a journey of passion
with Athena Phoenix
Part One: Teacher, Teacher
Once in a dozen years you meet someone who is so magnetic and so intriguing that they remain stitched into your conscious for years and years to come, despite having only met them once. Sometimes they even cross into your dreams and hover there like an apparition, waiting for the right time to appear before you in a haze, only to leave a moment later leaving you to wonder if they were ever really there at all.
But once in a lifetime you meet a goddess like creature, who is neither mortal nor immortal, sacred or demonic, pure virgin or whore. If you're lucky, you may have more than just a second of eyes meeting, flesh brushing up against you so casually you wonder if it may have been an accident. You may actually get the esteemed honor of hearing her soft voice say hello, and a smile to hint at the delicate raging passion that burns so hotly just beneath her cool, confident gaze.
Athena Phoenix is that kind of person. Just like the Goddess she was named after, her wisdom and her strategy is to encounter power in its truest sense and steal it in the blink of an eye. Born under the sign of Scorpio, she does seem to possess the deepest secrets of human desire, and even the meaning of life and death itself. The tall raven-haired beauty seems to hide it all so well beneath her sea green eyes, so stark and startling beneath dark full lashes. Just one glance and your whole body feels as though it was robbed of thought, reason, and even the very air you breathe.
This magnetism was inborn, and even as a child she had men adoring her angelic face and mysterious demeanor. It only got stronger as she grew into her power, and by her teenage years there wasn't a boy or man alive who didn't fantasize about her full body, her mysterious eyes, her long silken hair. But Athena was smart. She knew far better than to waste her efforts on boys or grown men who sought to control her young and budding womanhood by stealing what was only hers to give away. She would save it until the right one came along. One whose seductive power was only matched by her own, and whose full abandon to her passion would create in her the woman she wanted to be.
That opportunity came in her senior year of college. Her English professor, Dr. Gregory Sterling, was more potent than any drug. His dark eyes seemed to stare right through her until she felt naked and liberated before him. All that year it was a subtle, slow deliberate seduction that she managed to hide from her fellow students, but was all to plain to the thirty something professor who had thus far managed to fend off wayward advances from his students. He did, after all, have a career to protect. He was a highly esteemed professor at a major University, and no young pussy was worth losing his job. It was too hard won. Somehow Athena sensed this and it made her all the more determined to seduce him, to reduce him to the animal inside and give her the power she sought to recreate herself just like the Phoenix for whom she was named.
He was so cool and collected while she challenged him on ideals and principles, her fine mind a complete match for a battle of wits she considered foreplay. He rose to the challenge quite gracefully, never giving an inch, even when she was right and making it totally seem as though he never released control of the conversation directly to her. Not until he was good and ready at least. The eternal give and take of female and male was waged like a battle almost weekly between them, as the other students watched and made notations of the ideals being expressed, without ever really noticing the seductive dance being played out before them. The more it went on, the more of a match he proved to be, the more Athena knew he was the one Fate had chosen to carry her across the threshold of childhood to womanhood. She could hardly wait to lie beneath him, feeling him break through every last barrier remaining between virtue and raw desire.
And even though he knew his job could be jeopardized, he found himself compelled by this raven-haired vixen, who challenged him at his very core at every given opportunity. He had to admit that the fire in her eyes quickened his pulse, the full curve of her breast beneath the chaste clothing she wore only made him hunger for more. Athena had deliberately chosen to not give too much away after watching him so quickly dismiss the darling little fanciers who nearly unbuttoned to the navel to get his attention. So that was the way he wanted it? She would just make him work for glimpses of the gifts she had to offer. It was a smart move that proceeded to drive him insane, until he found himself dreaming of her. Then soon after he would even masturbate to the thought of her while he was at home alone, trying to push thoughts of her from his fevered brain with outrageous amounts of alcohol.
He found himself wishing again and again she'd would be as brash as some of his other admirers and show up at his door. While he was in this state it would have not taken anymore than a hello to fall from those full pouting lips before he took her right there against the door. He would groan as he thought of her dancing for him, stripping away all the clothes she kept using to hide herself from his now searching gaze, hungry for anything to fuel his dreams.
But she would strip away more than just clothes. She would strip away that fiery confidence and cool aloof exterior she used to keep him at arms length, while the look in her eyes dared him to fuck her right there on the spot. He could literally visualize her down on her knees before him; her amazing green eyes staring up with him with a look that begged that she service him in whatever way he desired. He could almost feel those lips around his cock, and he mastered her and guided her as his lover.
It was right around spring break when he was nearly at a breaking point himself. He was crazed to consummate this crazy affair with her; this wild woman/child who possessed his dreams and now even his waking thoughts. He found himself both longing for and fearing their heated confrontations in class. He was afraid that the other students would hear how his voice changed and deepened and worried that something would happen when he'd have to rise from his desk and they could see very well the evidence of his passion. As he dismissed the class that Friday before their week long vacation, he asked that she stay behind.
"Miss Phoenix, I am afraid to rain on your spring break parade but the last paper you turned in is totally unacceptable. I'm afraid that you will have to write another one." He was shuffling papers on his desk, so that she could not see the desperation in his voice that she not go fuck amateur boys when she could warm his bed instead. And though jealousy was starting to consume him, it wasn't entirely a ploy on his behalf about the paper. She had turned in work very much below her capabilities. He could only hope it was on purpose, and that she was willing to bring this game to a close once and for all.
Her voice was soft, and even though he was not looking at her, her gaze never wavered. "I'm sorry, Professor Gregory. I guess I just didn't get the concept."
His eyes met hers briefly, confidence starting to gain. He knew very well how sharp her mind was, this concept was nothing she wouldn't "get". "Well you know that you have to make high marks on this paper to maintain your grade average. I would hate for your GPA to suffer. Is there anything I can do?"
She smiled an almost bashful childlike smile that caused his engorged cock to jump. "Maybe you know a tutor who could help me?"
There it was in all its shining glory. Opportunity was knocking, no, opportunity was damn near breaking down his door. Thoughts of his career went out the window as he found himself offering the forbidden. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I could help you this week so that you could present a new paper by next Monday."
There was that damn smile again. He almost came in his pants. "I would hate to impose, Professor. It's your vacation too."
He feigned a look of disappointment. "Yes, that's true. I was going to go out on my houseboat for the week. But I do care about your education, Miss Phoenix, and I don't mind putting that on hold if it helps you."
Her voice dropped a notch. "Well, is there any way we can compromise? Maybe I can come out with you on your boat and that way you still get your vacation."
"That's highly improper, Miss Phoenix. Circumstances could easily be misconstrued and my job would be at risk." He felt he had to say it, even though the idea of her on his boat for a week seemed highly worth the risk to him.
"That's true, but that would only be if people were to find out. I'm not planning on telling anyone. Are you?"
He met her green eyes dead on. "I guess that solves that problem then, doesn't it?"
