Sam had always had a knack for science, ever since she was a little girl. Her parents had gotten her one of those build-your-own experiment kits when she was seven, and she had spent hours playing with magnets, constructing a potato clock, and peering through the toy microscope that came with it. Of course, she was quite intelligent – top of her class all the way through high school, she padded her resume with just the right amount of extracurricular activities to land herself a spot at a prestigious university, the name of which must be withheld here for confidentiality purposes. And so, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and having so successfully navigated academic life for the past decade and a half, Sam entered college this year with plans to become the world’s most renowned microbiologist. That was, of course, until she met him.
His name was M (again, redacted for purposes of confidentiality), and he was perhaps the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. His strong, angular jaw line lay slightly hidden beneath the five-o-clock shadow that she knew was freshly-shaven each day, but at the moment the stubble provided a perfect frame from his full, succulent lips. Broad, tall shoulders threatened to burst from his thin button-down, and she could only speculate on the toned body that lay underneath. But what she found most attractive about him, perhaps, were his eyes. Deep pools of blue that caught and held her gaze as he strolled confidently across the front of her microbiology lecture hall and set his briefcase down at the foot of his desk. Her heart caught in her chest as the room fell silent and he began to speak. “Good evening, class. My name is Professor M…”
Sam soon found herself struggling to pay attention, even on her most astute of days. She often found herself in the middle of a daydream, her notes slowly trailing off in the middle of the lecture. There was Professor M, speaking in front of the whole class; and now, was it just her? An audience of one? And suddenly, he was giving the lecture shirtless, his muscular chest glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the lecture hall. She felt a tingling sensation between her thighs, and every time she jolted back to reality she would cross her legs in an attempt to stifle her natural desires. She had never felt this way about anyone before – never experienced the thrill of being caught up in the moment with a strong, confident man. She took care of herself when she had the need, but in the world of unbridled and forbidden passion, she was quite unfamiliar.
The weeks passed, and Sam soon found herself agonizing over what to wear each Tuesday and Thursday. Many times she would race back to her dorm room during an afternoon break between classes just so she could be sure to look her absolute best come 5 PM. Tight, knee-high socks, a short cotton skirt, and a thin, clingy top that swung low to reveal the tops of her fair but firm breasts was her outfit of choice. Her long, silky brown hair run through the straightener so that it fell in thin, smooth whisps around her face; her perfectly full lips accentuated by the dark reddish-brown lipstick she’d purchased early in the semester; her glasses discarded for contacts that revealed her wide, deep brown eyes. Yet any attempt at seduction could never move beyond her imagination. He was her professor, she his student. And besides, he was much older than she.
Of course, being preoccupied with one’s professor during class is not the best thing to do if one wishes to pass the class. Sam found that the more she daydreamed about Professor M, the more her grade began to suffer. Assignments that should have come naturally were difficult to complete without adequate notes, and although she had always been a fantastic test-taker, she found herself unable to prepare for any of the weekly quizzes or the midterm. Still, she managed to hold on to a passing grade all the way through October. Until one Thursday evening…
“Thank you, everyone, for your attention this evening. Have a good night!” Professor M’s deep voice bellowed from the front of the lecture hall. “Umm… Samantha… Evans. Can I see you for a moment?”
Sam’s breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat. She adjusted her beige cardigan and undid an extra button on her blouse. She grabbed her things and made her way to the front of the class.
Yes, Professor?” She smiled sweetly.
“Listen, Samantha…”
“Call me Sam.”
Professor M looked up at her, and her pulse quickened. “Ok, Sam,” he said. “Your last quiz was not good. You show a rudimentary grasp on the material at best, and at times I’m sure you’re not even paying attention to the lectures. Sam, you’re failing this class, and I’m not sure there’s any way for you to pass it unless you ace the final.”
All of the sudden, reality swept over Sam like a crashing wave – this was her field; it’s what she worked so hard for. Was she really going to give it up over some stupid crush? She stared into his eyes, and her heart fluttered. Even if she managed to pass the class, her GPA would still suffer.
“I’m sorry, Professor…” she began. “This isn’t me… I’m usually the best in the class. It’s just, well…” She bent over the desk and pushed her breasts forward as she looked up at him seductively. “I’ve been a bit… distracted.”
Suddenly, she could hear Professor M’s breathing become heavier, and a fire appeared in his eyes that she had never seen before. They darted to the back of the room to check and see if all the other students had left – it was the last class of the day in the lecture hall. Satisfied, he smiled, and returned his gaze to hers. “I see,” he said. “And I suppose, even if you turned everything around and aced the final, you wouldn’t be the type of girl who would be satisfied with just a passing grade?”
“Well…” Sam replied, “isn’t there any sort of extra credit I might be able to get?” What was she doing? Was this really happening? This wasn’t her at all. Fantasies were one thing, but this…?
