A Professor's Secret (Part 1)
“You seriously need to get laid, girl,” My best friend shrieks as we enter the math class.
“Shush,” I attempt to hush her from speaking so crudely. She is so fucking loud.
“What?” She looks at me innocently. That bitch.
I just shake my head and walk to my seat. I put all my stuff down and sit myself down. She also takes a seat beside mine.
“Don’t you think our professor is so hot?” She asks me that every single class.
My answer is also always the same. “Nope”
Though, in all honesty, he is very hot. I have had a crush for as long as I have had this class. I just don’t want to tell her, that all I want to do is screw him. I am a virgin and I am saying that. He is sex walking on legs. If he asked me right this second to strip, I would, no questions asked.
“Good Morning class,” The professor says as soon as he walks into the room. He walks to his desk and I can’t help but admire him. He turns to the class and smiles. Damn, What a smile.
Even though I hate math, I love this lecture. It’s my favourite.
We get our tests back today. He spreads them on the front desk. Everyone makes their way to get the tests, including me. I pick my test and check the mark. I see a D staring right at me.
“What did you get?” My best friend inquires.
“I got a D. Shit!” I answer sadly.
As soon as I say that, I hear the professor talk. ” Not many people did well on this test, so to help everyone who wants help, I opened up extra office hours. Come see me after class to make an appointment”
I should go, I tell myself.
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At the end of the class, I find myself making my way to the professor.
“How can I help you?” He asks without looking up from whatever he is doing.
“I would like to make an appointment” I respond. He looks up immediately after he hears me.
“Well, I’m free during lunch, unless you ahem something to do.”
“No, that sounds perfect.”
“Okay, See you then”
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I’m marching my way through the hallways to see the professor. I knock on the door. I enter as I heard “come in”.
“Well, Hello again Miss Winters,” He greets as I take a seat in front of his desk. I notice him look me up and down.
“Hello Professor”
“What can I help you with?”
“We got our tests back today, and I didn’t do too well. So, I thought it’d do me good to ask for help.”
“It’s good you came and asked for help.”
“Thank you,” I say. I tuck my hair behind my ear out of nervousness. I don’t know why I am nervous, to be honest.
We work for half an hour or so. I couldn’t help but notice how he would touch me every chance he got. He even moved his chair so he was sitting beside me. While He was explaining something he would lean in closer. He would brush his hand against mine, his thigh would softly touch mine.
“Here, like this,” He whispers and takes a hold of my hand to show me the right way.
His knee nudging my thigh.
“Oh Okay.”
I do what I was told.
" Good Job! You got it.”
My face lightens up as I look up at him.
I stare at the page in excitement when I feel a hand on my knee. I was wearing a skirt so he was touching my skin.
“What are you doing? Sir,” I stutter.
He doesn’t say anything but glides his hand up and down my thigh. He leans in and kisses me softly at first. That was my first kiss. He just stole my first kiss. My math professor just stole my first kiss. He sucks on the bottom lip, as his hand still moves on my leg. Though, now it’s under my skirt, softly rubbing my soft skin. I put my arms around his neck.
He pulls back and looks at me. He puts his hand on the back of my head and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. He bites my lower lip making me gasp, and he puts his tongue in my mouth. He explores the inside of my mouth before he lets go to breathe. He smiles at me which I return gladly. He suddenly stands up, pulling me with him. I stand up with my back against his desk, and he stands in front of me. His arm wraps around my waist.
He makes eye contact with me, and it is the hottest thing ever. He grabs my throat and drags my face closer to his, without breaking the stare. He brings his head down and kisses me, roughy this time. I loved every single moment of it. The hand from my throat roams down my body, as his lips move from my lips to my neck.
His hand grabs my boob atop my shirt. He lightly squeezes, and his thumb and finger find my nipple. He rolls my nipple and pinches it, coaxing a moan out of me. I can feel the juices flowing out of me.
His hand glides down my body and under my skirt. He grips my thigh and gives it a little squeeze before continuing the journey. After a torturous wait, I feel his finger through my panties. He presses on the clit to be rewarded with a moan.
“You like that, baby? Hmm?” He teases knowing the effect he has on me. “Wow, You are already wet for me.”
I let out a loud moan as an answer. He moves the little piece of cloth to the side and slides his finger in. I wince and he notices and stops.
“Are you okay? What happened?” He questions, concerned.
----To Be Continued----
