Miranda has always had a thing for leather and a burning desire for her favorite professor and ideal man, Stefan Hewson. The sumptuous temptations of leather strike hard when she finds herself on a dreary job assignment at her old college, locked in a coat closet with a man's luscious leather coat. Her fantasies run even hotter when the sexy owner shows up and catches her fondling his leather. It turns out Professor Hewson has been carrying a torch for her and he's more than willing to show her who's in charge of the class. Miranda's not the only one who's love-struck and harboring scorching-hot bondage and leather fantasies. The handsome professor is ready to add a few creative footnotes of his own...
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Adult Education by Katalina Leon
Like a salmon swimming upstream, Miranda returned to her old college campus for the first time in five years. She arrived on campus at the crack of dawn for her temporary job. She had done this deliberately because as a student she had loved watching the campus wake up and seeing the deep blue shadows between the stone buildings brighten. Being on campus at sunrise reminded her of a happier time when she still had outrageous plans for her life and was naive enough to believe those dreams might actually come true.
She entered her favorite ivy-shrouded coffee shop and ordered a large chocolate latte. As a student, she had loved coming here and enjoyed reenacting this once extravagant little morning ritual.
The latte arrived so hot and steamy she wrapped her red scarf around the paper cup to protect her hands.
The sun rose above the buildings, illuminating a clear spring day. The coffee shop was overheated and filled with loud, bleary-eyed students. She glanced at her watch and saw she was far too early for her job interview. Her eyes traveled to the outdoor balcony she had once claimed as her private study. The morning was brisk but not so cold that it wouldn't be enjoyable to stray outdoors. She decided to revisit her old haunt. She opened the side door and slipped unnoticed onto the balcony. It was bracingly cool on this ivy-covered garden of privacy. Her cheeks instantly reacted to the snap in the air. She had always loved this forgotten balcony. This peaceful, undiscovered spot on campus had once been her sanctuary where she gave in to lavish daydreams of her beloved Professor Hewson, and as usual, this morning she had it all to herself.
Stefan Hewson was the youngest, most brilliant professor she had ever known. His great love of Shakespeare became hers. She had fallen madly in love with him as a student and he never left her heart. Mr. Hewson was too decent a man to take advantage of a young student--though she had given him every hint that he could. She even thought he might have returned her affection had their situation been different but she'd never know for sure. Fate separated them. At graduation he accepted a sabbatical in Europe and she hoped to make something of her life before reconnecting with him. Predictably, her professional life went nowhere, so that call was never made.
The latte steamed in her hands as she looked over the edge of the balcony. There was a sunken stairwell about twenty feet below that ended in a cement flowerbed filled with yellow crocus. She took the plastic top off her steaming coffee and tried to take the first sip but the latte was too hot to even touch her lips.
She heard giggling in the stairwell and looked down. She saw a punk-rocker guy and a pretty young woman with blonde hair stagger into the stairwell. The couple's arms twined around each other as they leaned against a cement wall.
The young man looked like he was in his mid-twenties. His large dark eyes were wise beyond his years. There was a maturity about his handsome face that was at odds with his punkish exterior. He had shiny black hair and wore a pair of silver-studded motorcycle boots. His face was lean and his clothes were tattered. He looked like the kind of streetwise bad boy who was reared in the city in a tiny apartment and was accustomed to going without.
The young woman was lovely with silky hair that tumbled past her shoulders and a patrician profile. She dressed more like a socialite than a graduate student. Her pale blue sweater had tiny pearl buttons. Her rosy complexion looked as if she were reared on sunshine and rode horses on Sundays. This attractive couple definitely looked like a pair of opposites.
"Olivia." The young man gently kissed the blonde woman and slowly pulled a blue bandana from his back pocket.
The young woman stared at the bandana with wide gray eyes. "You're crazy, Toby." She leaned against the wall, giggling. "Are you trying to make me late for class?"
"We have time." He pressed his body against her and kissed her lips.
Olivia had a mouth like a delicate rosebud. She leaned against the wall and surrendered to his kiss, letting her hands glide through his long hair. Her slender leg wrapped around his narrow hip and pulled him closer. She arched against him and casually dropped her backpack to the ground with a heavy thud. "Toby, we have to hurry."
Miranda clearly heard what was going on below. Her face warmed with an odd sense of embarrassment. Her first impulse was to pull back from the edge of the balcony and look away, but then she realized the couple couldn't see her from their vantage point. She was perfectly hidden behind the stonework and the ivy. When she realized she was completely invisible to them, a powerful tingle of excitement spread though her. She had never done anything like this before and the temptation to watch was too enticing. She took a deep breath and admitted in her heart of hearts that she did want to watch these two attractive people. This was so unlike her. It was borderline seedy and usually not her thing, but she was dying to see what the cute guy was going to do with the blue bandana.
Toby took Olivia's wrists in his hands and pulled her arms above her head. He pressed her body to the wall and kissed her lips with a mouth that demanded she submit. "Don't rush me."
Olivia seemed to melt. Her cheeks blushed pink. "You're tempting me to skip class." Her words echoed softly through the stairwell.
Without letting go of her wrists he pulled her arms behind her back and wound the bandana snugly around her wrists, tying it off. Olivia's shoulders were pulled back and her small breasts pushed forward. Her breathing sped up as his fingertips brushed across her pert nipples, making them stand up in sharp points that poked against her sweater.
"Why would I want to hurry?" His fingers slowly unbuttoned her sweater, exposing her perfect little breasts. He stepped back to admire her with both his hands and his eyes. He bent his head to her breast and ran his tongue around her pink nipple until it glistened before sucking it deeper into his mouth.
Olivia moaned and tipped her head back against the wall. Her eyes squeezed shut with a look of ecstasy on her face as he kissed her breasts. She gently wriggled her shoulders and let her sweater slide down her arms. Her pale skin pebbled in the cool morning air.
He unzipped his leather jacket, spreading it wide like a pair of black wings. He partially covered her with his jacket to keep her warm.
Miranda's view was obscured but there was little doubt the young woman was immensely enjoying the touch of the man's warm mouth on her breasts.