The time a student asked for a special meeting. [MF] [Student/Teacher]

With each new semester there’s a new batch of students. You never know who or what you’ll get. Any students that will go above and beyond? Any class clowns? Kiss asses? Students that will have their parents email you? Students that ask you so many questions you can’t even get through a lecture? Who knows. I remember some years ago I had a new student that *really* surprised me.

It was a summer semester – a quick 10 week schedule. It’s tough to do a whole course in that timeframe but one nice thing is the class sizes are usually small since no one wants to be stressed with courses that move so fast.

I remember that I had about 12 students in this particular class, give or take some. I learned all of their names, joked around in class, and took my time with grading. I even wore *shorts* to work sometimes – it was amazing. I actually felt like I could *teach*, which is not always the case in my usual 150-200 class sizes.

We had class discussions often, and I tried to get everybody involved since the class was so small. Sometimes we would break up into groups to solve short problems in class. Other times we would solve a harder problem all together, which led to some nice discussions.

One thing I do over the summer is leave some classes to be “flex” days where we get caught up on the material. I let students resubmit pretty much any assignment later on in the semester so that I could work with them on it during these flex days. On these days I normally walk around to each student and spend a long time with them trying to help them through whatever they don’t understand. Usually each flex class I’d spend at least 15-20 minutes per student helping them 1-on-1. Anyway, sorry for the details, I get carried away talking about teaching stuff.

One day I received an email from a student in the class.

“Dr. Hand,

When should we schedule our commitment meeting?”

This student was a special one in my class. She was an international student at our school, and she was taking summer classes to get the most out of her time here. *I’m not going to name the country or give her name.* She was a bright student, no doubt. Her work was always precise and polished. She struggled to keep up sometimes when we would discuss things in class together, but all of her individual work was flawless. Socially, she seemed to keep to herself. I never noticed her come in with other students, although sometimes she would leave with a group of students talking. I tried to get her more involved with class discussions since I knew she was smart. She usually knew the answers when I called on her, but she was too shy to say more than that. So when no one else knew the answer, I’d call on her, she would say it and quickly look away smiling.

She dressed modestly – usually very little skin showing, which I imagined was *so* hot during summer. Most of her tops were dressy, as if coming to class was an event, and they were usually paired with dangling earrings. She had thick, dark hair that hung a bit below her shoulders – a dominant feature on her overall tiny frame.

Anyway, I didn’t recall talking to her about meeting to discuss anything, but I figured that I just forgot. I replied to her saying to come by my office hours if she could. I figured we’d have plenty of time to meet since nobody comes to office hours over the summer.

***

*Knock knock*

“Oh yeah, *name_removed* is coming in today,” I remembered. I had already forgotten in the span of a couple days.

“Come in!”

She pushed the door open and instantly I was taken aback by what she was wearing. It was a sundress with a light blue and pink flowery pattern on top of a cream base. I had never seen her in anything so casual and…revealing. “Have her breasts always been that big?” I thought, noticing how low the dress laid on her chest. Her hair was down and curling towards the ends – I had only ever seen it straight. I remember noticing the sun shining through my window and reflecting off her earrings. Even her arms looked pretty in the simple yet elegant dress she had on. My eyes traced her legs, all the way up past her knees. She looked…beautiful. *Wow.*

She closed the door behind her, and locked it. Normally I would ask students to keep the door open (read a previous post of mine about what happened one time a student coerced me into a bet when the door was closed…), but I knew she was really shy so I didn’t want her to feel like she made a mistake. “Whatever, hopefully this will be fast,” I thought.

She hesitated when she approached the desk, so I invited her to sit down. “Have a seat!”

She did, but I could tell she wasn’t sure what to do. I wondered if she had ever been to office hours before. She scooched the chair around the desk some, so I invited her to get closer, “yeah, yeah, come on over.” It’s not something I would normally do, but she seemed so nervous I was trying to roll with whatever seemed to make her comfortable.

I made some small talk and asked her what she thought of the class. She said it was her favorite class, she liked the informality of it, etc.

“Great, glad to hear it!” I tell her. “So…sorry, I can’t remember, what were we going to meet about?”

She hesitated before saying with a shaky voice, “It’s..um…the commitment meeting.”

“The commitment…meeting..?” I responded, wracking my brain trying to remember what the heck this was about. “Commitment meeting…hmmm…I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know what that is.”

There was a long pause before she tried to explain. “M-Maybe it’s called something different here. Commitment meeting is just the direct translation from my native language.”

She took a deep breath and said, “It’s where…students tell their professor if they’re committing to them…if they’re their favorite professor…and students show their favorite professor…that they appreciate them.” I was so confused I didn’t immediately notice when she reached out to put her hand on my thigh.

*Whoa.* I froze. I was wearing shorts that day so her hand was on my bare leg. Goosebumps started radiating from her fingertips on my leg.

“We…have so many classes. And teachers. We must show our dedication and commitment to a professor that is working hard for us. We must pick one, our favorite one, t-to commit to. To commit…our whole self to.”

The only thing going through my mind was, “What the *fuck..?*”

“You’ve been so kind to us in your class. You always help us through the problems, and we have learned so much from you. No teacher has ever sat with me 1-on-1 in class. I love being in a group to talk to other students. I love that you call on me to show others that I’m smart. Every teacher back home only looks for ways to punish us, but you look for ways to reward us.”

I was still frozen. Shocked. “I’m just doing my job,” I thought. What is this?

