Read Teaching Willow: Session Three for Free Online Page B

to bend over her and grab the desk. Finally my ears quit ringing. That’s when I hear the soft murmurings of Willow.  Oh god, oh god, oh god.
    I feel like grinning as I struggle to catch my breath, but I don’t.  My muscles are on limited duty at the moment. It’s all I can do to stay on my feet.  I’ve never gotten off so hard before.
    Then again, I’ve never had sex with a student before.
     

SEVEN- WILLOW
     
    I’m drifting, drifting in a kind of bliss that I never imagined I would find.  Even as Sage, wrapped in Ebon’s arms, it never felt like this.  Because it never felt real.
    But this is real.
    This is Ebon.  With me. With Willow.
    And it is even more amazing that I could’ve hoped it would be.
    Until a soft thump from the other side of the door causes me to jump in alarm.
    Ebon stiffens behind me, but then holds perfectly still as we both listen.  A few seconds later, I hear a muted squeak, like the noise a tennis shoe might make on polished floors.  As feet scurry away.
    A combination of fear and dread settle in my stomach.  I find myself holding my breath as I wait to see what Ebon will do, how he will react at the possibility that someone may have seen us.
    Very slowly, very deliberately, Ebon eases completely out of me.  I feel the brush of his pants against my calves as he straightens his clothes.  Gently, he strokes his palm over my back side as he moves to put his body between me and the door.  “Get dressed,” he commands softly.  “We need to get out of here.”
    It’s not lost on me that he’s shielding me from any prying eyes.  I know it’s probably silly, but it touches me more than he will ever know that he would make such a protective gesture when he stands to get into big trouble for this if we are have been discovered.
    I say nothing of his kindness as, gingerly, I lever myself up off the desk, taking it slow since my boobs are stuck to the lacquered surface.  I don’t look down, but I have no doubt my skin shows the imprint of the wood grain.  It might be funny if I weren’t so nervous.  To have come all this way, spent all this time with Ebon and then to ruin his career this way…in such a careless, thoughtless act… Oh god! It’s unthinkable.
    Ebon is facing away from the door. Unabashed, he watches me get dressed, his eyes roving over every inch of skin that I’m covering.  That fact that he’s not saying anything worries me.
    As I’m pulling my hair free of the neck of my tee shirt, I have to speak to break the tension.  “You know, it’s so dark, I doubt anyone could tell who we are.  And if they came back by, they can’t see your face since your back is to the door.  There’s probably nothing to worry about.”
    Ebon’s chin is tipped downward, leaving his eyes in shadow.  I can’t tell what he’s feeling by his expression either. It’s as dark and unknown to me as the person in the hall outside the door.
    “Is that right?  Nothing to worry about when a teacher has sex with a student in his classroom?”
    “Other professors use this room,” I defend weakly.
    Ebon surprises me by smiling.  “Consequences don’t bother you one bit, do they, Willow?”
    While his smile is natural, something about his words, his tone triggers a red flag.
    “Of course they do.”
    Even in the dim light, I can see his jaw flexing and releasing, flexing and releasing.  He’s battling with something, and I feel like there’s much more to his words than I know.
    “We should leave separately, just in case we run into anyone in the hall.  I’ll go first. I’ll text you when the coast is clear.”
    I nod, blinking back unwanted tears.  Ebon turns and walks to the door, he pulls it open and pauses.  When he pivots to look back at me, my heart stops.  This moment is so poignant, holds so many meanings, both hidden and overt.
    From across the room, we watch each other, neither saying a word.  Slowly, he releases the door, letting it close again and he