The Professor's Secret

25. Unwrapping

Cooking had made his body tired and hot – or so Professor Sycamore declared, justifying his need for a shower. Leaving me in the living room, he bid me wait for him.

Whether the psychological torture imposed on me by the wait was part of his plan or not, it did do a number on me! So Instead of just dwelling where he had left me and contemplating the surroundings like I did the last time I was in his house, this time anxiety took the best of me. I stood up, paced around... curiosity followed: I had to see it – his room -, To prepare for it so I wouldn't faint or freak out when he ushered me inside.

I followed towards the small corridor on the back from where I could hear the shower on. Sycamore had left the bathroom door open and, automatically glancing inside, I saw his pale silhouette through the foggy glass of the bathroom screen – hopefully the glass was thick enough to let out no details, and I jumped from the doorway before I could see or be seen any more, my heart thumping violently...

In that small adventure, I was already inside his room!

The bedroom followed what I now perceived as his decorative pattern: simplistic and elegant: a large curtain bed in the middle, a lonely nightstand with nothing on top of it, a small version of the same rug in the living-room on the two sides of the bed, and nothing more – no piece of decoration, picture or drawers to steal my attention and distract me from the white pillows, the dark sheets, my bag waiting on what he had probably determined as the side I would be sleeping on...

Something else waited there as I approached: it was a small article of clothing – a sort of short silk robe with blended colors of white and baby pink. It smelled new. It waited on the pillow next to my bag. I sighed, accepting my fate at once, and decided to wear it – it would at least save me the embarrassment of undressing in front of the Professor.

"My, my..." he smiled teasingly, already halfway inside the room – sneaky as he was, I had never heard his approach... or the shower stopping. "And here I was thinking it would take a lot of convincing to place you inside that special thing I bought you..."

I looked at him: his body was only half-dry from the shower. The chest that had always insinuated itself to me through an open shirt now breathed freely. The moderate muscles stretched his fresh wet skin - still steaming, still dripping here and there drops that ran down his abdomen and died against a very low-positioned towel tied around his waist. I could see where his groin started, assuming a slightly darker tone as the thin hairs trailing down his bellybutton spread... my face burned!

"A pleasing surprise to see you have indeed made up your mind..." he lazily pulled his wet hair back , stretching his muscles in front of me "but I must admit I had been entertaining myself thinking up ways of bribing you into wearing it..." he flashed a mean smile, pushing the thought of what he might do into my mind. I looked away quickly, blushing.

"But... a delicious surprise indeed..." I heard his voice approaching – I had been sitting on his bed, staring around the room when he came in, and now his nudity made me too mortally embarrassed to so much as move.

I felt the mattress under me move – Sycamore had sat himself behind me on the edge of the bed.

"...That I get to unwrap you for the first time in this..." His finger ran across the silk, then he smiled, too amused "Dear, you forgot to remove the price tag..."

And, before I could predict it, his fingers had touched my skin – it was particularly intense now that we were so close... Now that he sat on one leg, and the other drooped from the bed, so close to being fully naked. A gap formed in the middle of his thigh where the muscles split, the loose knot on his towel threatening to come undone, casting an insinuative shadow over the only part of him that was left for me to see ...