My heart rose into my throat when he walked into the deli. Apparently, he still had the same effect on me that he’d had when I was his student. The rapid rhythm of my heartbeat gave me away.

“Oh wow,” I said out loud.

“What is it?” Marcy asked.

My friend had seen the look on my face and turned to see what — or who — had commanded my attention. We were sitting in a booth, away from the counter.

“The man who just came in. That’s my old professor,” I explained, feeling an intense heat warming my cheeks.

“He doesn’t look old.” Marcy snickered wickedly. “In fact, he’s a hottie.”

She wasn’t wrong. Professor S — Daniel — a respected teacher at the nearby college campus, was one of those lucky guys who would probably look the same until he was 50. And he was nowhere near that yet.

Marcy turned back to face me and asked, “Did you have a fling with him when you were at school?”

I felt myself blush some serious shades of red. In part, it was Marcy’s usual, shameless directness, but it was also because I’d dreamed relentlessly about going to bed with Daniel. He’d been the object of my college girl desires, even though there’d been plenty of other male students to keep me sexually occupied back then.

“There was no flinging.” I watched Daniel as he paid and picked up the order that was waiting for him. My eyes tracked him as he left the deli. He still moved with the smooth confident gait I remembered. My nipples had grown stiff just from watching him. Dreamily, I said, “I learned at his knee.”

Marcy released a yelp of laughter and said, “I’m not going to lie, if I was at his knee I’d be after something else!”

She clearly enjoyed her own hilarity.

Daniel had a big effect on me back in the day. He taught literature, and words came alive through him. Books became living things. He would take the class through the mysteries and wonders of the printed page. Every time I read a romantic or sexy scene in a novel for his class, I hurled myself into the scenario. I was the heroine, and he was the studly lover, who’d take me to ecstatic heights of carnal bliss.

There was no single person in the world who I’d spent more time fantasizing about and fingering myself over than my favorite professor. And now I’d just seen him in the flesh again.

Well, that was why I’d come back to this college town on a break from work. Marcy had always been a local and my dear friend. But some part of me knew I was using this visit to her as an excuse to possibly reacquaint myself with Daniel.

So had I just missed my chance to talk to him? Not really. I didn’t want to accost him in a delicatessen. I needed a place with better ambience. I remembered he routinely showed up at a lounge just off campus most evenings for a glass of wine, and I intended on hitting that hotspot.

Marcy had an extra room at her place, and I was staying there. That night, I promised to take her out for a drink, then I got in the shower.

My soapy hands quickly got the better of me. New images of Daniel collided with my old lascivious daydreams, and soon I was squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipples and fingering my pussy.

I curled two fingers up into myself, plunging away. Delirious pictures from those romantic book scenes of my college days played in my head. Daniel was a rugged World War I pilot, a seductive card shark, a sexy stranger on a train, and a slew of other exotic characters. But he was always Daniel too.My happy fixation, my walking fantasy man. He had been a kind of magic for me, awakening — among other things — a lifelong love of literature.

These days I read books like I was still cramming for an exam. But every sentence was pleasure, and every story reminded me, on some level, of Daniel.

I came hard, feverishly thinking of him. But I needed the real thing. Or I at least had to talk with him and confront him somehow with my true feelings. After all, I’d traveled all that way.

When I emerged from the shower, Marcy came to me gushing apologies because she had to head into work. She was head chef at a fairly classy local eatery, which was having a major catastrophe.

“I’m so sorry, Tiff. But a pipe burst at the restaurant, and I have to go and make sure we can open in the morning. We’ll get that drink tomorrow, OK?”

I told her, “I understand. Don’t worry about it.”

Despite it all, I was still determined to try to track down Daniel. In fact, going out solo made me more resolute than ever. I wouldn’t have the pretense of Marcy’s company to keep me from doing what I had to do.

I went out, anticipation buzzing within me. My fingering session in the shower had done nothing to curb my sexual appetite. The lounge was exactly as I remembered it. I took a deep breath before I went inside.

Looking over the place, I didn’t see Daniel anywhere. Disappointment threatened to crush me. Maybe I should have gone up to him at the deli. Maybe I wouldn’t get another chance to see him on that trip.

I settled in at the elegant bar and ordered a white wine. In one corner, someone was playing jazz on a piano. The lighting was soft. Damn, it would have been the perfect setting.

Fifteen or 20 minutes drifted by. I was about to give it up when someone sat at the stool next to me, even though there were plenty of empty spots along the bar. This annoyed me because I wasn’t in the mood to be hit on by a random stranger.

But a sexy voice said, “Tiffany Simmons, I hope you’ve come back to take my class again.”

I spun so fast I almost tumbled off my seat. There was my old teacher, sitting right beside me. He smiled easily, and a rush of emotions overwhelmed me.

“Professor — ”

“Please, call me Daniel.” He signaled for the bartender, who was already pouring him a glass of wine. He gestured toward my glass and said, “Another for the lady as well.”

