She had managed to avoid the conversation of “what are we?” when she was at the Professors house by fucking his brains out all night before quietly slipping out in the morning. She left his house and went straight to her class—it was a three hour lecture in her major and important for her to be there, especially since it was her last semester. Her professor was an older gentleman, in his late 50s, lots of curly gray hair, always wore nice jeans, a collared dress shirt and a sweater vest over the top. He smelled nice, had a nice smile, and was clean shaven, with tortoise shell glasses either hanging on the neck line of his vest or just at the tip of his nose. He showed interest in what the college students did—an effort to stay young or perhaps he was just a genuinely curious guy. He wore a gold wedding band on his ring finger and often spoke of his children, whom were grown. She sat in her seat in the back, desperately trying not to nod off from her night of passion with her Professor-turned-lover, and just as she was dozing off her phone vibrated in her bag. She bent over and unlocked her phone. He messaged her. She opened it, notifying him that she’d read the message.
*Professor Marley doesn’t like texting in his lectures.* She had shared her coursework and schedule with him once after she blew him at her apartment. She was surprised he remembered so well. Then he sent a winking emoji. She smiled at her phone screen, and began typing a response before being called out by Professor Marley. “If you’re texting in the back row, I’d like to see you after class, my Dear.” She made eye contact with him and he smiled as if to say ‘you’re caught but I’m not that mad’ and then he continued on with his lecture. She tried to pay attention but she found herself remembering how she pounced on her sexy professor in the parking lot that first night after class, and the first time she blew him behind the podium after class a few months ago. She found it hard to sit still through Marley’s lecture. She wanted to excuse herself to the restroom and text him back (and, of course, finger herself to orgasm) but she knew it would be transparent to Marley so she opted to wait until afterwards.
After the room was dismissed, she made her way through the aisles of desks down to Marley, who was standing in front of the white board reading. He looked up from his lecture notes and directly into her eyes. “I know, phones are the lifeblood of young people, I understand that,” he said, sitting back in his chair. “It’s true, I don’t like phones being used in my class. But that’s not why I wanted to talk to you,” he said, motioning her to a seat in front of his desk. She sat down, becoming curious what this could possibly be about since she was a grade A student in not just his class but in all of her classes, and was going to graduate Magna Cum Laude. He waited for the last straggler student to walk out before he cleared his throat and began to speak.
“I was at Vitorino’s with a colleague of mine not too many months back,” he wasn’t looking at her but instead he was looking across his desk and out the window, watching the milky clouds dance through the vibrant sky. His eyes were so clear and bright blue that I could see the reflection of the clouds in them. “Though I wasn’t sure of what happened this particular evening, it became clear to me when my colleague left briskly after a staff meeting, but not before using the restroom and leaving his phone unlocked and sitting on top of the conference room table.” She listened. She watched his face to see if he was angry or shocked, neither of which were apparent quite yet. He then turned to her and leaned forward across his desk. “My dear, I am not here to meddle into your personal life and quite frankly I’m not sure what I’m saying here is my business but there’s something you need to know.”
Her instinct was to protect him so before Marley spoke again she said—“please, don’t say his name. I don’t want anyone to walk by and hear. I don’t want him to get in trouble.” She meant it and suddenly she realized the gravity of the situation as she stared into Marley’s concerned-looking eyes. “I’m not here to give you that talk. Professors and students—“ he lifted his hands in the air and did the “whatever” shrug before continuing—“it’s not new, it happens and I’m not surprised. I wanted to just tell you something in the interest of thinking about, well, your friend.” She could feel herself grow nervous and perhaps a bit sweaty. “He’s been going through some stuff in his personal life lately and I don’t see additional heart ache in his best interest right now.” She wasn’t sure if Marley was a extra-caring or if perhaps Marley and the Professor were actual close friends and she just didn’t know any of his friends yet.
“I’ve mentored him some as he’s been trying to get on tenure-track and in doing so he’s become a friend as well as a colleague. His ex-wife… she had an affair with his best friend, got pregnant right away. She took their dog, sent him divorce papers and left.” Marley looked genuinely upset and concerned. He told her that he’d advised the Professor to bury himself in work and classes, take this as an opportunity to grow. He said the Professor had confided in him that it was his high school sweet heart and his childhood dog. “A true country song” he had joked about his life to Marley. “Look I’m not one to meddle, though I realize I am now indeed meddling. But he is doing a lot better now and I just know how hard it was for him to get where he is now. I just don’t know what a major set-back would do to him.” Marley was a friend and he was concerned. The longer she sat with him the more she wondered, did Marley know more than he was letting on? Had the Professor told Marley all about it? Perhaps. But it wasn’t on her radar for more than a moment. All she could now think of is how the Professor must have felt after he saw her at the restaurant with her boyfriend. She must’ve devastated him. She felt awful. She told Marley she appreciated his meddling and left campus, heading straight for the Professor’s house.
