You're my teacher. I'm your student. We've been casually dating for a bit now. Today, you call me into your classroom to tell me you don't think this is a good idea anymore. We could get in a lot of trouble for being together. I'm not going to let you just end things like this, especially when I know it's not what you really want. I graduate in 6 months. I'm a grown adult. You're not that much older than me. We can keep things quiet until I'm done college, can't we? We haven't had sex yet, but with this renewed commitment to being together, maybe it's time we do? Right here. In your office... Full Audio: https://ohcleo.com/post/cltnfywky35898121jqbsrst0vm
You wanted to see me? Should I close the door? No, I'm going to close the door.
I think you want me to. There, it's just us now. Was there a problem with my final paper, sir? Oh, okay.
What do we need to talk about? Hmm, I see. Um, well, not a conversation I expected today.
What brought this on? Why do you suddenly want to talk about what's going on between us? Too much? How is it too much? We've had coffee a few times, and we've made out in your car a bunch.
That's really what's going on here. Yeah. I know, you're my professor, my teacher, and it can get messy, but it doesn't have to.
I'm a legal adult, what are they going to do? They won't fire you for this, will they? Well, that math prof last year started dating a student, and I'm pretty sure they're, like, engaged now, and he didn't get fired.
No. In fact, this school has one of the most well-known reputations for looking the other way, as long as the student in question is legal, which I very much am. I'm in my last year.
I mean, six months from now, I'm not even going to be your student anymore. So what's the problem? You know I don't want to wait until then.
Look, if I remember correctly, it was you that kissed me that night we ran into each other in the coffee shop. Yeah, you made the first move, so why are you telling me now that this can't happen? You should have said that weeks ago.
You know what, yes I am. I'm getting upset, because I feel like you're screwing me around. You told me you wanted to be with me, you wanted to try whatever this was, and now you're, what, afraid?
You're a coward? Well, I'm pretty sure you're trying to break up with me, so it doesn't really matter what I say at this point, does it? No.
And I don't even need to worry about your bias influencing my grades, because remember, your TAs mark my papers. See, we even did that right, so that there's no favoritism or anything silly like that. And to be honest, I'm getting tired of having to sneak around.
Yeah. I mean, I want to be able to go out in public with you, I want to hold your hand, I want to sit in a movie theater, I want to go walk through the mall, I want to have dinner in a restaurant. I want to take you home to meet my parents, eventually, maybe, if it goes there.
But right now, that's not even a possibility. I don't know what the connection was between us, I don't know where it came from, but I know that we both felt it as though we'd been hit by fucking lightning. Yeah.
The first time you kissed me, that's what you told me. Were you lying? Okay, good.
Well, at least there's that. I did. I did mention taking things to the next level last time we went out.
It was like two days ago, of course I remember. Well, the next level? Why are you asking me what that is? Shouldn't you know? Well, think about it.
When I said it, what were you doing? Yeah, we were kissing, but what else was happening? Yeah, I was straddling your lap and you were rubbing your cock against me.
And that's why I said we should take it to the next level, because you clearly want to. And I don't know where this sudden change of heart has come from, but I can tell by the way you're looking at me that it's not actually a thing. Were you feeling guilty because I'm a student? Are you afraid that you're going to get fired? I don't understand.
In six months, this problem goes away. So, as much as I don't like being secret about everything, I mean, I'd rather that than not have it. Okay, you look really lost right now.
Come here, come here. It's just a hug, relax. Better? Yeah.
Good. Yeah. Good.
I understand. There's a lot to consider here, but it's temporary. And you're not that much older than me, you're one of the youngest profs on this campus, so it's not like you're old enough to be my father or something.
The age cap isn't that big a deal. And I meant it. I want to take it to the next level.
I think you do too. From the way you're holding me against you. What? What do you mean, what am I doing? What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking off my shirt.
Yeah? Well, you've had your hands under it, but you've never actually seen my chest. I know you like them, though.
It's the first place your hands go when we kiss. So here you go. Let's move the bra.
There. Now look at me and tell me you want to walk away from this.