2. Schooling My Professor

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My professor seemed unable to concentrate at our next lecture. The softness no longer lingered in his blue eyes. Now there was something new, an aching that made me press my thighs together.

It was clear we both wanted more of what happened between us. I smiled at him and he stumbled over his words for the first time since I'd started the class. Just knowing I had that effect on him turned me on.

I'm not sure anyone else in the class noticed, at least not that I could tell. The lecture seemed to go on forever as I glanced from the clock to my computer screen which barely held any notes at all. My professor dismissed the class twenty minutes earlier than the normal time.

The other students assumed it was a rare celebration of a long week, but I knew otherwise. He was desperate to be alone with me again. His face was slightly flushed when he called my name, asking me to stay behind to discuss an assignment.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked around. Did anyone suspect? The class emptied quickly and finally I had him all to myself.

Trying to play it cool, despite the wet spot already soaking my panties, I stood up from my chair and strolled right past his desk. He didn't have the power to tell me to meet him after class. That was my decision.

I glanced over my shoulder and informed him that we would have that discussion in his office in ten minutes. My hips swayed a little more than usual as I slipped out of the room. Though I couldn't see his reaction, I could hear him shuffling papers into his carrier bag.

The rush of ordering him to do something made my body tingle. Why hadn't I ever tried something like this before? I made him wait fifteen minutes before I showed up at his office door, a small grin on my ruby red lips.

He was sitting on the edge of his desk, his hands folded anxiously in his lap as he waited. His eyes lit up when he saw me and I could feel the heat rise in the room. He was wearing a tight navy jacket that made his eyes shimmer and the muscles beneath even more obvious.

Neither of us said anything when I closed the door behind me, but the unspoken yearning was heavy in the air. This felt more intimate than the classroom, and even more naughty. I could hear his breath quicken when I turned around.

He stood up, towering over me with intensity swimming in his eyes. I wanted him to touch me, kiss me. Even more, I wanted him to fuck me on top of his desk, but that wasn't what I decided to do.

He had to earn those things first. When he reached out to touch my face, I shook my head and told him to sit down like a good boy. The words felt strange coming from my mouth at first.

After all, this man was older than I was, held more degrees than I did, and could flunk me out of college if he wanted to. But the look on his face and the authority I felt when I said it cancelled any doubts I might have had. He drew a deep breath and nodded.

His full lips curved up into a coy smile as he settled into his desk chair. The man was assessing me like a rare piece of art. I was wearing a loose-fitting summer dress that was just a bit see-through when the light hit it just right.

His blue eyes scanned my curves as I took a seat in the armchair directly across from him. He was trying to imagine what I'd look like without the dress. I was sure of it.

I snapped my fingers to keep his attention from wandering, then settled back into the comfortable leather chair. My legs opened slightly. Do you want to touch me, Professor? I asked, running my hands gently up my thighs.

He exhaled hard and nodded slowly, his eyes pleading in a way that I'd never seen from a man before. I realized at that moment what I wanted more than anything in the world. I yearned to hear him beg, groan, implore me just to touch the hem of my dress.

I wanted him to crave me so badly he'd do anything just to taste me again. When I told him to beg for me, he scoffed, but the cock in his pants betrayed him. He wanted this just as much as I did.

Each deep please that came from his mouth was softer and more sincere than the last. How did his every word sound like silk? Little by little, I slid my dress up, enjoying the desire each piece of skin sparked in him.

When my pussy was completely visible, he moaned and slipped a hand down to squeeze his hard cock through his dress pants. No, you aren't allowed to touch unless I say so, I said, releasing my breasts from the straps of my dress. I could feel my nipples harden as he bit his bottom lip and pulled his hand away from his cock.

Slowly, I began to tease him by touching myself. I caressed my breasts with gentle fingertips, causing goosebumps over the flesh he so clearly wanted to touch, to taste. When I slid forward in the chair and ran a finger over my soaked panties, my professor licked his lips, no doubt remembering the taste of me.

I shivered, recalling his hands against my skin. He was shifting in his chair now, trying very hard to follow my instructions and resist touching himself. Seeing him struggle so desperately made me even wetter.

I slipped off my panties and told him that he could keep them, if he was very good. A groan slipped from his mouth as my fingers explored the slick lips of my exposed pussy. His eyes drank me in as he leaned closer, tightening his grip on the arms of the chair.

I closed my eyes, teasing my clit over and over as he watched me intently. Slipping one finger inside, then two, I moaned loudly, not caring who might hear me on the other side of the door. I needed to cum.

I needed him to see me cum, knowing he wasn't even allowed to touch his own cock. Even from across the desk, I could feel his desire seeping into me like salt water in a vast ocean. The intensity grew as I climbed higher and higher, quickening my pace.

His voice was low and soft, encouraging me to find my release. Come for me. Come for me, please.

I need to hear you cum, he whispered. Please. Please.

Please. Please. Please.

Please. Please. Please.

Something about that last word made everything else fall away and my eyes roll back in my head. I could hear him moan softly, his breathing matching mine exactly as I reached my peak. With one last groan, my entire body tensed hard, spilling out wave after wave of pleasure.

When my breathing slowed and I was finally able to open my eyes, my professor was standing over me, smiling softly. He offered me his hand and brought my knuckles to his lips. I slipped the wet panties into his jacket pocket and told him I looked forward to our next discussion.

Maybe I'd even let him cum next time.