I Have a Question, Professor
The professor is talking, teaching psychology with passion. I don’t know what he says— I will check the given text or collect notes later— as all I can see is what a genius the new psychology professor is, and how hot that is.
I am a sapiosexual you see, I am attracted to smart brains. Now the thing about my psychology professor is that he is not just a genius but he is also younger than the previous one— though still older than my twenty years by at least ten years— and extremely hot, my kind of hot; lean and with glasses.
During the day he is my professor, at night he is my lover in my fantasies and wet dreams. I cross my legs as I feel myself getting excited and wet as I replay my fantasies about him last night, that caused me to come so hard I thought I saw stars.
The class concludes sooner than I would like it and I follow the other students to exit the class but rather than go home as I have no next class, I stop at the front of the class. I don’t want to just go home like every other day, going home to fantasize about coming hard on the hands of a man I have never even spoken to, he probably doesn’t even know my name. I am just another one of his many students after all.
He closes the book in his hands and looks up as I stop directly before him, “Hello, Miss, how can I help you?” He says with a teacherly smile. His voice is not so deep but it sounds even hotter up close, and he looks so much more lick-able and fucking hotter up close than he does from afar. I am unable to say anything, dumbstruck.
“Did you have a question, Miss?” He asks, probably wondering if I am mute.
“N..no, no” I am able to say, then I correct myself, “I mean, yes. Yes, I do have a question, professor Forest”
His eyes go past me as students for his next class begin to trickle in, increasing in their number by the second.
“If you will excuse me, I do have a class now” he says, “How about you meet me after this class and I will answer your question, Miss…”
“Gaia. Gaia Lakely” I supply
“Miss Gaia.” He says, I nearly melt at the way my name sounds on his tongue. “I will answer your question after this class, Miss Gaia, if you can wait till then”
Of course, I can wait, I am in no hurry anywhere.
“Alright, professor, I will wait” I say, he gives me a tight dismissive smile and nod as I turn to leave and he address his class.
I do not really have a question but I will surely think of one before his class is over, if only to spend more time in his presence.
Less than an hour later and his class is over, the class empties out. I step in to find him intently reading a book, the same one from earlier.
“Are you preparing for another class?” I ask, “If so, I can come back later”
He looks up at me through his glasses— I find his gaze sexy— and closes his book. Shaking his head he says, “No, that was my last class actually”
Standing up, he begins to pack up his things. I panic for a minute, “Are you headed home professor Forest?”
He zips his one hand sling lecturer bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Don’t be alarmed, miss Gaia, I am merely headed to my office. Will you walk with me? You can ask your questions there”
I nod, “Okay”
Inwardly, I am jumping with excitement, I get to enter his office alone with him. I get to see what his personal space is like— his office is not as much his personal space as his home but at least it is a start.
When we get to his office, he unlocks the door and we both get in. I close the door behind me. He drops his bag on his scattered desk— I may have been wrong, his office looks like he lives in it, at least part time— and turns to me, “Take a seat” he says
I pull out one of the chairs facing his desk and sit down. He removes his blazer and folds up his shirt sleeve, revealing his strong arms as he sits down oh his chair and places his elbows on the table.
“So what’s your question about, Miss Gaia?” He asks, seriously ready to dissect and answer my academic inquiries on his love, psychology. He is even more hot looking so serious.
I have thought about my question, so I reply honestly, “Sex”
He chokes, then coughs, then clears his throat.
I’m sorry professor, did I surprise you that much? But I am yet to even ask my question.
After clearing his throat, he says, “I’m sorry, excuse me” he clears his throat for the final time, then asks, “What do you… What do you want to know about sex, Gaia?”
“I am so sorry if I have embarrassed you, professor Forest” I say, laying thick the innocent but curious school girl act.
“No, no, not at all,” he insists, “You are free to ask whatever you want to know more about and I will answer to the best of my ability. Do you want to know about sex? Is that it?”
I may still have V card but trust me, I know more about that topic than many professional sluts. I smile coyly, my previously shy eyes direct on him as I reply, “No that’s not it, professor, I actually do know quite a lot on that topic” I shyly cast my eyes down, tucking a stray strand of my dark brown hair behind my ears. I peer back up to find my professor was watching.
“Then what is your question then?” He asks, interested— if his interest is in me or what I want to ask, I am not sure. Though, I’ll like to think it is the former.
I lean forward on my seat, “Well, professor, I have been studying, reading studies on sex and the power of sexual energy. The force of a fierce arousal when fueled by sexual energy that makes you want to just, overcome any obstacle to have your….” I trail off on purpose
“Desires sated” he completes for me, giving me his full attention.
“Yes” I smile at him, an innocent smile. Then my phone rings, I had earlier set my alarm to ring at this time.
Pulling my phone out of my bag, I look at the screen and gasp as though I just remembered something urgent I have to get to, “Oh, it’s my mom!”
“What happened to her?” Professor Forest asks, concerned
“I had promised to help her take my ailing grandmother to the hospital by this time and I totally forgot” I explain, getting to my feet. “I completely lost track of time, oh my how stupid of me! You must think I am such a bad daughter now!”
Getting to his feet as well, he shakes his head, “No, I don’t think that at all. You merely forgot, it happens to all of us”
“I am sorry but I have to go now, Professor” I say, my hand already on his door knob.
“Of course, but I didn’t get to hear your question” he says, walking over to the door as I open it and step out of his office, one foot out, the other in. “If it’s fine with you, can you come here tomorrow by this time so I can hear and answer your question?”
“That is so sweet of you” I smile at him, “Thank you so much, professor”
And with that I am rushing out. Rushing home to meet a mother that didn’t call me, and my grandmother who lives far away from us was perfectly healthy and strong the last time I saw her, last Christmas— so sorry I had to use you to lie, gram gram.
With a smirk on my face, I drive home. My plan worked and I will get to spend more time with the professor later on, rather than just one brief question and answer session.
Perfect.
