Part 1
“Bzzz! Bzzz!”, I heard to my left, startling me out of a dreamy state. I was having the most wonderful dream. My weak attempt to pull myself back into it was interrupted by sudden panic. “Shit! I’m late again”, I said to myself as I looked down at my phone and realized I had hit the snooze button for the last hour and 20 minutes. Professor Wells was going to be pissed. I had already been late for this 8am class 4 times now, and a 5th time meant that I would drop half a grade’s worth of points. I jumped out of bed and ran a brush through my long blonde hair, moving quickly through my morning hygiene routine. I smoothed on a bit of tinted moisturizer, blush, and some pale pink lip balm. “That’ll have to do”, I thought to myself as I pulled on some easy high-waisted jeans and a fitted cropped long-sleeve.
I raced across campus, only slowing down to get around the crowded “future student” tours that were moving sluggishly through the walkways. East Maddox Hall was finally within view, it’s long windows reflecting morning light like a beacon guiding me to it. I yanked open the door to the hall and hustled to room #115. I stood at the door catching my breath and collected myself before entering as softly and quietly as I could. Unfortunately for me, old buildings meant loud obnoxious noises when doors opened and closed. The second the door opened, Professor Wells’ face shot up from his lecture with a look of disappointment and a hint of, maybe, amusement? I slinked against the back wall as I searched for an open seat, feeling relieved that he didn’t feel like calling me out in front of everyone this morning. I settled on one in the back left of the room and sank down in mild embarrassment, pretending to be an active listener of the current class discussion. I pulled out my notebook and began getting lost in my own head, thinking of the dream I was having before getting interrupted by my poorly-timed alarm. I may not have been to his class on time, but Professor Wells and I were up to something a little more interesting in my dream.
You see, Professor Wells wasn’t one of those crusty old boring professors. He had to be around 30, or so, with dark brown tousled hair and green eyes. He had a handsome face with kind features, even when he was expressing his disappointment in my constant lateness. He was physically fit and the way his arms looked when he pushed his sleeves up during class was one of the many things that kept me stirring at night. I began to watch him, closing in on the way he licked his top lip when he was pondering something during discussion and thinking back to the way his brow furrowed at me when I walked in late. I caught myself staring at the bulge his denim jeans made when he leaned back and rested on his desk. “Emma!”, he said, startling me out of my daydream. “Hmm?.. Hi. I mean.. yes?”, I responded clumsily. “What’s your take on what we’ve been discussing? Do you have an opinion on the subject?”, he asked. “Oh.. umm. Could you repeat what we just went over?”, I asked shakily.
Just as Professor Wells was inhaling a breath to speak, the clock struck 9:30am and class was over. Everyone began packing up, to Professor Wells dismay. “Ok, you all can go. Don’t forget to bring your first draft papers to next class so we can go over them together as a group!”, he said loudly as everyone was chatting and heading out. I quickly packed up my bag and was making my way to the door when I heard, “Emma. Can you stay behind for a few minutes, please?”. Shit. “Yeah, no problem”, I said, with solemn dread in my voice. “Listen, I know I was late again and I’m really sorry. I was up late working on a paper and snoozed my alarm several times on accident. Is there anything I can do to not lose points on my overall grade?”, I said helplessly. Professor Wells looked at me as if he was deep in thought. “Does my class not interest you? Is it THAT hard to wake up for?”, he asked. “No, I enjoy your class. Sometimes I just have a hard time waking up”, I replied. “How come?”, he asked.
Now, this is the part where I could have easily blamed my non-existent paper from the night before or I could tell him the truth. I was feeling a bit ballsy today. Fuck. Here goes nothing. “Well. If you want to know the truth, I was having an amazing dream and it was hard to pull myself away from it”, I said quietly. “Oh? Is that so?”, he asked amused. “And what exactly was this dream about, if you don’t mind me asking? I’d like to know what was more important than making it to my class on time”, he said. I bit my lip in anticipation of what I was about to say and caught him staring at it intensely. I can’t say it. Should I say it? Fuck it, I’m saying it. “Well… you were in it”, I said. “Oh? Pray tell, what was I doing”, he said curiously. “You were fucking me on this desk”, I said as I pointed and laid my finger on the desk, “from behind, with your hand around my throat, and your lips whispering dirty things in my ear”, I said. At this point, my face must have turned bright red because I could feel the heat rising up through my chest and up to my ears. “Oh”, he said with a shocked undertone. “Yes. I suppose that would be a hard dream to wake up from, wouldn’t it?”, he said while clearing his throat several times. “Yes.. well.. anyway.. I should go now”, I said. “Wait”, he said urgently. “Yes?”, I asked. “You asked if there was anything you could do to not lose any points. How about some extra credit?”, he asked. As I looked at him, I could tell the bulge in his pants was steadily becoming more pronounced by the second. “Extra credit? Yes, I’d love an extra credit assignment”, I replied.
He slowly walked over to me and turned me around so I was facing away from him and pressed his body to mine. I could feel his hardness against my back as he reached a hand around to my neck and gently squeezed. “Meet me in my office at 5pm”, he said softly into my ear. “And don’t be late”, he whispered before gently nibbling my ear and releasing me. I turned around. “Yes sir. I’ll see you at 5pm to discuss that extra credit assignment”, I said in the most professional tone I could manage while blushing uncontrollably. My breathing was shaky and I realized just how wet I was as I walked away. 5pm couldn’t come soon enough.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ec15kl/extra_credit_part_1_mf_studentprofessor_f_pov
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