Toshka

Help, Not Just Anybody

Help, Not Just Anybody

Tyler sighed against her lips, kissing her back with ease. She whined when she pulled back, not done with the current task at hand. Noticing how the woman was distracted, she offered to fill the silence. “You’ve got the have a bed in this house, yeah?” She looked down at the brunette before getting off her lap. “Show me.” She held out a hand, waiting for her professor to take it and lead the way. 

Tyler didn’t say anything and just followed behind the older woman, pausing for a moment when she saw pictures of her professor and her husband. Oh, hell yeah. He was hot and Tyler was hotter and that made her grin like a fucking kid. She caught up and walked into the living room, noticing she was already sitting down. Her head tilted to the side, her grin widening. “There’s a reason for that.” She explained, going to straddle the woman’s lap. Her lips pressed to the woman’s jaw. “I mean, if we start learning about each other, then we start to care and that messes up the whole mindless fucking.” She breathed in the woman’s ear before kissing down her neck. “You seem stressed. Need help with that?”

Leo sighed and tilted her head to the side in order to make sure Tyler had enough room to do her job. She took one last sip of wine and set it on the table beside the chair. Once her hands were free, she rested them on Tyler’s hips, looking up at the woman. “I see, that’s fine by me, just trying to make small talk.” As she was speaking, her hands were roaming idly over Tyler’s sides. One came to rest in her long locks, tugging her head down so she could kiss her. When Leo pulled away she looked around the room, thinking of the best place they could take this because the chair sure as hell wasn’t going to cut it.

Tyler followed her professor into the house, glancing around, secretly hoping to see a picture of the woman’s husband. As bad as it was, she wanted to see what she was up against. She knew she was hot, no doubt, but it the woman’s husband was unattractive, maybe that was the reason she was having an affair. Either way, that wasn’t gonna stop what was going on between them. Tyler followed her into the kitchen, plopping down on a bar stool. “No, no. Water’s just fine.” She smiled. Wine wasn’t really her favorite, she was more a champagne kinda girl. Wine just tasted like fingernail polish remover to her. She sighed, tracing her fingers over the counter top. “So…” Tyler glanced over at the older woman, feeling more awkward now than ever. 

Leo turned back to her refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, sliding it across the counter to Tyler pausing a moment before she spoke to fill the awkward silence that had settled over them.."So? Feel like moving to the living room? I need to kick my feet up." Before she received an answer, Leo was already on the move again. This time she passed by through a hallway who's walls were littered with pictures of a younger her and her husband. She avoided their judgmental stares and entered her living room, folding a picture on a coffee table down as she passed by. Leo didn't want to have to be reminded of her affair more than she already was with Tyler actually in her house. She chose a plush leather chair and flopped down, kicking her feet up on the ottoman. "I've realized that I know next to nothing about you.." She sipped her wine and shrugged, how queer it was to know what someone looked like mid-orgasm yet have no idea how old they were or if they had a favorite food. 

Tyler looked out the window as they drove, trying to figure out where her house was located in proximity to everything else. When they pulled into the garage she was impressed by the size, but not taken aback. She came from a rather wealthy family, so she wasn’t blown away. “There are only a few things I gawk at. Pizza and hot women. Houses haven’t quite made it on the list yet.” She explained, hopping out of the car. 

"I see." Leo smirked and set her things down, stepping out of her heels. "I'm getting a glass of wine, would you like something to drink?" It might have only been three in the afternoon, but it was five-o'clock somewhere. She left the mudroom and made her way through the house until she reached her kitchen--her sanctuary. Opening a cupboard she got out a wineglass and then moved to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of her favorite white wine. She wasn't sure how old Tyler was, so she hadn't offered her any wine, but it occurred to her that the other woman might actually be of legal drinking age. "Pardon my lack of manners, would you like wine instead? I'm not sure how old you are..I would have offered sooner." She shrugged and sipped her wine, relaxing her shoulders. For some reason, having her lover in her house was making her a bit nervous. What with the security cameras no doubt watching their every move...but with a few more sips, Leo was sure she'd be no worse for the wear. 

Tyler nodded in understanding, but still wasn’t sure if she should try to stop this before it got too serious. It was obviously too late for that. Tyler smiled, following her professor out the door. She didn’t have to be asked twice, that’s for damn sure. Reaching the other woman’s car, her jaw dropped. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She glanced over at her. “Like, this is insane and I know insane cars.”

Leo shrugged, "I needed an upgrade, Audi wasn't cutting it anymore." She slid into the drivers seat, opened the sunroof, and pressed 'start'. The drive to her house was of medium length, but she liked to drive fast in her fucking sports car and so it only took about twenty minutes instead of thirty. She pulled into the garage and cut off the car, grabbing her things from the back. She looked over the car at Tyler and quirked an eyebrow, "Welcome to my house, try not to gawk." Leo led them inside and shut the garage behind them.

For the first time they started what they were doing Tyler got the feeling the other woman was completely uncomfortable with it all. She’d been the one pushing everything, for obvious reasons, but her professor hadn’t been putting up much of a fight. Tyler scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “I—uh. We don’t…I don’t actually need help, so it’s probably best if I don’t waste your time. Sorry. I’ll just— I should go.” She gave a nod and turned on her heels to walk out of the classroom. 

