University

She looked over at the graduate student, who would be working in her office for the next three Wednesdays, and whom she was helping with her research.
There was something Roman about her profile, as if she’d walked straight out of an Italian Renaissance painting. Her dark hair was pulled back, her pale skin contrasted her brown eyes and the dark arched eyebrows. Like herself, this girl wore black. Strictly black. The only colour in her face came from the red lipstick, which emphasized her luscious lips.
The sun broke through the clouds and lit the office briefly.
She looked down again at the book that she was reading for her doctoral thesis and reminded herself to concentrate.
“Would you mind if I ask you something?”. Her alto broke the silence. "Fire ahead", she said and listened intently as they discussed the author's life and how it affected her views on women in her work. She noticed the furrow in her brow as she talked and thought and tried to remember how she herself had sat in this office and asked similar earnest questions.
As they continued to talk, she stood up and walked over to the side table, where she always kept a thermos with coffee. She gestured with her cup, questioning her with raised eyebrows on whether she too wanted some coffee.
The young girl stood up, rather too swiftly, and it took her by surprise. She almost spilled her coffee. "Careful", said the young student, as she steadied her hand. She felt the rush of blood, as their hands met, and the warmth of her skin permeated hers.
And in a rush, she imagined grabbing her wrist, pulling her close, and getting a taste of that mouth, those lips, oh those full-blooded red lips. Her mind's eye visualized them kissing, and she felt weak at the knees. She would kiss her in the neck, under her ears, along her clavicle. She would unbutton the cardigan, lift the t-shirt; she had already glimpsed the burgundy straps of the bra beneath. She would liberate her breasts from their restraint, and giddily she imagined kissing the nipples, alternately, lapping them into an aroused state, tugging gently at them with her teeth.
She had this vision of drawing her close, shoving the papers off her desk, hoisting her buttocks onto the table and unbuttoning her fly. Of her hand, intuitively finding its way into the graduate’s panties, and discovering the moistness inside. Of rubbing her clit with the tips of her fingers, of cupping her in her hand and gently nudging inside. Of watching the young girl writhe in ecstasy, as she touched her everywhere. Of kissing that mouth, as it begged for more. Of hearing her pant as she worked her towards an orgasm. Of feeling her go limp in her arms. Of kissing her gently, and whispering her name.
“Are you all right?”, the student said, brusquely awakening her from her reverie. “Yes", she smiled, rather flushed and she poured her a cup of coffee.