Temptations and Transgressions

Isabella couldn’t take it anymore.

Flora wasn't her friend, but she had spent a few hours with her, and she could tell she was not a bad person.

Isabella tried to make eye contact with Tricia. She wanted to tell her to help Flora. But Tricia was not looking in her direction. She wasn't even looking at Flora anymore. She was busy taking pictures at the barman’s counter.

Isabella looked around at her classmates, as well as Rachel and her friends. Why were they so mean?

Was it who they were? Or was it just the role they were given to play?

“Excuse me,” she said to Arnold, and went over to where Flora lay whining and making a fool of herself.

“I love you, Dandy!  I do!  Please have me.  I have always loved you and will always love “hic”…you. Leave that…” hic”..witch!  Come to me… I will take care of you.”

“Flora, what are you doing?!” Isabella hissed angrily when she got to where Flora lay.

Her college mates looked at her with surprise. She could hear their hushed whispers as she stood in the middle of the drama.

She knew they were surprised. She was helping Flora.

Isabella held Flora and tried to lift her, but the alcohol had made Flora's body heavy, and she couldn’t. She tried again to sit her up, but Flora deliberately clung to the floor.

“Leave me!  Only Dandy can lift me from this place!”

“Come on, Flora.  Dandy isn’t coming to help you; I’m all you got. Stop this shit you’re doing, and let’s go.”

But Flora clung to the floor and kept whining. Isabella was very angry and considered leaving her there instead of helping her. She looked around.  No one was paying attention to them again.  They had all resumed dancing, flirting, playing games, or making out with their dates. No one even attempted to help them.  Not even her friends.

Isabella wasn’t surprised. This was how my college mates always behaved. So typical of them: selfish, greedy, and annoying.

Denise , one of her friends, finally came, and they helped Flora to Rachel' room.

“Why didn't you help her at first? Why did you wait till I did before helping? And why did you and your friends stand there, watching her like she was a total stranger? Isn't she your friend?”

Denise  gave one pointless excuse and went back to the party.

Isabella stood at the side of the bed, watching Flora. She had passed out from drunkenness and was now sleeping heavily.

She felt sorry for her because she knew she would be the school clown the next morning.

The door suddenly opened and Arnold came in.

“What are you doing here?”

He sat on the bed, looking over Flora.

“How's she?” he asked.

“She calmed down.”

“That was very noble of you. Helping someone in need when no one did.”

“It's not nobility. It's human nature.”

Arnold stared deep into her eyes and Isabella felt like they were drawing her in.

“Would you like to teach me about human nature?” he said seductively, grabbing her hand and kissing it.

Isabella looked at him, wondering if she should fuck him or not. The temptation was great and the smell of drugs and alcohol made her a little horny.

But she refused, sending Arnold out of the room and staying indoors till the party was over.

Isabella walked into class, her revealing outfit turning heads. However, Professor James barely acknowledged her presence, his expression unreadable. She felt a surge of frustration and disappointment, wondering if she had misread the situation entirely.

After class, Isabella confronted Professor James, demanding to know why he was ignoring her. He looked at her with a mix of guilt and resolve, saying, "What I did was wrong, Isabella. I'm your professor, and I took advantage of that position. We should stop this before it goes any further."

But Isabella was relentless. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and she was determined to explore these feelings, no matter the cost. She snuck into the university's records office and obtained Professor James' home address.

That evening, Isabella stood nervously outside Professor James' house, wondering if she had gone too far. But her desire for him won out, and she took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

Professor James answered, looking surprised to see her. "Isabella, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice firm but his eyes betraying a hint of longing.

Isabella smiled, her heart racing. "I wanted to see you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Professor James sighed, his resolve weakening. "Isabella, please..." he began, but she cut him off, stepping closer to him.

Their faces were inches apart, the tension between them palpable. Professor James' eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Then, without another word, Professor James leaned in, his lips brushing against Isabella's. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it sent shivers down Isabella's spine.

He kissed her deeply and then he stopped to observe her face.

Her face was red from blushing, and her eyebrows raised , conveying an expression he’d never seen before, but one that made him feel raw desire, her soft pouty lips not helping his case.

She wanted him. She wanted him too. He had always wanted her. That day he took her to his office was the best day of his life.

Even now, he felt the immense desire to devour her.

James led her to the bed and sat on it. But she wouldn’t sit down as well.

“Sit.”

He pulled her to sit, studying her uneasiness.

Isabella stared at him with those big blue innocent eyes that always seemed to draw him in. The big blue innocent eyes he felt he would do anything for, that always held him up at a point, unable to break away from the trance of desire for her.

He stared at her and she stared back at him . At that moment, it felt like it was only the two of them in this world. The attraction between them felt so chaotic. James felt a fire igniting in his chest and his loins that could only be put out by her. And so he kissed her, pressing his lips against her soft lips.

James kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth, going almost as far as her throat. She gasped as he kissed her, her hands wrapping around his neck while his hands wrapped around her tiny waist.

James kissed her deeper, his tongue exploring her warm mouth that welcomed him, his right hand moving to her hair and tugging at it as he deepened their kiss.

Isabella  gasped at the pull, loving the delicious pain as he devoured her mouth. They kissed, their hands leaving their waists and necks and moving to other parts of their body.