Rashly, Leo's hand shot out and grabbed Tyler's arm. Fuck, what the hell? She spun the girl around and looked her in the eye. "I'm sorry, I know I'm being really wishy-washy..I just, I really like what we do together, but I've got a bit of a problem, ya know?" She gave a pleading look, hoping to convey that, yes, she still wanted to fuck, but there were factors her conscience was dealing with and it just made things a hell of a lot more difficult. "Just. Come on, get in the car." She tugged Tyler towards the door at the back of her office.

Tyler checked the last message, but didn’t respond. She continued to talk to her roommate until class was dismissed. “Hey, I’ll catch up in a few.” She mumbled to Kendall, getting a warning look before the blonde nodded. “So, I had a question.” Tyler said now that she was standing in front of her professor. “Well, it’s not really a question, more a suggestion. Anyways, I need some help with this assignment and I thought, if you didn’t want me coming back to your office, you could help me at your home.”

Sighing, Leo brought her hand to her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Tyler--" her voice was heavy with caution, "we shouldn't be doing what we're doing. I'm you professor. Do you really need help? I'll be happy to help if your intentions are pure." She really would love to help, but she didn't want to feed into what they had done--were doing. Except a part of her did. And that was where she was stuck. She pinched her nose harder and dropped her hand. Giving up. "Fine. Let's go. My car's out back. Just--if anyone asks, you needed a ride and it was on my way home or something."

Tyler rolled her eyes and scoffed quietly under her breath, but that didn’t stop a few people from looking over at her. [Are you refusing to help a student? I expected more from you Ms. Jollenbeck, honestly.] She hit send without looking up once again and finished up the last bit of her assignment. There wasn’t much time left in class so she started packing up her stuff quietly and mumbling to Kendall about what they should do after class. 

Leo rolled her eyes and shuffled her papers and stacked them up, packing them into her briefcase. [If you really need hep, I'll be happy to assist. Except, I have a feeling you weren't asking for actual help.] When the clock struck time, Leo stood up and dismissed class, bending down to pick up her things. "See you next time." She waved to all of her students as they poured out of the room, checking her watch periodically.

Tyler looked back down at her phone, receiving a look from Kendall who was right next to her and seemed to have noticed who she was texting already. It was hard for her not to laugh at her professor’s reply. She grinned and texted back quickly. [Of course I did. Do you know how hot you look with your head between my thighs? Well, now you do. My work’s close to being completed. Wanna come check it or should I just stop by your office later to get your honest opinion?] Tyler hit send and didn’t bother looking up at her professor just yet.  

Leo waited for a bit before checking her phone again. She smirked and shook her head at her phone. [I look hot anytime of the day, doing anything--or anyone. No need to stop by, I trust you did well.] Two days in a row seemed a bit excessive to her--especially in her office again..Anyone could walk in at any point and she didn't quite like that. Leo glanced at her watch and sighed, ten minutes left in class and then she could go home and pour herself a glass of wine and think about all the shit she was getting herself into.

Tyler’s smile only grew when her professor had to excuse herself for a moment. This is what power felt like and she loved it. She loved being able to get under the older woman’s skin. It was her new favorite past time. When her professor came back out, her eyes followed her back to were she was sitting at her desk. Then she sat with that bitchy, authoritative look and Tyler’s insides quivered. She went back to doing her work, then got bored again and decided to toy with her professor some more. Her phone was in her back pocket, so she easily fished it out and scrolled through her pictures. They’d exchanged numbers somewhere along the line, so Tyler easily found her number and sent her a picture from when they’d fucked in her office. She gave a smug grin before actually pressing send, also doubling checking to make sure it was the right number. Then she just stuffed her phone back in her pocket and went back to doing her work. 

Leo felt her phone buzz in her pocket and she fished it out, nearly choking once she saw the message. She set her phone down on her desk to compose her thoughts and then picked it back up moments later. She mulled over the text she had composed, erasing it multiple times before finally settling on something just perfect--First of all, you took a fucking picture? Second, don't text in class, do your work. Professional as one could be when their whatever Tyler was, was sending them pictures of oneself under a skirt. She put her phone back down on her desk and crossed her legs, a smug grin sliding across her face.

When she saw Tyler's  little gesture, her eyes cut quickly to her desk and she shuffled some papers around hastily. Nothing annoyed her more than the smugness Tyler just couldn't hide. It was one thing to bed your professor, but a completely different thing to walk around campus with your chest puffed up and your feathers ruffled. Leo stood abruptly and made her way to the miniature office off to the side of the classroom. She needed to be away from Tyler for a moment. The girl's gaudiness was pissing her off. When she returned, Leo made eye contact with her lover--god, could she even call her a lover? And sat down slowly, crossing her legs and splaying her arms out on the sides of her chair--the usual pose. Two could play at this game and, fortunately for her, Leonie was well versed in the game of cat and mouse. In their case, it was more cat and cat, but who was really counting?