#tightspaces

This particular encounter began after class, as they usually did. You had a busy schedule, with your work-study job and classes - in addition to your active social calendar. Charlie was balancing his work in the classroom with his own productions here and in New York, as well as spending time with his son, Henry. You didn’t know much about him - it seemed like a line he wasn’t willing to cross - and this...thing...you two had wasn’t the sort where much talking was happening. When the sounds of the lacrosse team loitering in the hallway made it almost impossible to accomplish the task at hand, you dragged Charlie (metaphorically - you were walking six feet ahead as to not draw suspicion) in the direction of the upperclassman dormitories.

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“Sweetheart, your bed is lofted. We aren’t both going to fit up there”

You looked up at your bed, as if you hadn’t considered how cramped the space may be. You panicked - would this be the most obvious indicator that you hadn’t had anyone else in your dorm room before? Feigning confidence, you turned back to him. “No, no.I promise, it’ll be fine. I’ll climb up first - you’ll see!”

Charlie watched, hands on his hips, as you ascended the rickety ladder that led up to the lofted twin extra-long bed. His skepticism was masked by how entertained he was by your confidence and commitment to getting him up there.

Charlie took a few steps forward and climbed onto the bottom step of the ladder, already able to rest his large forearms on the thin, plasticky mattress. He subconsciously tapped his adorned ring finger against the metal bed frame as he tilted his head to look at you. You pouted, head at an uncomfortable angle as it rested on the ceiling. “See (ouch) plenty of space!” You patted the miniscule amount of room next to you. Charlie laughed, “Maybe we should just call it a night. You certainly don’t look comfortable and I can’t imagine how you’ll feel with company.”

Disappointed and embarrassed, you swung your legs over the side of the top bunk, facing him, with your head still at an awkward angle. “Ok, Professor Barber. I guess you can just go home then,” you sighed, looking at him with wide, puppy-dog eyes. “I’ll just hang out here, all by myself.” Your legs dangled, drawing Charlie’s attention away as one leg brushed against his shoulder. Charlie ran his hand through his thick, dark hair, eyes still on your legs as they swung freely. The growing urge in his pants was becoming less and less comfortable. He didn’t want to leave, not yet at least.

Eyes darkening with lust, he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to his perch on the ladder. You squealed with excitement, and a little discomfort, as your head scratched against the popcorn ceiling. Charlie hooked his fingers under the waistband of your leggings, looking to you for help and consent. You smiled, leaning back onto your forearms, head banging on the wall with a thud. Grimacing, you lifted your hips in assistance. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Charlie looked over you with concern in his eyes as he removed your leggings and underwear, tossing them onto the floor. You took a deep inhale, the thudding in your head was mirrored by the throbbing warmth between your legs. “Yes, Professor Barber, I’m more than okay,” you said with a smirk, knowing how much he enjoyed when you used his full title.

Satisfied at your response, Charlie grabbed your legs and lifted them onto his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Having a bit more room now, you settled back onto your forearms and looked to Charlie, who was currently mesmerized by your glistening cunt. You were thankful for the time spent in his office earlier, as there was clearly no room for foreplay here. He looked to you once more before diving in, expertly using his nose, tongue and thick fingers in unison. You threw your head back in ecstasy, narrowly missing another painful encounter with the cold concrete behind you. Balancing yourself on one arm, you reached forward to run your fingers through his dark waves, encouraging his movements. “Yes, Professor. J-just like that. Right t-there, Professor” you moaned, squeezing your thick thighs around his prominent ears. Charlie chuckled, sending vibrations through your core.

With your legs securely holding Charlie in place, he had the freedom to move one hand up and under your t-shirt, massaging your breast. Back arching into his touch, you continued to grind into his face, rapidly approaching your release. “Charlie, uh, Professor, I-” your words were jumbled and messy, mind becoming hazy with each of Charlie’s calculated movements. “I’m going to...can I please, Professor…” You looked down at Charlie, dark hair messy and swept across his forehead. His dark eyes met yours, and he winked. You grabbed at his hand, holding yourself steady. Your hips bucked and you came, moaning as you threw your head back, hitting it against the wall once more. Charlie continued as you came down from your orgasm, only stopping once you leaned forward, pushing his head away from your sensitive pussy.

“Careful, my girl,” Charlie said, wiping his sleeve across his face. “I may fall off this ladder.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Get down then,” you pushed him again, a bit harder this time. “It’s your turn.” Charlie backed off of the ladder as you maneuvered your body to be able to follow suit. You groaned, your head was pounding and your legs were like jello. As you reached the final rung, there was a loud knock on your door. “Y/N? Are you in there?” It was your roommate. “I forgot my keys!” Charlie placed his large hand onto the back of your aching head, rubbing your skull with small circles. “Maybe we should just stick to my office, hmm?”