The Party and the Professor
I'm visiting a party at a friend's house. I don't know many people and the energy of the night is pretty relaxed. I have a couple of drinks, talk with a few friends, and then look at the rest of the crowd, most of them younger than I am who I don't know at all. Maybe I'll make it an early night, and I start making my way to the door.
As I pass the kitchen, I overhear a woman speaking sternly to someone. I pause by the door and listen. It seems he's drunk, and he's gotten a bit hands-y with her in front of everyone and she wasn't having it. He seems to be arguing back and starts saying the old "c'mon baby, you know you like this. I just want a little taste..."
I decide to help chill the situation and I step around the corner into the room. I look at the both of you and instantly notice the worried look on your face. I smile at you both. "Hey guys, booze in here?"
The loser looks at me and shakes his head, "No man, out on the deck..." and he turns back towards you and starts up with his argumentative tone again.
I interrupt, oblivious of him "Vanessa! Hey honey, how are you doing? I haven't seen you since class last semester!" You look confused for just a moment, then pick up what I am offering.
"Professor!" you smile and move towards me, wrapping your arms around my neck for a friendly hug. You quickly whisper in my ear "Help! Get me OUT of here!"
I smile and put my arm around your waist and turn to walk with you out of the room, speaking nonsense about how it's great to see my best student. As we leave i raise my hand nonchalantly to the jerk in the room and say "later man!" and we leave. I think I hear him say something like "You told me your name was Sarah, you dumb bitch..." We ignore him and we walk across to the other side of the party.
We find a couch free and I offer to grab you a drink from the nearby deck, which you happily take. I grab us a couple of bottles and head back. Now that we're not in crisis mode I really notice you. I first notice your eyes, sparkling in the party light. Your face, framed by your light pink hair lights up for me when I return. I can't help but love your smile, your pouty lips... your perfect neck. You are very pretty to look at and suddenly I need to tell myself not to start thinking sexy thoughts about you, as you just had a bad experience. I can't help but notice that pink shirt of yours is nice and snug on you and I don't want to to perv out on you, but I really enjoy your obvious lack of a bra.
I cast my eyes down to your tight skirt, and it doesn't help my situation that you have a killer set of legs ending in a pair of sexy heels. "Oh boy" I think to myself. I just need to keep it friendly.
I sit down next to you so we can chat. You extend your hand "Hi, I 'm Vanessa..." you giggle. I smile back at you. "Well, I guess I'm the Professor tonight. Good to meet you..." We laugh, and we chat. It's obvious we are easily comfortable around each other and our conversation moves from introductions to how nice this house is that we're in, to movies we enjoy, and then after a few drinks turns into talk about how hard it is to meet someone decent nowadays. You had met that guy at a bar a little earlier and decided to bring him along as a date to the party as you expected you wouldn't know many people here other than the host. It turns out the guy was a creep and we know how the rest of the story goes.
I say that I was in a similar situation, I really didn't know too many people here, and then jokingly claim to have left a crazy stalker out in the garage. We laugh and talk more into the evening.
You seem very comfortable with me, touching my arm and my knee to emphasize things. My secret wall of wanting to stay good for the situation starts to get chipped away until it gets knocked right down when you lean over and kiss me... A soft kiss set squarely on my lips. My growing attraction for you suddenly spurred on, my right hand reaches up and holds your face softly as I return the kiss... I feel my heart race and my face go flush. I slide my hand from your face into your hair. Our tongues start to touch and the taste of sweet alcohol and the smell of your perfume start to absorb into me.
After a minute or so, it's hard to tell the time, you break the kiss and whisper to me. "Follow me Professor..."
With a smile you get up and start leading me by the hand through the party. I gladly follow you, my mind buzzing with drink and the excitement of new passion. You deftly guide us to another end of the house and up a short flight of stairs to what looks like a small library or work area. You usher me in and close the door behind us.
You walk us over to a pair of pink chairs and you sit me down in one. You sit yourself on my lap and lean down to kiss me quickly. "Well Professor, I realized that I hadn't properly thanked you for how you helped me out earlier. "
I chuckle and smile and say " It's all right ma'am, it's all in the day's duties of a professor to help out a student in need".