Professor M leaned in and reached out with one strong hand to brush her hair away from her face, and she felt her insides leap with excitement. His fingers clasped around her hair at the back of her neck, and he pulled her head backward, leaning in until his lips were inches away from hers. “Perhaps…” he whispered, and he kissed her.
Something exploded inside of Sam. Her heart raced, her knees buckled, and she fell into the kiss as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His lips locked with hers perfectly, their tongues dancing together in a sort of back-and-forth struggle for dominance, tickling and caressing each other like familiar lovers. With his other hand, Professor M reached around and pulled Sam up and over the desk by her waist; pressed against his huge, muscular form, she began to feel a pleasurable tingling between her legs. As his hands traveled up and down her body, exploring her every curve, she found herself letting go of all her fears and anxieties about this moment – her first time. She didn’t care that she was doing this for a grade. She didn’t care that he was so much older than her. She didn’t care that her entire future rested precariously in his strong, capable hands (although this certainly made the whole situation that much more enticing). In that moment, she was prepared to give everything of herself over to him, to become his, as his hand slid slowly up her thighs, underneath her skirt. His fingertips felt like silk against her bare skin, tracing her panty line from front to back, passing dangerously close to her dampened lips. With each pass he would stop and rest a single finger over top her panties, just over her throbbing clit.
Oh, how she longed for him to touch her! To rip her blouse off, throw her down on the desk, and thrust himself deep inside her until their bodies merged into one singular organism, thrusting and writhing to the beat of their own hearts! Continuing to tease her, his finger suddenly found its way around her panties and between her dripping wet slit, and she knew it was time. She pulled herself tight up against his chest and thrust her hips down onto his hand, gasping at the sensation as he curled his finger upward and pressed down hard on her from the inside. Shockwaves of pleasure rippled across her body, radiating outward from between her inner thighs, and he began to thrust his finger in and out. She lay back on the desk, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, opening herself up to him in a way that she had never opened herself to anyone. She pulled her skirt up and held her panties to the side as his finger continued to slide in and out, in and out, the tip of it pressing hard against that same spot with each pass. Her eyes widened, her back arched, and she breathed as though she’d never breathed before, taking it all in. Each sensation was greater than the last!
Suddenly, she knew what she wanted; she could feel it crying out from deep inside of her; she knew exactly what to do, without ever having done it before. She backed off of him and sat up, staring deep into those cerulean pools of his, and she began to undo his belt buckle. She could see the fire blazing in his eyes, the desire to be deeply known by her, as no one else had ever known him. She finished unzipping his slacks and slowly slid them down, revealing his toned and muscular hips, his lower abdomen forming the perfect arrow down to his strong, hard shaft, which sprung forth in front of her as his pants dropped. She took it in her hand and instantly felt his pulse, racing, throbbing, longing to find himself deep inside of her. With her tongue, she slowly, seductively tickled the underside of his shaft, allowing the tip of her tongue to glide up from its base to the head, and she finished it off with a gentle kiss on the tip. Then she stood, still holding his engorged member, and positioned it just between her lips. She looked up one more time into his eyes, leaned in for what would be the most passionate kiss she had ever had in her life, and slowly dropped all the way down on top of him, allowing him to penetrate her at her own pace, easily, inch by inch, as she felt herself stretched and filled in ways she could have never imagined before. She broke the kiss, pulled away, and looked at him again, studying his face as he felt her tighten around him. He closed his eyes and drew a long, deep breath, and then opened them again and looked at her in a way that told her she was the only one in his world at that precise moment. They stood there, intertwined, complete, for what felt like an eternity, before he took her legs and lifted her up, wrapping them around his waist, and lay her back on his desk, slowly pulling himself out of her until only the tip was left inside.
And then it began to happen, and Sam lost herself in the heat of it all. His thrusts were slow at first, powerful, like the steady advance of the tide – he would come all the way in, until she did not think she could be filled any more, and then he would recede, until she longed for the feel of him deep inside her once again. Then suddenly they began to come faster, and she began to match his thrusts with her hips. His eyes locked with hers, the tip of his shaft passing over that same spot his finger had found before with each thrust. Slowly, the pleasure began to mount, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. They were perfectly in sync, thrusting and counter-thrusting, their bodies writhing in harmony atop Professor M’s desk, and suddenly she found herself at a precipice, a place she had never experienced before. Professor M’s back arched as he thrust one final time deep inside her, and he let out a moan as his eyes rolled back into his head. She felt his shaft spasm, and all of the sudden the pleasure exploded from between her legs! Her toes curled, her back arched, and wave after wave of orgasmic sensation washed over her. She and the Professor continued to thrust, riding the waves of ecstasy that seemed to consume them and hold them both together in one perfect moment.
As the waves subsided, they both collapsed into each other’s arms and lay there, perfectly fitted together on Professor M’s desk. He kissed her, and she smiled. She knew it wouldn’t last, but she also knew she would forever remember this night, this moment. And not that it really mattered, but she was also pretty sure that she had gotten that A.
The End
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