The Professor’s Seduction

The lecture was ending, but I took my time gathering up my things. I was looking for any excuse I could find to linger in the classroom. Professor Ryan was at the front of the class stacking papers and organizing her desk as students shuffled out. Where my hands shook with nerves, she was all unhurried confidence as she ruled over her kingdom.

What makes this woman so enthralling to me? Hero worship? I feel my stomach clench every time our eyes meet in class. I find myself thinking of her when I’m alone at night in my bed. I try not to think of the night my hand drifted down my body into my panties after looking her up online. The two things have nothing to do with each other, but maybe it explains my nerves when she’s around. A little unnecessary guilt that is making me awkward.

Her thick, dark hair hung like a curtain down her slim back. She looks the part of the serious professor in her tight black skirt that hit right at her knees and the white silk blouse that was kept discretely closed with a keyhole button. My green summer dress felt childish in comparison. What a young girl like me thinks looks cool and put together until she runs into someone like Professor Ryan.

The last of the murmuring students finally leave and the classroom door swings shut behind them, enclosing the classroom in silence. I almost change my mind about approaching her, but after a moment to gain my courage, I walk closer to Professor Ryan.

“Excuse me”, my voice is quiet and lacks the confidence I wanted to portray.

Professor Ryan looks up from her paperwork, her piercing blue-eyed stare that terrified college students now trained on me. “Can I help you, Ms. Weaver?”

She straightens to her full height, and at my petite 5′2" frame, my eyes are brought level with her sharp collarbones.

“Is there any way I could ask a few questions about today’s lecture? I want to make sure I understand everything before the exam next week.”

Professor Ryan gives me a gentle smile, her normal cold and aloof appearance settling into something softer. “Of course. I love it when students come to me with questions. I prefer visits during office hours but lucky for you I had a cancellation. Let me finish gathering up my things and we will head to my office.”

I follow her down the hallway and my heart begins to beat at a faster pace. Safely behind her, I allow my eyes to drift down her body. She is tall and lean, but with an hourglass figure most girls would die for. Her skirt is tight against her full ass and the way her hips move as she walks makes my movements feel stiff and uncoordinated in comparison.

I don’t understand my feelings when I’m around Professor Ryan. Admiration and respect are obvious, but it’s more than just looking up to a role model. I catch myself staring at her in class, her long-legged beauty so different from my petite, slight body.

We enter her office. It’s small but cozy and tucked away at the end of the hallway. She keeps the overhead light off instead, turning on a floor lamp that sends a soft comforting glow across the room.

She gestures for me to take a seat across from her desk and into a plush chair.

“Thank you for seeing me on short notice, Professor Ryan,” I say after I settle into my chair and look up to meet her eyes. This is my first time being alone with her, and having her full attention focused on me is a heady feeling. I had overheard more than one boy in class talking about how hot she was. She was the type of woman most young college girls want to become and most young college boys want to fuck.

“No problem. What’s on your mind? Anything in particular in today’s lecture that you had trouble with?” She leans forward in her chair, giving me her full attention. The way she moves causes the front of her white silk blouse to dip low over her generous breasts. Shocked by the way my eyes are drawn to her cleavage, I jerk them up to her face, hoping she doesn’t notice. An uncontrollable blush heats my cheeks.

I try to reassure myself that it’s only natural to look. Her large, full breasts are just so different from my small A cups. I can’t help but wish I could see the color and size of her nipples. Were they small, pink buds like mine or large, dark, and puffy like some of the women I have seen in porn? It’s okay to be curious, right? It doesn’t mean anything. I shake my head and get back on task.

After I stumbled through my explanation of what I needed clarification on, Professor Ryan provided me with a private one-on-one lecture to help me understand the points I missed. She takes her time, and I’m once again mesmerized by her intellect. How can a woman be so beautiful and put together? It’s hard to imagine the sophisticated 40-something was ever a struggling 20-year-old college student like me. Without thinking, I say as much out loud, causing Professor Ryan to throw her dark hair back with a carefree laugh. My eyes are once again drawn away from her beautiful face, down her creamy neck to rest where her full breasts push against her blouse. I wish the desk didn’t hide the rest of her body.