We fell into inevitable bits of conversation — what I was doing back in town, where I was living now, what I was up to out in the real world. I wasn’t about to tell him — not yet, anyway — that I’d returned to see him. I told him I was there to visit with an old friend and filled him in on my current goings-on.

“It sounds like a successful life,” he said, and I blushed happily, like he’d just praised my whole existence. “But” — he gave me a sly look — ”I did read a short story in a literary magazine recently with your byline.”

That was a nugget of information I’d been saving up. I’d planned to spring it on him and show him I was a published writer.

“I can’t believe you read that. It’s just a small magazine,” I said, sounding as surprised as I’d felt.

“You have to start somewhere. It’s a fine story, well-crafted and satisfying.” My heart fluttered. “You always were exceptional.” He leaned toward me. “And now that you’re no longer my student, I can safely say you’re also a very attractive woman.”

It was almost too much all at once, like fantasy fulfillment overload. I’d dreamed of him saying such words to me. But instead of swooning like some outdated literary character, his comment firmed up my determination and injected me with confidence. I was an attractive woman, and damn sexy, with a string of lovers who’d worshiped me.

I squarely met his gaze and directed a sultry smile at him as I said, “And you’re still a hottie, Daniel.” It felt right to appropriate Marcy’s word for him. I put my hand on his thigh.

Now, it was his turn to blush a little, which was gratifying. Then he reached up and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. His fingertips lingered sensually on my cheek.

“Would you like to come to my place?” Daniel asked me.

Both a sense of unreality and an incredible intensity were with me as I walked into Daniel’s home. Every surface gleamed, and I seemed to feel the carpet’s texture through my shoes, which made everything urgently real. Yet some uncertain part of me absurdly wondered if I was still masturbating in the shower.

But that last worry went away as he closed the front door behind us. I turned, stepped close to him and said, “I need to kiss you.”

I waited just long enough to see him nod. Then my lips were on his, and he was kissing me back. The contact was intense. Goose bumps erupted on my arms, and my nipples stiffened. I thrust my tongue at the same time he did, and we tangled, slurping at each other.

When we parted, we were both breathing a little heavily. I pressed my body against him, feeling his taut physique. His crotch bulged, and I rubbed myself on the ridge in his slacks. My pussy was already flowing.

“Bedroom?” he asked hoarsely.

Now I was nodding, being so very ready for him.

We hurried to the room. I left my jacket on the hallway floor. The rest of my clothes had to go, so I stripped away my top and snapped off my bra. Daniel fumbled clumsily with a couple of the buttons while getting out of his shirt. I reached his belt before he did, unbuckling him, then undoing his fly with shaky fingers.

As I yanked down his slacks and briefs, I knelt before him. Deep instincts had seized me. Our encounter was in motion, but it was years in the making. I would finally have my delights.

There I was, on my knees, with his rock-hard cock jutting out at the same level as my mouth. I gazed rapturously at his rod. Its underside vein was thick like a cable. His purplish-pink crown looked soft and smooth.

I put out my tongue and licked around his fleshy helmet. Daniel shivered and made some guttural sounds of pleasure. Boldly, I cupped his balls in my hand. Then I wrapped my lips around his knob.

My tongue continued to swirl Daniel’s cockhead, giving him the full lollipop treatment. Another shudder moved his firm body. He planted his feet and set a hand on the top of my head. I sealed my lips around his substantial girth and sucked my way down his shaft. My tongue strummed his veins, and I gave him plenty of suction.

Daniel’s taste was all across my tongue. When I’d taken him right down to his balls, he groaned, and his fingertips laced slowly into my hair.

My lips slid up and down his staff. I loved his texture, the scent of him, the flavor. While I sucked his erection, I played with his balls. After a long moment of savoring, I picked up my speed. My neck muscles strained, and saliva spilled from a corner of my lips.

Daniel’s fingers suddenly tightened in my hair. It was what I’d hoped he would do. He gripped a fistful and started meeting my lunges with thrusts of his own. He was fucking my face! A thousand fantasies crashed together in my brain, fragmenting and reforming into this glorious and very real experience.

I broke away from Daniel long enough to gasp, “Come in my mouth!” Then I resumed blowing him, and he fucked my mouth. A moment later he cried out, and I felt hot gushes of his thick jizz thundering into my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, and joy washed through me.

I slowly stood, feeling dazed, as if I’d accomplished something of great importance. Daniel took hold of me. I still had on my pants. He got me out of them and laid my naked body down on the bed. Then he climbed on the mattress with me.

His spunk still coated my tongue. He moved apart my legs, planting soft kisses on my inner thighs. Then his strong shoulders were hunching between them, and I felt his breath on my wet pussy lips.

When his tongue drew itself up my cleft, true pleasure awoke within me. He licked my lips, then parted them with his tongue tip and probed inside. Languidly, I rocked my hips, taking him deeper. He plunged into me eagerly.

