Newton's 3rd Law. Professor/Student fun.

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Ah, it's you. Come on in. Have a seat.

I've already made us some coffee. I don't know why you even come during office hours. Not that I'm complaining.

I enjoy your company immensely. But your grades are higher than anyone else's. Hell, you're doing better than I was.

And I had the exact same curriculum. No need to be modest. Some modesty is good.

It helps keep our heads below the clouds. But don't think I don't see the results of your hard work. Unlike most of my students, you actually take the time and work in your free time.

You could spend that time partying or making hot glue crafts. I don't know what you kids do these days for fun. Nah, I know.

I'm not that old. I got my master's only four years ago. Anyways, that's not what you came here for.

What can I help you with? Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Oh.

Your last test? Did you find a point I missed? Oh, it's not to bother.

I'm aware I'm only human, and I'm allowed to make mistakes. It happens more often than you think. Most students just don't want to take a walk to my office or stay after a lecture for a few minutes.

Come on, show me. Let's see here. Huh.

Would you look at that? You did, in fact, write the correct formula and applied it to the problem. Good job on catching that.

There we go. Nice score. I wouldn't expect anything less from you.

Was there something else? Maybe some questions about yesterday's lecture? I know Copenhagen's interpretation can be a bit daunting, because it ties directly to Bell's theorem, and therefore uncertainty principle, but.

.. What was that? You're going to have to repeat that.

I almost went on a rant there. Are you okay? You seem tense and nervous.

Here, hold the cup between your hands. The warmth always calms me down. Don't drink it, though.

It'll make you jittery. Can I lock the door? Yeah, that's fine.

I doubt anyone else would show up today anyways. There. Now you can freely speak your mind.

It's all right. You can tell me, even if it's not academic in nature. I believe we've gotten to know each other rather well over the past year.

You come to every one of my lectures, even on Fridays, when I know for a fact it's the only one on your schedule, always sitting in the front row and taking notes. But you don't ask questions during those lectures. I know.

It's because you're really soft-spoken, and you don't want to be the center of attention. Out there, you only speak when spoken to, and those first few visits during my office hours, I had to strain my ears to hear your questions. But you just needed a little time to come out of your shell.

And those little snacks you bring me, they're always a treat. You caught on the fact that I adore dark chocolate and almonds so quickly. What, thought I wouldn't notice? I may have only been teaching for a few years, but that doesn't mean I don't observe my students.

So would you like to tell me what's bothering you? I promise, whatever it is, it won't leave this room. Yes, of course.

Mm-hmm. Oh. Oh.

Oh. And how long have you felt this way? A few months? I am such an idiot.

I saw all the signs, but didn't connect the dots. No, no, no, no. Don't apologize.

Please. It's not your fault. I'm blind.

There is no right way to bring it up. The lines are a little blurry on this one. But you did it.

It must have been hard. I'm proud of you. I can't imagine how long you must have been collecting courage to confess to me.

No, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad? In fact, you beat me to the punch.

But much like yourself, I couldn't find the right place or time to speak my mind. That, and the fact you could report me, that I could kiss my career goodbye. Your hands are shaking.

Do you want me to hold them? Here, let's put that cup away. I don't think either of us are going to be drinking the coffee.

Your hand is warm. And soft. And still shaking a bit.

Come on. Stand up. Stand between my legs.

There aren't a lot of things a hug can't fix. Alright, smartass. No need to be so literal.

Turn off that beautiful brain of yours for just a few minutes and soak up being wrapped in my arms. Let me rub your back for a bit. I never realized how small you are compared to me.

There's always some type of desk separating us. But now that we're standing so close together, I can rest my chin on the top of your head comfortably. Are you feeling calmer now? A bit? Good, I'm glad.

There. Your breath is tickling my collarbone. No, no, it's alright.

Now that I'm not standing in front of fifty-some-odd people trying to explain advanced quantum mechanics, I can relax a bit too. Hence the unbuttoned shirt and lack of the tie. Hmm? You're gonna have to speak up a bit, honey.

Can I call you that? I felt that shiver going down your body. Something tells me you like sweet names.

And I would love it if you looked me in the eyes. Can you do that for me, baby? Oh, there's that shiver again.

And the look of the blush in those cheeks. So adorable. Is that so? You wanna kiss me? Well, when you ask me with such a sweet voice and that expression on your face, I don't know how I could say no.

Hmm. You're so flush just from kissing. I wonder if that shade of red could get even darker.

But I won't do anything you don't want me to. I meant what I said earlier. About your brain being beautiful.

But honestly, everything about you is beautiful. Your personality, your eyes, your smile, your body. Yes, I'm serious.

When have you seen me joke around in a serious situation? Alright, okay. It was one time and I banished it from my mind.

I would never joke around when it comes to you. You're far too precious for that. So, what do you want, sweet girl? And remember what I said about looking me in the eyes.

Hmm. Good girl. Hmm.

Let's move back to the chair. It's bigger and more comfortable. What are you doing standing there and looking all pretty? Come on.

Get into my lap. Don't worry, sweetheart. You won't crush me.

You're way too small to worry about things like that. And besides, every man out there secretly wants to be crushed and smothered. Hop on, sweetheart.

There you go. Now, come here. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. It's alright.

You can touch me. Can I touch you too? Hmm.

Hmm. Where would you like to be touched? Hmm.

Your chest? Alright. Take that sweater off.

