I was finally going to do it, to show him how much I wanted him. It's been a few months since the beginning of the school year, and my addiction to my professor has not waned even in the slightest. I knew I had to do something about it, and fast. It was messing with my head, and killing me inside. Professor Gernandt had long wavy light brown hair, blue eyes, a slight stubble, and the way he looked at me... it destroyed me. I didn't know if he was attracted to me as well. The age gap (23 years) in addition to me being a student didn't help very much, but I always felt like he was flirting with me when he handed the papers back with a spark in his eyes, like he knew exactly how I felt for him. How drawn I was to him.
I hoped he would be okay with all of this. In addition to the taboo relationship I would want, I didn't know if he was even gay... or interested in another guy. I was a transexual male, meaning I still had a cunt, but still - there were some people who weren't okay with that, even in the 21st century. My heart clenched a little at the thought that he would reject me for that sole reason alone. It would break me.
I could barely focus during class, and at the end when he finally wrapped up the lecture, I waited for the whole class to leave before standing up awkwardly, watching him with every step I took towards him. "Hello professor, I just have some questions for you about the upcoming midterm." A lie, I was getting top marks in the class, and didn't actually have any questions. He studied me, looking me up and down. At my blonde locks, my blue eyes, at the hoodie and tight jeans I was wearing. He raised his eyebrows as he took me in.
"Yes, Seth. How can I help?" I wondered if he knew I didn't actually need anything. Well, didn't need anything related to school.
I felt my cheeks redden. I was so incredibly nervous, and if this went wrong... I could be expelled. What if I was reading the signs wrong? What if he didn't like me that way? My mind was racing a mile a minute. "I... I was wondering what you were referring to in class today about JFK's assassination and the turmoil that follow." Complete and utter bullshit, I couldn't bring myself to say the words out loud.
He chuckled at me and nodded, pulling out his computer to flip through the slides again. "Was it this particular slide?" I nodded, and he started to explain again. I couldn't help but notice the way he leaned towards me, and the fiery look in his eyes as he spoke, like he wanted to bend me over at that desk and have his way with me. My body went against my will, and I put my hand on his shoulders as I leaned over the computer to see the screen properly. He tensed, but continued talking like I had done nothing at all.
"Professor..." I said, my mouth against his ears. "I must confess something..." He turned to face me, and our faces were so close we could almost kiss... if I could just move forwards by a few inches.
