The Student and her Professor

After our encounter, we got dressed. I am walking across the room to leave and you walk up to me and kiss me so hard. I kiss you back just as hard, and I leave quickly with a backward glance as I disappear through the door.

I walk back to my apartment like I was on air. I don't notice the street noises or the dimming sun. When I get back, my roommates asked me why I was so late. I told them I had a meeting with a different professor and then stopped for a tea on the way home.

They excitedly tell me about a new club that just opened up and they want to go there. I beg off telling them I am tired and just want a quiet night. They leave soon after, and I am left alone with my thoughts of that day.

The weekend passes in a blur, and soon it is time for your class again. I dress with care - my tight, ripped jeans and a low-cut V neck tank top of the softest pink fabric. It flows around my mid-section allowing glimpses of my torso.

I take my usual spot in the fourth row, centre. I talk and laugh with my friends until you walk in. My eyes dip to my papers, feeling suddenly shy.

I can hear you arranging your papers and text books, getting ready for today's lecture. My eyes are finally drawn to look at you. I see you standing at the lectern, awaiting the attention of the class. You finally hit the lectern several times with your palm and everyone quietens down.

You ask for the lights to be dimmed and start your presentation. I am watching you and I see you glance at me several times during your lecture. One time, you blatantly look at me until I half-smile at you.

At the end of the lecture when the lights are turned back up, you announce that outlines are due next week. Everyone starts to shuffle out of the room, but you give me a look and raise your eyebrows. I nod quickly so you know I understand.

I slowly walk out of the room and then tell my friends to go on ahead as I forgot something in the room. I walk back in as you are stuffing your books and papers into your briefcase.

I look at you as I lean against the lectern. You start talking to me about my outline and say you have some further comments. You ask me to be at your office at the end of the day.

The day goes by in a flash, and I find myself walking to your office. The rooms all around you are dark as everyone has gone home. I walk to the doorway and knock. You turn around and smile as you see me. I walk in and close the door behind me.

You immediately push me up against the door and grab my hands. You push them over my head and crush my lips with a hard kiss.

You whisper that you can't stop thinking about me. Your fingers wind my curls around them. Ohhh, you whisper, baby girl. My body shivers when you call me this and rubs against yours. You moan into my neck. I hear, this is so wrong this is so wrong, but you keep kissing me on my neck. I can feel you licking and sucking on my neck, and I know that there will be a mark tomorrow.

Your hands slide up my tank top and pull my breasts out of the cups of my bra. You grab them and massage them aggressively. I hear you making sounds against my neck and I lean my head forward to lick your ear.

You gasp into my neck and trace kisses down to my chest. You pull my tank top up and begin to feast on my breasts. First one, then the other. Kissing, biting, and licking.

I whisper, it's okay you don't have to go so fast, and you take a step back your chest heaving. Your face is heavy with lust and your breath is coming in short gasps.

Your tie is askew and you open it up further and pull it off. I can see your cock through your khakis jutting the fabric up straight. It almost looks obscene, you in your dress shirt and khakis with a large tent in them.

You move in closer and softly kiss the marks you've left on my skin. First on my neck, my chest, and then the multiple spots you left on my breasts where you nibbled and sucked. You pull my tank top up and off and feast your eyes on my body. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra and let it fall to the ground where I kick it away.

I see your cock twitch when I do this and you reach out and cup both my breasts in your hands. You murmur, we can't do this here we can't do this I cant do this, as you rub my nipples with your thumbs making them tight and prominent. My breath is coming rapidly, making my chest rise and fall.

You brush the sides of my torso with the back of your fingers making goosebumps form all over me and tightening my nipples even further. Your hand slides down my middle and cups my mound through my jeans.

Your middle finger presses into where my entrance is and I groan and my head falls back against the door with a clunk. This startles you and pulls you out of your reverie.

You back off and say quietly, we can't, not again, you're my student.

I look at you, your cock so prominent in your pants. I know that you are risking everything for this, your job, your reputation, everything.

I just look at you, my breath still making my chest heave. Your eyes are hooded with desire for me. You move in again and moan against my skin. Your hands move to the zipper of my jeans and open them up. I make no movement, only moving my hips as you peel my jeans and underwear off of me. My hands move to your shirt and unbutton it as you unzip your pants. You pull them off and stand in front of me, unbuttoned white shirt, large, thick cock reaching up to your stomach.

You move me from the door to the wall and your hand holds the base of your cock as you look at me. You stroke yourself slowly, taking me in with your eyes. My large breasts, my curves, my bare pussy with only a small landing strip. You move towards me and whisper in my ear, we need to be quiet. Your hand moves and locks the door.

Your hand returns to your cock and strokes your long shaft. I see a glistening drop appear on the tip and you keep stroking, making more pre-cum appear.

You can finally take no more and move your cockhead to my entrance. You look at me and I half-smile. You thrust hard and slide all the way into me. We both groan, as you fill me up completely. Your cock assisted by my intense wetness.

You thrust over and over again. Long, deep, hard strokes. My arms move around you and I lift my leg around your hip, opening myself up to you. My head is pushed against the wall and I softly moan with each thrust. I can feel your thrusts quickening over and over. Slowly increasing in speed. I press my foot into your ass, spurring you on. One, two, three more hard thrusts and you push in deep and hold there. I can feel your body shudder as you cum deep in me. You bite my shoulder to keep from crying out loud.

I hold you tight through your orgasm. I can feel your body relaxing as your ejaculations slow, then stop. You are breathing heavy against my shoulder, and kissing me softly where you bit.

You look at me and stroke my cheek. You whisper, I'm sorry I took you like that. I couldn't help myself. I had to have you right now. You kiss my lips gently.

I kiss you back, and our kiss becomes passionate again. You break our kiss and look at me. we can't meet here again, you murmur, It's too dangerous. You turn toward your desk and scribble something on a piece of paper. My personal email address, you say. Only use this one. Don't use your university email. I want to see you again, but not here.

I tell you that I understand. You hand me my panties and jeans and I pull them back on myself. You cup my breasts and groan, so beautiful. You bend your head and kiss my nipples. You sigh into my breasts and tell me that you want to worship me like I deserve. Soon.

We both finish getting dressed, and I see how rumpled you are now compared to your usual polished appearance.

You take my face in your hands and kiss me. Email me soon. I want you again, you say.

I push the paper into the pocket of my jeans and unlock the door. I look both ways down the hallway and see that it is still empty. I turn and look at you and blow a kiss to you. You smile and blow one back.

I disappear down the hallway and float home. When I walk it to my apartment, my roommates ask me where I was as I am never this late on weekdays. They take my dishevelled appearance and love bites on my neck and chest. They ask me if I'm okay, and the only thing I can say is, I met someone.

They press me for details, but I tell them I didn't want to talk about it yet. It's too new. I walk into my room, lay on the bed and relive the afternoon.