She glanced at the hall again. The light in the bathroom was still on.
She tried to focus her attention on the tv in front of her, now blaring ads for a new air fryer. She heard movement again. Her eyes darted back in the same direction, waiting for him. She needed to distract herself.
She glanced at the clock. Quarter past nine. She should be in her dorm. Fast asleep. Maybe dozing off at least.
The creak from the floorboards indicated he was coming back down the hall. She held her breath and hugged her knees to her chest.
He appeared around the corner, acknowledging her again with his boyish smile which made her heart melt every time. She smiled back at him, letting the grip of her arms around her legs relax.
“Do you want some coffee?” He asked politely with his low voice.
He turned to the small kitchenette which the college supplied in all professor housing. He was already making the coffee before she gave an answer. With his back to her, his hands worked on two medium sized mugs of espresso. Hopefully without him realizing, she studied him behind for the third time since she had arrived. It was strange to see him in a simple tshirt and jeans, when she was so used to him in a button down and blazer. He always made a good impression with his appearances, she thought, even remembering the very first day of freshman year. He was as well dressed as ever. But now? To anyone in her sophomore class he would have been unrecognizable.
He just looked normal. Young, much younger than almost all the other professors and…handsome, she thought again. There she said it. Handsome. She blushed at the word and looked at his wood floors. He was. There was no doubt about it. A boyish grin, friendly but hypnotizing brown eyes and the stubble that was two or three days grown on his face. He poured milk into the hot coffee water and added a few cubes of sugar.
He was tall. Around 6ft 2. She had always had a knack for kinds of these things, guessing height, clothing sizes, shoe sizes. His sweater had surpassed length of her dress underneath which made her pull the fabric around her body. He had given it to her because it was chilly. She wasn’t cold but she accepted it because she liked the smell of his aftershave and cologne.
He appeared on the couch holding out her mug. She took it gratefully whispering thank you. He sat down next to her, not too far and not too close, and took a sip of his own coffee. She glanced at the clock again. A little past half past nine. She looked back at the tv which was playing some talk show. She shifted in her chair and so did he. He took another sip of his coffee and sighed deeply. She glanced at the sheets of paper they had left scattered on the little table in front of them.
Her job as the teachers assistant for this term was to help him with correcting assignments, letting him know about upcoming deadlines and anything else within the teacher-student realm.
“Should we get back to work?” He asked, almost reading her mind, reaching for the table. She nodded, placing her mug on the ground. He handed her two assignments from students from a class he taught and asked her to review them for grammatical errors.
“You would think college juniors would know how to spell, ‘complexity’ but you would be wrong” He says with a chuckle, flipping through some of the papers on his lap. She smiled at him, wishing he would hold her gaze for just one more minute. But of course there was work to be done.
With a red pen she circled, crossed out and underlined far too many words in the first page of one of the essays. She chewed on her bottom lip involuntarily as she came down to the last sentence of the first page. “C-o-m-p-l-x-i-e-t-y” She spelled aloud.
“Wow thats a bad one” He shook his head with a laugh. He scooted closer to her and put an toned arm around the couch cushion behind her, and used the other to hold one edge of the paper she was reading. She breathing almost stopped completely, feeling the warm breath of his mouth against her ear.
She could see his eyes scan the page, line by line. The feeling of his breath gave her goosebumps on her cheeks and arms. Was he doing it on purpose? Probably not, she thought, consoling herself. Her eyes betrayed her, darting to his lips, which moved barely as he continued to scan the page. He sighed, right on her cheek, making her flush.
“Okay, if you see more than fifty mistakes on the first page of any essay I give you, the rest of it is null” He explains. She hands him the essay in which he writes a quick remark and signs his name.
“I know that’s kind of a dick move but Psychology is kind of a dick major” He jokes. She smiles as he explains himself because that must mean he cares about her opinion.
Another hour of nullifying papers and fact checking information, that was almost always copy pasted from Wikipedia, had made her less tense. Though she was more relaxed she noticed that she took more obvious glances at him from time to time. She caught him once, oh yes, glancing at her! She replayed the moment in her head, as if it hadn’t happened all of 20 minutes ago.
As the night went on, she shifted closer to him, sometimes unconsciously. He never moved away. He even left his arm over the couch cushions. So inviting, she thought . She imagined being his girlfriend. Sliding into the crook of his arm and cuddling against his chest. She felt butterflies in her stomach. She had finished correcting all her papers and was now watching television with him, jumping back and forth between two shows. He sifted through his last paper, rubbing the nape of his neck.
“Get a load of this” He says, after a while of silence. He gestures for her to come closer, which she does reluctantly. Her legs rest against his as she leans over to read.
“C-o-m-p-x-i-t-e-s” She spells out.
“Who knew one word could cause destruction” She exclaimed with a smile. He laughed as he dropped the paper back onto the desk. Without thinking, she shifted closer. He let out a deeo sigh, letting his head fall back onto the couch. Once more she found her eyes trained on his lips, immediately licking her own to compensate.
She takes in his scent. It entralls her. She wonder what he smelled like after sex. Would he be glistening with sweat or still remain as fresh as he was now, she wondered. She longed to find out. Since freshman year.
Before she knew it she was standing on her knees and planting her lips on his. In the first two seconds he didn’t pull away. But in the last second he pulled back. Their faces are close together and their lips barely apart. She kisses him again, the feeling of the first overwhelming her.
He returns the favour, leaning into it. Her fingers hang off the collar of his shirt as she deepens the kiss. His hand wraps around her waist, gently guiding her down on the couch, his other hand already on her thigh. They break the kiss and she lies on her back, panting softly, wondering if this is where it ends. He kneels at the entrance of her legs, pausing to reconsider. She lies there, ready and waiting for him. Say yes. Say yes. Say yes.
Soon her wildest dreams become reality when his body is looming over hers. His stubble burns her face as the kiss electrifies her whole body. Her body writes in pleasure beneath him, eager to continue. She removes the shirt that he gave her, hiking up her dress in the process. She starts to unbutton the front of her modest dress, almost ripping the buttons off.
He kisses her half exposed breasts before coming back up to her neck. He’s a biter. She knows that now. Her neck is prickly with pain and her thighs are burning for attention.
They kiss again, moaning and groaning and all. He still smells a s fresh as he did earlier. She reaches down to undo his belt, feeling for the buckle. She can feel his jeans tightening against a growing boner, which pushes her to work faster. She undoes the belt and starts to pull off her own underwear. He gets impatient, tearing them down her legs and pulling her to him.
He fills her up completely, warm and excited just like she had imagined so many times.
His thrusts are rough and fast, making the whole couch shake. A painful ache erupts between her thighs but when it mixes with pleasure it’s creates a beautiful concoction. His moans are full and deep. Her moans turn to squeals as she gets closer.
She’s never wanted anything inside her more. His scent fills her. His groans turn to growls of pleasure that can only be described as animalistic.
“…Pill?” He grunts into her ear, on the verge.
She nods frantically, wrapping her legs around him tighter. She pants and pants until his seed fills her stomach and surrenders her. She finishes at the same time, her thighs now sticky. Waves of pleasurable aftermath wash over her, as he falls next to her.
All she can think now is…I need more.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ji6lm6/student_assistant_fm
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