She knocked several times and began to dig her phone out of her bag to text him when he pulled open the door. “Is everything Ok? That knock—“ she didn’t let him finish. She stepped in, let her bag and keys fall to the floor and she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. She deeply inhaled his scent—shampoo, aftershave, laundry soap. So clean and sexy. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m sorry I made you feel the way I did.” She turned her face into his neck and began to kiss the nape of his neck, passionately. She heard him close the door and wrap his arms around her waist, resting his open palms on her ass and gently squeezing. She pulled his half-zip navy blue sweater and his white tee shirt up off his body and threw it aside. She began frantically kissing as much of his neck and chest as she could all whilst walking him against the walls of his house down the hall to his room. Once in his room he just stared at her. She undressed completely and stood before him, emotional. Her full breasts heaved gently with each breath she took, her curves and smooth skin looked angelic in the light of his bedroom. “Whats going on?” he asked, rubbing his hand through his dark, disheveled hair. His muscular chest and strong arms, she looked at him wondering how on Earth she would be able to keep this sexy man with a perfect dick.
She explained to him that Marley had, in an act of friendship, explained the Professor’s situation to her. He stood there with no expression and she stood up in front of him, taking his hands in hers, her naked body pressed against his. “It’s more than sex between us, or at least, I want it to be. And I don’t want you to think I’m like anyone else because I was seeing someone. I figured you were too or, at the very least, you weren’t even really interested in me beyond fucking.” She wanted to hear his response. Instead, he grabbed her face and kissed her, rolling his tongue gently around hers. He used one hand to unbuckle his jeans and she heard them drop to the floor. They got into his bed, under the sheets, and began kissing. She could feel his penis was fully erect and pushed against thigh. Just as she went to reach down for his member, he climbed onto her and her legs fell apart. He gently pushed the head of his cock in her vagina, teasing her with it as he kissed her lips and neck and gently sucked on her nipples. He wasn’t in a rush, he was taking his time and touching her body gently and calmly. The slower he was to enter her, the more horny she became in waiting. The moment he pushed his full eight inches inside of her she whispered “wait” to him so she wouldn’t cum right away. He motionlessly stayed inside her, his cock throbbing inside her tight, wet pussy. While he waited for the go-ahead he ran his fingers through her long, tousled hair and kissed her cheeks and licked the bottom of her ear lobe.
He felt her thighs begin to quiver around his body. He looked her in the eyes as he began to move his now rock-hard dick in and out of her tight little pussy gently and slowly. After just a few thrusts her whole body began to shake. “Come with me,” she moaned quietly to him. “Please, come with me,” she begged as she begin to slightly lifts her hips up off the bed. He rolled onto his back and she sat on top of him. She felt her orgasm grow nearer and she moaned, “baby, you’re going to make me cum.” Within a moment they were both cumming with long, intense, body-shaking orgasms. When she opened her eyes he was looking at her, smiling. “Watching you orgasm is the best thing.” She got off of his dick and cupped her pussy with her hand, feeling some of his cum spill out onto her palm. She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it, while smiling at him. “Just because I want to eat your cum out of my pussy doesn’t mean I can’t meet your family. I can be more. If you will let me be more. If you want me to be more.”
“What are you doing after you graduate?” he asked, sitting up in bed, his large dick laying on his thigh, becoming soft. He didn’t feel the need to cover himself and his comfort with her turned her on. “I don’t know. But whatever I do, we can still try. I really like you and I think you like me too. And Marley did you a favor. He told me things you weren’t ready to share but now I understand things better.” He didn’t speak for a few minutes.
“When you’re not a student, I’ll lose my appeal to you. I’ll just be some guy who’s wife left him for someone better.” She scooted up between his legs and draped her legs over his. She began rubbing her clit while looking him in the eyes. “You don’t make me do this because you’re my professor. You make me do this because you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met.” She gently pushed her swollen clit with a single finger tip while caressing her breast with her other hand. “And what I do know about you, I like. And I think you like me too,” she moaned, watching his face. “I’ve never met a woman like you,” he said, his cock lifting from his thigh, growing erect again. “Let me do something about that,” she said, leaning forward and taking his growing length into her mouth. He leaned back and she moaned and writhed as she sucked him deeply until he came, down her throat, and she swallowed as he shot. It was that moment he knew that he had to keep her, at all costs.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/ajfq7v/the_professor_part_6