“Can I call you Emily, Ms. Weaver?” At my nod, she smiles and continues, “You can call me Jennifer. I promise that I was once just like you. I’ve noticed you in class and I don’t doubt for a moment that you are on your way to great things. You are a beautiful, smart girl and I’m sure that you will give me a run for my money when you’re my age.”

I feel that flush again, but I don’t care. My smile of pride is big and I preen under her approval. My eyes settle on her slick, full red lips. If I tried to wear that color with my pale skin, freckles, and red hair, I would look like a child playing dress-up with her mother’s makeup. On Professor Ryan’s dark-haired beauty, the slash of red is provocative and stunning.

“Emily, are you okay? You seem distracted.” I pull my eyes back up. The look of concern on her face is a testament to how long I zoned out.

“I’m so sorry. It’s been a long semester.” My deflection is lame but seems to work when Professor Ryan nods sympathetically. “I appreciate your help so much. I think I needed this time with you without the distraction of the classroom. I admire you so much, so it’s a little intense being here with you.” I giggle nervously.

Professor Ryan’s red lips curl up into a beautiful smile. “Thank you. I’m glad I could help. She leans forward in her chair again, the creak of the leather sounding loud in the quiet room. Her eyes focus on my face as if she’s watching for some kind of reaction. Her blouse is pulled tight to her chest, the keyhole button straining. My eyes slowly drift down to the curve of her breasts. Professor Ryan pretends not to notice the way my eyes run over her body. I worry that I’m making her uncomfortable, but she gives no hint that she wants me to stop.

She is speaking about the lecture again and I nod and smile at the right places to pretend that I’m listening. I don’t understand this feeling or why the air in her office feels thick and electrified. I’ve never been with a girl before. I never even considered that I might want to be with one. I had a few boyfriends in high school, but I never felt this overwhelming lust with them.

“Do you understand Emily?”

“Oh um, yes, thank you,” I say, even though I hadn’t been listening for at least a minute.

Professor Ryan once again smiles. “Are you sure? We can reschedule if you’re too distracted or tired?” Luckily, she seems sincere and not angry with my inattention.

“No, I’m so glad you gave me this time.”

Professor Ryan runs the tips of her fingers across the top of her breasts in an absent-minded motion. Just seeing her fingers on her body causes my pussy to clench. I squirm in my seat, the motion revealing how wet I’ve become just sitting near Professor Ryan. The slick glide of my panties rubbing against my pussy lips is evidence of how turned on I am. If I thought I could get away with it, I would circle my cunt on the seat of the chair until I cum. “Of course, dear. That’s what I’m here for. I want to make sure I’m thorough and that you leave here satisfied.” I feel embarrassed that she has possibly picked up on my strange fascination with her. I’m also shocked by how flirty her words sound to my ears. Is my crush playing tricks on me?

I swallow deeply and my lips part as a little gasp escapes. The image I created of Professor Ryan watching me cum on her office chair causes my heart to speed up. If my cum drips onto the nice leather chair, would she lick it up before eating my pussy? Would she rub her wet juicy pussy all over my face and demand I lick her tight asshole? Where are these thoughts coming from? I need to go.

I stand to leave, ready to cut my losses before I embarrass myself further. “I’ve taken enough of your time. I should be heading out.”

The small office closes in around me. The air feels thick with tension and I’m rooted to the spot. Professor Ryan is looking up at me from behind her desk. Her narrowed blue eyes and serious expression are so similar to what I see during her passionate lectures. “I told you, Emily, I’m happy to help. Do you need something else? All you have to do is ask.”

The way she says those words while looking into my eyes feels like she is talking about more than helping me with an exam. There is a fluidity to her movements that wasn’t there before. Every move of her body holds a sensual promise that can be mine if I’m just brave enough to ask for what I want.

Professor Ryan pushes away from the desk and leans back in her desk chair, a far more casual pose than when we were discussing her lecture. One long leg crossing over the other. The skirt that an hour ago I would have described as a little boring and professional was now tight and pulled high on her thighs.

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