Professor (First Time 2)

For a moment, I almost felt a rush of jealousy at the sounds he made. Was there someone in there with him? I wanted to slap myself for being silly enough to think I was the only girl who thought the tattooed, ruggedly charming Liam Martin was hot, and I almost walked away right then before I heard it again.

I had to see.

I forced myself closer to the ajar door of his office, feeling my heart pound with every slow step. Slowly, I inched my way to the crack in the door and peered in, but nothing prepared me for what I saw.

Oh my God.

His head was thrown back, his eyes were squeezed shut, and his hand was wrapped around the biggest cock I could ever have imagined. Okay, it’s not like I had any actual experience to compare it to, but it was huge.

It was like flicking a switch, and I was wet instantly.

I watched, my pulse roaring in my ears and my eyes glued to the man in the chair not five feet from me. His biceps bulged under the t-shirt he wore, and the thick cock in his hand seemed to swell bigger and bigger as his hand shuttled up and down the shaft. I could feel my young pussy just dripping desire into my panties, and before I knew it, I had a hand up under my t-shirt and sliding over my bra to get at my aching nipples.

And then, he said my name.

My mind spun and my breath caught ragged in my throat as I watched my hunky older professor utter my name out loud as his cock just erupted in his hand. I watched utterly transfixed as his thick white cum had come spurting out of the head to splash across the papers on his desk.

It was the first time I’ve ever seen a man come.

His hand dropped from his cock, and suddenly I realized I was alone in the dark hallway with my legs squeezed together and my hand under my shirt and my bra, pulling at my nipple. In a flash, I darted away from the door, and walked as quickly and as silently as I could to the stairwell.

The door to my dorm room shuts with a click behind me, and it feels like its the first time I’ve let the air out of my lungs since seeing him like that.

I’m still tingling, still feeling the rush of what I’ve just seen pounding through my veins as I notice the note from my roommate Ally lying on my pillow:

Out for the night at Jason’s ;).

I barely give it a second thought before I’m letting my shorts slip down my legs as I peel the t-shirt off my body. My bra follows, and I’m biting my lip and moaning quietly as my hands slide over them, cupping them and letting my fingers tease over the pink, sensitive nipples. I drop to my bed and let myself fall back into it as I slide my hands down my body to hook my thumbs into the waist of my panties. They kick from my feet easily, and then it’s just me, my fingers, and my wicked, dirty thoughts of Liam Martin.

I gasp as my fingers pull at my nipples, my skin warm to the touch as I imagine all sorts of things Professor Martin could do to me in his office with that jaw-dropping cock of his. I imagine touching it as my hands slide lower, over the soft skin of my torso and down to the hot, wet heat of my young pussy. I imagine what he’d feel like in my hands, and what he’d taste like on my tongue. My fingers slide easily through the slippery folds of my pussy, and I whimper as I imagine his hands there, touching and exploring me.

I leave one hand to slowly toy with my little clit as I reach over to my bedside table. Ally is gone, so it’s the perfect time for the toy I’d blushingly bought my first week at school.

The vibrator is small, but it has me gasping and arching my hips off the bed as soon as it touches me. I’m moaning as I roll it across my clit over and over, while my other hand pulls and pinches at my nipples, making my whole body writhe in the bedsheets. In my head, it’s him touching me; him owning my body and making me moan as he teaches me everything I’ve yet to learn.

In my mind, it’s Professor Martin holding me down and sliding into me. It’s hardly a feeling I can picture, having never experienced it, but he’s all I imagine that night. He’s all I imagine as my body begin to crash over the edge, and that wicked, forbidden imagine of his cock is all I can see as I cry out and go tumbling over the edge of my climax.

Chapter 8

Ellie

Wednesdays are our late lecture with him.

Two days later - two days of positively aching for him, and two days of sneaking off to the shower to rub my pussy until I bit my hand to keep from crying out - I’m back in Professor Martin’s lecture hall.

It’s late, and it’s a Wednesday, and its the class that most people show up to in dorm pants and t-shirts.

But I’m not.

I’m wearing a scoop-neck sweater, with nothing on underneath. One that’s a bit too small, and one that had my cheeks burning when I tried it on back in the room. It hugs my breasts in ways that I’d normally never let it in public. But here in this lecture hall, I feel like it’s just him and me, because I’m wearing it only for him.

I’m also wearing a short, pleated skirt; nothing scandalous, but one that shows off a bit more leg that I might normally wear to a classroom. I’m not even usually much of a skirt girl, but there’s something so lip-bitingly naughty about the way it swishes around my bare thighs, and the way the air seem to tease up my legs to my pussy, covered only by a lacy pair of white panties.

But it’s when he looks up from his podium as I walk in, and his gaze locks onto me, that the heat just blooms through my body. I can feel my skin tingle under his gaze, my nipples hardening to sensitive points under the thin, clinging scoop-neck, and my panties growing warmer and wetter. It feels so naughty, and so scandalous as I walk to my seat at the front of the lecture hall, not looking but knowing his eyes are following and devouring me every step of the way.

I take my seat, and carefully cross my legs, letting the skirt ride up a little higher. It’s then that I look up, and my heart about flip-flops in my chest as I’m met with the fierce gaze of Professor Martin.

He’s looking at me like he’s hungry; like a wolf who’s found his prey. I feel a shiver run own my back, my nipples hardening even more under my thin sweater as he holds my gaze a second longer before clearing his throat and reaching for his lecture notes.