“Every day I wake up thinking about going to your class to learn from you. I know that you have my best interests at heart. And I know you’re doing your best to help us. And…and I chose you! I want my commitment to be with you!”

I hadn’t moved since she started her monologue. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to respond to…*that.* And…her hand was sliding further up my leg.

“D-do you accept, Professor? Do you accept my commitment?” She asked while her hand reached the bottom of my boxers. Her palm pushed into my inner thigh. Small detail about me – I go crazy when girls rub my thighs. It feels so sensual to me, and it’s definitely a move that can send me over the edge. So…when she did it…I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good…and…I nodded once, “Y-Yes.”

Soon I felt her lips on mine, and her hand rubbed my crotch over my shorts. A moan of surprise escaped me. She pushed her face harder onto mine while her tongue flowed into my mouth.

I started to come down and panicked a little, thinking to myself, “Fuck, is my door locked? Are my office neighbors here today? How loud is this??”

Before I could react to those thoughts, her hands were at my belt. I wanted to say “Shh, don’t be loud with my belt,” but it was unbuckled before I even finished my thought, and she was fiddling with my zipper. My mind was racing with thoughts like “Should I be doing this?” and “Is this okay?”

I wanted to tell her to slow down, give me a minute to think about this, but then I felt her fingers wrap around my cock. “*Fuck* that feels good,” I thought while I moaned softly. She pulled my dick out through my boxers and shorts, holding it with a tight grip. She moved slowly up and down the length of my shaft.

Every stroke was incredible. She knew exactly where to put pressure, how to change the speed, how far to go down, and when to change things up.

But, eventually I got used to it and my mind wandered. I started feeling how surreal this was, and I didn’t know if I should stop her. I thought about how many people have a key to my door. I thought about someone walking by and possibly hearing something suspicious. I thought about how it might be weird to see a female student leave my office after a long period of quiet.

My mind abruptly went back to my cock when I felt her stop. We held eye contact while she backed up a little.

“Is something wrong Professor?”

My mouth opened but nothing came out. *Was* something wrong? Should I say something? Do I really want this to stop?

Before I could speak, her hands went to her shoulder. She pulled a strap of her sundress down, and it fell to her elbow. She moved her hand to her chest, and reached in. Her breast spilled out the front.

“Do you want me to stop Professor?”

She pushed her heavy breast up as she asked. Slowly she leaned forward and held it inches from my cock. I watched myself throb in anticipation.

I responded with one word.

“No.”

Who was I kidding? I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted her. I wanted this. I didn’t *plan* on it, but my god I wanted it now that it was here.

She pushed her nipple into my frenulum and dragged her tit over it. I couldn’t help but moan. I muffled it as best I could – I *needed* to be quiet. I started whispering to her.

“Fuck, that feels good. Mmm, don’t stop. Oooh, keep going. Keep going…”

Soon her lips touched my head and my dick was soaking wet in her mouth. I muffled another moan as she ran her tongue along the back of my shaft and up my head.

I was going to cum soon. But, how? It’s the middle of a work day – I can’t walk through the halls with cum all over myself. So I whispered to her, “I’m gonna cum.” She looked up at me while keeping my cock in her mouth. “Swallow it okay? I need you to swallow it. Be a good student for me. Swallow it all.”

I felt it seconds later. My stomach clinched and my hips buckled. She held still while I shot ropes of cum into her mouth. She moaned and I pushed my lips together to stay quiet while I emptied myself into her.

When I was done, I let out a whispered “Fuck…” between heavy breaths. There was no cum on me when I looked down. All I saw was her smiling at me while she fixed her dress.

“Wow, that was amazing.”

“Thank you Professor. So… should we schedule the next meeting?” she asked with a grin.

Another one? She wants to suck my dick *again*? I was silent for a moment, considering the situation with more clarity. I admired her body in that dress, imagining all the things I would do to her, shoving my face into her tits, slapping her ass until it’s red while fucking her, sucking her nipples until she screamed. God damnit…

“Here we only do one meeting.”

She looked surprised. “Really? We are required to have…more of them back home.”

“You don’t have to do that for me. Once is enough. I appreciate your…appreciation, really I do. But you’re a great student – keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll make an A in the class.”

“Wow!” She smiled and looked deep into my eyes.

“One other thing,” I started. “Please keep this a secret. Here we usually don’t share about the meetings.”

She paused and said, “Of course Professor.”

“Great! Well, goodbye then. See you tomorrow.”

“Wait-sorry, one other thing I just remembered.” I said quickly. “The commitment meetings, as you called them, they…are only for one professor. So now that you’ve met with me, you can’t have a meeting like this with any other professor at the school. Ever.”

She took in what I said for a moment. “Oh. Okay. What if I’m not in your class next semester?”

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve already committed to me.” I answered.

“Okay…I actually like that.”

I smiled at her and said, “Great. I’ll see you tomorrow then!”

“Thank you Professor! I can’t wait for tomorrow’s class!”

And she left. She did get an A in the class, and I remember that she opened up a lot more after our meeting. She proudly answered questions in class, and she talked to her classmates much more. Part of me was really scared that she would tell her classmates about what happened or somehow hint at it, but nothing ever came up.

She wasn’t in any of my classes the following Fall semester so I didn’t see her much. But she came by my office the following December to say goodbye before she left the country. Nothing sexual happened, although she did offer and it was *really* hard to decline.

We had a nice chat about her future plans, and I wished her good luck. LinkedIn says she’s working in my field so I’m very happy about that, but she didn’t come back to the US after she finished school so we haven’t seen each other again.

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