Free TheProfessor by Jon Bradbury Page A

all your habits.”
    “Yes, you do, and I thank you.”
    The room was silent while Naomi started rubbing my back with baby oil. Doing this right after a shower makes my skin softer than a cloud. Plus her technique is golden.
    “Would you like some breakfast, Miss Danielle?”
    “Yes, please, Naomi. I’m hungry.”
    “I thought I’d make a cold breakfast. Weather’s kind of warm for my taste.”
    “Yes, it is. Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome. You look beautiful this morning, Miss Danielle.”
    “What, don’t I look beautiful every morning?”
    “Of course you do. But this morning you’ve got this definite glow.”
    I just said, “That’s the baby oil, Naomi.”
    She laughed. “Yes, Miss Danielle.”
    I didn’t say a thing as she rubbed my booty with baby oil. I couldn’t exactly say to her, Yeah, I’ve got this glow thanks to the sex I had with Jeff last night . Mind-blowing, toe-curling, nail-digging sex ! Oooohhh, shit !
    “I see your period started.”
    “Yeah, right on time.”
    “Let me grab you a tampon real quick.”
    “Sure.”
    Naomi went to the cabinet under the sink. “Yeah, I was wondering about that, after your little escapade in the pool.”
    My gut lurched. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”
    “Danielle, do not lie to me. I saw you two in the pool last night.”
    “How much did you see?”
    “Let’s just say I had no idea you could get so ghetto. Such language .” She lightly spanked my booty.
    A few giggles escaped. “It’s not my fault he’s so good! “
    “That good, huh?”
    “Yes! And have you seen the way he looks in his pajamas in the morning?”
    “For the record, yes, I have.”
    “So you know?”
    “Yes, I know. You really like him, huh?”
    I blushed. “Yeah. Maybe.”
    “No maybe about it, Miss Danielle. This isn’t just a case of jungle fever.”
    I shrugged sheepishly. “I won’t lie. I really like him.”
    “Danielle. You can’t be caught falling in love with a white man. You have a reputation to protect.”
    I found myself brushing away tears. “Yes, Naomi, I do have a reputation, as you so delicately put it. I’m also very tired of playing these damned race games.”
    “So does that mean I can give him the third degree?”
    “No, that does not mean you give him the third degree!”
    “Aw, come on, Miss Danielle. I’m just watching your back.”
    “I know. Just be gentle with him. We do want him to come back. At least I do.”
    Naomi giggled. “Yes, Miss Danielle.”
    “Good. Now oil up my legs, please.”
    The next few minutes were spent in silence while she rubbed my legs and arms with baby oil. Finally Naomi said, “Okay, you’re all set. Let me get you something to wear.”
    She came back with a short white romper, a white lace bra and a pair of full bottom matching panties. She helped me put on the panties and the bra. She helped me step through the shorts, pulled up the top half of the romper and zipped the zipper in back for me, and pulled the straps in place with a sure touch.
    I said, “Thanks, Naomi.”
    “Sure. I’ll just be going to see about breakfast.” Naomi left the bathroom.
    Still feeling that happy glow, I stepped to the sink and opened my makeup kit. I found my best candy apple red lipstick and applied a few swipes. Then I slicked my hair back, secured it with a hair clip and left the bathroom. Girl, you got it bad, wearing lipstick to breakfast. Red lipstick, even . I floated along, barefoot, grinning like a fool.
    When I finally made it downstairs to the kitchen, Naomi was setting out fresh fruit and cold cereals on the island.
    Maybe five minutes later, Jeff came downstairs with a definite spring in his step, wearing his usual bed clothes, barefoot like me. Shit, he looked so fucking hot! I wanted to suck his dick right then and there. Just haul it out and slurp it and make that creamy white goop spurt in my mouth. Leave a ring of lipstick around his dick.
    He spared me a quick smile