I came VERY close to fucking my old law school professor [FM]

*Kids, don’t fuck your subordinates. I realize this is the SECOND story about a professor and I’ve talked about fucking my boss, but keep in mind I have issues. These situations are messy. I also had a different professor hit on me who I was not into and things got very awkward.*

To this day, I’m kind of surprised at this dude’s willpower.

I’m fairly certain every law student has that “one” professor the entire student body is obsessed with. Usually this is a Stockholm syndrome-ish fixation, but this man was ACTUALLY sexy.

Did I always have a crush? Sure. But I assumed nothing was there because he was married, older, and entirely too focused on his career and fragile ego.

We worked really closely together for a semester because I was working on a research project for him. He actually chose me for the team because I was so liberal and he wanted someone to naturally argue the other side.

He was conservative as fuck though. We sure did argue.

Conventional wisdom says we should not have liked each other, but we genuinely got along. In hindsight, I think we were always flirting but it just felt friendly back then. We had a mentor/mentee vibe, but sometimes we’d slip into something more like a friendship.

Once after a research session I discovered he had Mario Kart in his office and we played for an hour…

I gave him a lot of shit for being old which I think was a way for me to remind myself that he was entirely inappropriate for me. He was just so damn sexy, and not in a classic “academic” way. Meanwhile, he enjoyed reminding me I was a child with a “developing brain” whenever I’d rave about RBG.

*Not the best power dynamic, I admit.*

So during my last semester on campus, we were wrapping up research and I went with him to a presentation. We were in a different city and went to lunch before. Things got… interesting.

He told me he was separated from his wife and was having a hard time. He went off about how much divorce sucks and told me he hadn’t been sleeping. We ended up having a very real conversation.

“I’m really sorry, Professor Last Name,” I finally said.

“Hey Viola?”

“Yeah?”

“What if you just called me Mark?”

*Yes I named him in this story. Calling a professor by their first name is unheard of and every lawyer will immediately get this significance.*

“Sure.”

“Alright troublemaker, we have to get to our presentation.”

*It was oddly sexy when he called me “troublemaker.”*

I froze though and decided it was time to shoot by shot. “Mark, do you want to hang out later?”

“Like for the project?”

“Like, at dinner.”

“Sure.”

So… We went to dinner. Two glasses of wine in and things took a bit of a turn.

“You realize your boyfriend is an idiot, right?” He finally asked. “I’m pretty sure he tried to bribe me for a better grade.”

“You should have taken him up on it. He has money.”

“Is that why you’re with him?”

“No. We’re not together. We’re just…”

“Sleeping together,” he finished.

“I was going to say friends.”

“Men and women can’t be friends. All men want to fuck and all women want to get married. That’s why men can only be friends with a woman he finds attractive.”

*Oh yeah, he was sexist.*

“What are *we* then?”

“Academics? Colleagues? I don’t know… I guess we are friends in a sense.”

I took a sip of wine and smiled. “We’re not friends, Mark. Also, some women do indeed just want to fuck.”

The air between us changed. “It’s biology. Women don’t enjoy sex as much.”

*God, he was so sexist.*

I almost snorted. “I assure you, I enjoy sex as much as a man. I have a high sex drive.”

“You think you do.”

“If I go more than five hours without getting off, I get antsy. Oh yeah, that’s why I sometimes have to leave your class. I get myself off in the bathroom stall.”

He gulped and let his mouth hang open. “On campus?”

“In your office once. You were at the printer and I had a five minute window.”

He closed his eyes and groaned. “I wish I didn’t have that visual.”

“My point is, I promise my sex drive is higher than most men and I enjoy sex.”

“You’re a lot different than I thought you’d be out of class. You’re always so… Rigid.”

“You’re exactly the same. You’re kind of an asshole but I enjoy being around you for reasons I don’t understand.”

“I’m very good looking.”

“You’re very old.”

“Oh yes. The joke about me being old as an excuse to flirt with me.”

“Well you bait me into political arguments to keep me in your office late.”

“I like being able to keep you in my office, yeah. You always make me smile… And other things.”

*So yeah… We had gone off the rails. Once you get to that point, there’s no reason to take a u-turn.*

“So do you get weird?”

“I was married for 15 years.”

I shrugged. “Does that mean y’all didn’t get weird?”

“Never. Well, what counts as weird?”

“Anything I would do.”

He paused and bit his lip. “What do you do?”

“Last night I let my not boyfriend bend me over his desk and whip me. I was tied up. He REALLY likes restraints. I’m good at knowing what people like.”

“What would I like?”

I laughed and tilted my head as I considered him. “You have an ego and complex so you like being in dominant positions. However, you’re also exhausted and make decisions all day. Man, you just want a girl to get on her knees and give you head.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Are you trying to seduce ME?”

“I can’t sleep with a student.”

“All of our clothes are still on.”

“True, I think it’s only seduction once an article of clothing is removed.”

Then, in true hyper sexual fashion, I took my underwear off under the table. This was a bit difficult as I was in a pencil skirt, but I managed to wiggle out of my thong and hand it to him from across the table.

*One if my favorite “moves” back then.

He gaped at it, then at me. “You’re incredible.”

“You should see me in bed.”

“It’s not just the dynamic. I haven’t had sex in five years.”

“That’s depressingly You never cheated?”

“No. I came close once, but it never happened. I’ve just spent a lot of years jerking off in the shower.”

“Ever to me?”

“Of course not.”

“Liar.”

“You’ve thought of me?”

“You’re hot and in a position if authority. Every girl in your class has thought of you.”

“You know, you’re cute hiding behind your glasses and acting uptight, but I always kind of suspected there was another side to you.”

“I never thought you’d meet her.”

*It’s funny because I had an alter-ego before I named her “Viola.” V is not someone most people would describe as sexual.*

“How would it work exactly?”

“You’d invite me to your room and you’d take my clothes off.”

“And jeopardize my job, future, integrity? I think we should be friends.”

“Men and women can’t be friends though.”

“Well, we can go back to being political enemies.”

We got up and walked back to the hotel together. He pushed me playfully and called me a lightweight. I stumbled slightly and almost lost my balance.

“Whoa there. Remember I’m not wearing underwear. I don’t want to flash the city.”

He took a breath and closed his eyes. “I forgot you’re not wearing underwear.” He whisked me towards the wall and we kissed for half a second before he broke away. “I can’t.”

“It’s ok.”

“I want to.”

“It’s ok.”

He was Very hard and I was very wet… And when I tell you that was a long three blocks back to our hotel, I mean the tension was palpable and so frustrating.

“Have you been with older men?” He asked.

“You’d be the oldest.”

When we finally got into the hotel and Into the elevator he groaned and turned away from me as he pounded the wall. We got to my floor and I turned to him one more time in case he was going to change his mind.

He didn’t.

That dude was my professional reference for 5 years.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yq3wk3/i_came_very_close_to_fucking_my_old_law_school