This wasn’t pussy-eating from some random lover. This was Daniel who was feasting on me, and that fact increased my growing ecstasy. I’d always loved the intimacy of oral sex. Even the selflessness of the act was a turn-on. Daniel had just blown his load down my throat, but there he was throwing himself right back into the session, so as not to leave me wanting for a moment.

And fuck he was good!

He pulled back and polished my love nub, and my pleasure skyrocketed. I reached down and grabbed his hair, like he’d done to me. I humped my pussy against his mouth, and he only ate me harder.

Suddenly, I was thrashing about on the bed, going over the top into my climax. Rapture lit up every part of me. Then a sweet afterglow overtook me. My thighs, which had clamped around Daniel’s face, loosened, and he sat up. His chin was glistening with my juice. He grinned lewdly, and his cock was hard again.

I stayed where I was — lying back with my legs splayed — and he came to me and mounted me. It really was like something out of a book, a particularly erotic passage. My lover, come unto me, eager to make the ultimate connection.

He sank his cock into my pussy. I moaned with pleasure, my body still twanging from the head he’d given me. His nicely toned body was soon atop mine. His face hovered over me. I lifted my head and licked his chin, tasting my own savory fluids. He seemed to like that, bringing his lips down hard on mine and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

His strokes were deep and even. I savored the reaming penetration, clenching my ass and lifting it off the bed to take him as deeply as possible. He was drilling me to my core.

Electrical sensations danced across my skin, which was damp with our sweaty exertions. My eyelids fluttered. I seized his shoulders, digging in my fingers. He was fucking me harder now, his form coming down on mine with fleshy smacks. Every stroke was driving me toward a fresh climax.

Daniel’s face was twisted with his own pleasure, which gratified me to no end. Maybe he’d never had fantasies about me, but in my own, I was always eager to please him, as much as myself. My professor had given the gift of his instructional knowledge. This was, in a sense, payback.

I would have welcomed him coming in my pussy, but instead he pushed me over the brink, into the joyous abyss of orgasmic splendor. I came hard, pinned beneath him. But he held back, watching me and smiling, as if pleased with my response.

I didn’t indulge in even a brief respite. Returning his grin, I said, “On your back, Daniel. Let me ride you!”

This apparently agreed with him, as he immediately dropped onto his back. I climbed onto him, seized his cock in my hand and lowered my streaming pussy onto it. I slammed down hard on him, so that he gasped. My interior muscles gripped him firmly.

Knees planted on either side of him, I worked myself up and down on his glorious shaft. As I rode him, I shimmied my hips, exacting every iota of pleasure I could — both for him and for me. Ecstasy lit his features. He reached up and groped my breasts.

He thrust up into me, but mostly it was me doing the work, which was fine. I liked the sense of control. When his hands dropped back onto the bed, I took his wrists and pinned him down. Suddenly, this was a battle of wills. I was determined to make him come. This man was mine, if only for that night.

As I bounced up and down, my movements became frantic. Pleasure bloomed, then erupted deep within me. Almost against my will, a fearsome climax tore through me, even as I tried vainly to get Daniel off before it struck.

I was giggling deliriously afterward, wondering why I’d played that silly little game just then. It wasn’t about control. The night was for delight, for jubilation. I tipped limply to one side, and his still rampant cock popped free of my body.

He took me in his arms. I snuggled against him and murmured, “Fuck me however you want.”

Daniel set me on my hands and knees. The daze cleared from my head as he settled in behind me. His hands caressed my ass, then closed over my hips. His cock entered me from behind. The altered angle ignited new pleasures. I pressed my palms and knees hard into the mattress, jamming myself back onto him. I’d thought he was fucking me deep before, but now it felt like he was plumbing me to my ultimate depths.

His strokes were strong, quicker than before. I happily determined he must be done restraining himself. Once again our bodies were smacking loudly together. I felt the sweet swat of his balls against my slit. I wanted another load of his hot jizz. I could still taste what he’d shot into my mouth.

He was pounding me, making low sounds in his throat. His fingers dug into my hips. A messy orgasm was rising over me, a fourth diabolic climax. Daniel slammed into me and cried out, and then his spunk was spewing into me in wet bursts.

I went with him, the pleasure gratuitous and wonderful. We collapsed together this time, with his arm hooked around my middle as we sprawled on the bed. I might have dozed off a little or else the world just turned a soft rose and music played from over a distant hill. Beautiful. Beautiful...

I didn’t stay the night. The fulfillment was done, and I didn’t want any unforeseen awkwardness to follow. Daniel told me to visit him again any time I liked, and I gave him my number and address in the city where I lived.

“Tiffany,” he said as I was about to leave, “I hope you’ll keep writing. I sense you have many stories in you.”

It was a very sweet thing to say.

When I got back to Marcy’s, she was still busy with her restaurant emergency. I took out my laptop and started to type: My heart rose into my throat when he walked into the deli.