Trying to be professional (FF)

Standing outside my office door was a small framed shilouhete. Not unusual considering my job, but why did my heart skip?

That knock… Our knock.

I know it sounds stupid and lame but honestly, as a teacher, the silly knock is a classic rapport building technique for hard to reach students.

I’m embarrassed to say how enthusiastically I screamed “COME IN!!”

This stunning 18 year old was wearing her black thigh high socks that came just a few inches below the bottom of her black twirly skirt… the high-waisted cut showed off her subtle curves and exposed her mid-shaft as a black lace crop top ended just below her breasts. Something about her was different today, I just couldn’t place it.

She always had that glow in her eyes, that flirty giggle… She always had that softly glowing blonde hair; today the stunning locks were braided and tied up in space buns, but that wasn’t it. No… something about her energy was different.

She sat next to me on my office couch and crossed her legs over just a little too close to mine, she leaned in just a little bit too close when she giggled. Prolonged eye contact… and her eyes…

It was in the eyes! The welcoming glow was bright as ever… but there was something behind it. 

As our eyes locked again for an inappropriately long time, I felt it. The hypnotic lustful thoughts emanating from her gaze.

So many thoughts rushed through my own head: She’s so young…. She was your student… but …. graduation was last week… She’s so mature for her age… Those socks… Those fucking adorable thigh high socks.

My thoughts blur as she casually puts her hand on my knee, her salacious laughter rolling my mind like a vampire, mollifying her victim into submission.

Come on. Focus on her words. You can do this!!! You’re a God damn Adult!

Lost in the delicate sound of her voice, only one deliberate sentence, delivered with just a few too many batted lashes, brought me right back to reality:

“You’re not my teacher anymore you know…”

Uh oh. She was right; I wasn’t. But still-

“You’ve taught me so much already… and I’ve never been with a woman before…”

Fuck. That was it. My weakness. All of my will power dissappeared as if it hadn’t existed and I spoke my next words as though I had never had a doubt.

“I’ll show you how a woman should treat you… So that you’ll never accept anything less.”

A tiny gasp was all she managed before I silenced her with a long soft kiss. I pulled away a little to brush our noses. I stayed there smiling for a second just listening to her rapidly beating heart and hear her uneven  breaths of excitement and disbelief.

She tried to kiss me again, whimpering greedily as I pulled away

“Not here, Sweetheart.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c1ifbe/trying_to_be_professional_ff