This is a fluff chapter where nothing much happens, if anyone is interested, I’ll post the rest. I would love if someone wants to write things from the professors POV.
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I have never even cared about clouds till now. I always sit in the back of the class, but it wasnt to be farther away from him. It was mainly because I wanted to be the last one to leave. I wanted to pretend that it took me a few minutes to tidy up the desk and pack my notebook away. Even though I wasn’t actually taking notes and never bring a backpack to any of my other classes. It was just this one professor, really. Everything about him did stuff to me.
He was pretty tall, maybe 6’2″, but that wasn’t nearly as big a turn on as everything else about him. It was just the most noticeable. I liked imaging having to bend my neck a little to look up at him if I was standing close. I liked how vulnerable it made me feel. He always wore long sleeve button-down shirts that seemed tight around his upper-arms. I loved how he would unbutton them at the wrists and roll them half way up his forearms anytime he got really excited about a topic. Right before he would go on some rant about tornadoes or weird weather patterns, he would reach to undo his cuffs and it almost instantly made me wet.
He had thinning, light-colored hair that looked like it would be curly if he grew it out. It was the most obvious way to tell he was entirely too old for me, the way his hair was beginning to recede at his temples. I figured he might have been self-conscious about it because he occasionally wore hats, but I wouldn’t complain either way. He looked great in sports gear and his higher academia outfits.
But what I honestly liked most about him was all the stuff you couldn’t see so plainly. He seemed shy and was fairly soft spoken. Never really raised his voice, even if no one was paying attention. The only time I had seen him yell was in a photo from a newspaper article. And when I found that photo, I knew there was a lot more to him than meteorology and cloud types. His calm and controlled demeanor during class could convince people he was your average college professor: a bit of a nerd, and most likely boring. But the photo of him yelling, and the article that accompanied it – detailing his season-long ban from college basketball due to a literal fist fight between him and the head coach, showed a more aggressive side. And the whole package turned me on.
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“He isn’t unattractive. It’s just that there are guys that are SUPER attractive and are actually into you! I don’t get your obsession with this dude.” My roommate and I had been friends since high school and when we both got accepted to our first pick, we knew we would room together. It was like having a twin, honestly. We told each other everything.
“Bleh you’re talking about Haircut, aren’t you?” Haircut was our not-so-coded-nickname for another freshman who had amazing hair. I honestly would have been into him if I hadn’t learned that he literally trims his hair every day. That type of dedication might be appealing to some, but it made me get really serial-killer-OCD vibes and I just wasn’t into it.
“Haircut is nice, not totally dumb, and oh I almost forgot to mention… he is super hot! If he even remotely paid me as much attention as he does you, I would have already been dating him. In fact, I find it rude you think hes not good enough.”
I rolled my eyes. “You don’t get it.”
“Clearly.”
“I just….I’m sick of everything about dating. The whole getting-to-know-you phase, the whole wondering-if-they-like-me phase… all of it sounds emotionally exhausting and sexually frustrating. I just want this lovely, obsessed-with-clouds professor to ask me, no… demand that I stay after class while he locks the door and proceeds to bend me over his desk. Is that so hard to ask?”
Sunny laughed. “Do you need some alone time with Professor Vibrator? Because I can leave…”
“No,” I smiled. “I want the real thing. I want to feel him get hard…I want him to unbutton his cuffs and roll his sleeves to his mid forearm as he watches me undress. I want him to whisper in my ear all the scientific inconsistencies in ‘Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs’ as he fucks me from behind.”
“That is the most odd fantasy I have ever heard you say. And that is saying a lot.” She held a look of disgust and rolled her eyes. It didn’t offend me though. I have shared much worse thoughts with her. We have a pretty well-kept, no-judgement policy when it comes to sexual fantasies. She has even shared things she’s thought about me, and I didn’t batt an eye. So I knew her disgust was rooted in something else. It looked like she was thinking but then she abruptly stood up and went to her desk. “Well, time to study.”
“Um, no, not at all.” I got up off my bed and followed her to the living room area of our suite-sized dorm. “Not time to study… time to tell me what the hell just went through your brain!”
“What ever do you mean, my dear, sweet, horny friend?” She donned an extremely overacted inquisitive face.
“You know exactly what I mean, whats up?” My tone was not friendly. She did this a lot and I didn’t want to spend the next 20 minutes convincing her to say what I knew she would eventually break down and tell me anyway.
“I dont know, I just…I know how you get when you obsess over a guy. You’re not going to get over him unless he flat out rejects you, or… sometime happens.” She looked up at the ceiling, searching for words. “Why not just…skip the chase and get to the point? Otherwise, it is going to be an entire semester of you pining after this dude and if you end up switching majors just to see him more, I literally will kill you. And I don’t want to kill you, murder is just so…time consuming, you know?”
Ignoring her threats, I sat on the floor next to her desk. I got what she was saying. She didn’t want to hear me talk about a guy that I couldn’t actually do anything about. Sunny was all action and if I was going to share all my weird, weather-related fantasies with her, she would eventually get annoyed that none of them came true.
But could I actually do that? Could I skip the chase? Would I want try if I knew him fucking me was a possibility? I had never actually seduced anyone before, let alone a professor nearly double my age. If I couldn’t do it, Sunny was right – it was worth finding out now and not wasting a semester learning about high-pressure storms. But if I could do it…
“What happens if he doesn’t like me?” I was shocked at the concern in my own voice. Sunny just looked at me, slowly raising her eye brows to a genuinely caring expression.
“Do you want him to like you?” She rested her hand on my head. “Because… a few minutes ago, you just wanted him to call you a cloud and shower you with his precipitation.”
I laughed out loud. Sunny and I both had problems being vulnerable, so humor was our our most common form of communication. Once I regained composure I sighed. “I’m not sure. I think for now, I would be content to just… be a wet little rain cloud.” We both smiled. “But I get it. Its annoying listening to me drone on if I am not gonna actually get a story out of this.”
She paused to let me know she processed my acknowledgement of her annoyance. “Don’t do it for me. Do it so that one day, when playing ‘Two Truths and a Lie’ you can say a weatherman made you cum.”
“Ok” I replied, while thinking about how it would feel with him inside me. “I think I might need to consult Professor Vibrator before making my next move.”
“Yeah, I figured you would. Hope you don’t mind if I overhear your…consultation… because I actually do need to study.” She smiled coyly and opened her laptop.
“Suit yourself.” I got up off the floor, patted my friend on the head in the most awkward way possible, and returned to the bedroom area of our suite. I hopped on my bed and reached under my pillow to find my silicone covered, stress relief valve. I wondered if my meteorologist professor had ever thought about me while relieving stress.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oj3mxs/the_professor_and_his_obsessor_ch_1_mf_fluff