Hmm. No, no, no. The skirt stays on.

But we'll worry about that later. For now, let me love on those breasts of yours. Hmm.

Starting from your lips. Hmm. Down your neck.

Hmm. Hmm. Is that sensitive? Good to know.

Hmm. Your hips are squirming. Oh, and I can feel how wet you're becoming.

Hmm. Be a good girl and ride my thigh. Don't worry about my pants.

And I'll keep kissing your neck while playing with your chest. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. I can tell from the sounds you're making how much you're enjoying this. Good girl.

Hmm. Keep grinding. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. You gonna come? Good.

Kiss me while you do. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. Oh, well done, baby.

You did so good. Hmm. Oh.

Hmm. Hmm. I didn't even have to touch you down there.

Hmm. There's something so hot about that. Hmm.

But I'm not done with you yet, sweet thing. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. Oh, don't worry about those papers. They weren't important.

Or at least not as important as you. Hmm. Take my pants off.

Hmm. And take my cock out. Hmm.

Hmm. You can stroke it. Hmm.

Why, thank you. Huh. Huh.

Hmm. Yes. Go ahead.

Huh. Huh. Oh, God.

Yes. That's it. Hmm.

Huh. Squeeze a bit harder. Huh.

Yes. That's perfect. Huh.

Huh. Fuck. Oh, you're being such a good girl for me.

Huh. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Huh. Hmm. Hmm.

Okay, that's enough. Huh. I feel like we're both more than ready.

Huh. Huh. Are you on any sort of birth control? Hmm.

Hmm. Good. Because I don't keep condoms in my office.

And I really didn't want to leave both of us high and dry. Huh. Hmm.

Let's just slip these panties off. Hmm. Hmm.

Oh, they're soaked. Oh. You're such a sight to behold, all wet like that.

Hmm. Hmm. I'm gonna.

.. I'm gonna slide my cock inside of you now. Is that okay? Huh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Hmm. Oh.

You're taking it so well. Hmm. Such a good girl.

Oh, fuck you're tight. Huh. Huh.

Hmm. Are you okay? Huh.

Is it too much? Huh. Huh.

No, no. There's a bit less than a half left. Huh.

Okay. Huh. We'll stay like this for a moment.

Huh. Hmm. Hmm.

Come here. Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm. Huh. Oh.

Let me rub your clit too. Huh. Hmm.

Hmm. Oh. That's it.

Hmm. Hmm. Oh.

Oh, you're getting used to it. Hmm. Hmm.

I think you can handle it if I start moving. Hmm. I'll only do it if you're sure.

Huh. Hmm. Oh, good girl.

Huh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Hmm. Hmm.

Oh. Hmm. That's it.

Oh, take it. Oh, wait. Oh.

Hmm. Hmm. Oh, yeah.

Oh, that's it. Huh. Take it.

Oh. Look at my eyes. Oh.

Oh. Hmm. Oh, you like my hands in your hair.

Huh. Mickey, you look me in the eyes. Huh.

Take it while I look at you. Huh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

I want you to come with me. Huh. Huh.

I want you to come when I come in you. Huh. Oh.

Oh. That's a good girl. That's my good girl.

Oh. Oh. Hmm.

Squeeze it. Huh. Oh.

Get ready. Huh. Come with me.

Please. Come with me. Look at my eyes.

Come. Huh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Hmm. Hmm. Kiss me.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Oh. Oh. Jesus Christ.

Hmm. Hmm. Oh.

Oh, my legs are shaking. Huh. Huh.

Oh. And so are yours. Huh.

Oh. Oh. Oh, every drop.

Huh. Hmm. Hmm.

Oh. Huh. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. Huh.

Huh. How are you feeling? Huh.

Huh. Huh. Huh.

Good. Hmm. Huh.

Huh. Don't move. I've got some baby wipes in the drawer.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Okay. It's going to be a bit cold. Just a heads up.

Hmm. Oh. Oh, what a mess.

Here we go. Hmm. Huh.

There. Oh. God, your pussy's so beautiful.

Hmm. There. Huh.

Good as new. Huh. Hmm.

Here, let me get you off my desk. Huh. Oh.

Careful. Don't worry. I've got you.

Huh. Let's sit back down in my chair. Hmm.

Oh, yeah. That's it. Snuggle your head in my chest.

Oh. Hmm. Do you like having me inside of you? Hmm.

Oh. Good girl. Hmm.

Huh. Hmm. Here.

Here's your sweater back. You must be cold just in your skirt. Huh.

Hmm. Hmm. Oh.

Keep rubbing your back. Sure. Anything for you.

Hmm. Oh. Don't worry about my pants.

I'll just use the coffee we didn't drink. It's a lot easier to explain that kind of stain. Hmm.

Huh. We have, um, about three months left. Huh.

After that, we'll no longer have lectures together. Aren't you graduating this year? Hmm.

Yeah? Your dissertation is finished and ready. I wouldn't expect anything else from you.

Kiss. Kiss. So, hmm, that means in three months, I can take you out on a proper date.

Hmm. For now, we'll have to sneak around off campus. Do you have any roommates? Oh.

My place it is. Any movie or food preferences? No horrors or rom-coms.

All right. I think I can manage that. Hmm.

Huh. So, tomorrow is Friday. I have lectures till about four.

I want to say five or six, I should be golden and ready to go. So, does seven p.m. sound good to you? Awesome.

I'll text you my address. Hmm. Kiss.