Lana took the card, almost as if it was a piece of fine jewelry.  She held it between her fingers, almost caressing it as she went to her things.  Placing it into her purse, she gathered up her books, preparing to leave.<br/><br/>Beginning the walk out of the auditorium, she could feel his gaze still on her, almost as if the heat from it was warming her back.  Turning slightly, she met his eyes, saying “It’s been a….<strong>fulfilling</strong>evening, Professor.  Steve.  I look forward to our continued study sessions.  You’ll be hearing from me.”    She tried to sound sure of herself, confident, but her voice hadn’t yet recovered completely from the moaning and panting of moments ago.<br/><br/>Exiting the auditorium, she made her way to her car, one of the only two in the parking lot.  Unlocking it, opening the door, she threw her things inside onto the passenger seat.  Situating herself behind the wheel, she closed the door.  Leaning her head against the head rest, she took a deep breath, held it for a count of ten and slowly released it.  Her head was still spinning.<br/><br/>Glancing at the clock, she moaned when she saw it was almost midnight.  Knowing she looked a mess, she hoped Chris wasn’t still awake when she got home.  She wasn’t up to supplying an explanation for her state of dress.  She wasn't up to declining any sexual advances he may initiate.<br/><br/>Beginning the short drive home, her mind played the events of the evening over and over in her head. His words, his kisses, his touches.  She swore she could still feel the size of him inside her, his cum still leaking out as she arrived home.<br/><br/>The porch light was still on, but everything else looked dark.<em>Whew</em>, she thought as she closed her car door as quietly as she could, making her way up to the door and into the house.  The light was on above the kitchen sink, acting as a night light.  Placing her things quietly onto the island, she walked over to the steps.  Slipping off her heels, she ascended the stairs.<br/><br/>As ridiculous as she knew it was, Lana tiptoed into their bedroom.  As she suspected, Chris was silently snoring on his side of the bed.  Continuing into their bathroom, she stripped off her clothes and threw them in the hamper.  Heading to the toilet, she relieved herself, as well as a couple of healthy drops of Steve’s cum, she was sure.  Washing her hands at the sink, she glanced at the mirror, almost shocked with what she saw.<br/><br/>Any evidence of lip gloss was long since smeared away.  Her cheeks were extremely flushed and her eyes looked glassy, almost as if drunk.  Her hair was completely beyond repair.  Holding her head up, she could see the remnants of marks on her neck, her shoulders, from Steve’s teeth.  Confident they would be gone in the morning, she caressed them now, relishing them.<br/><br/>Grabbing her nightshirt off the hook on the bathroom door, she slipped it over her head as she made her way to their bed.  Lifting the comforter, she slid into bed as gently as she could.  Resting her head on the pillow, barely taking a breath, she drifted into darkness.