I know I shouldn't have brought her back here. Everything about this is so wrong. I'm her professor, and she's my student. A really smoking-hot student, but still a student! Yet, here I am, sneaking her into my classroom. I worked so hard for this job, too. It wasn't easy to become the youngest psychology professor, at 29 years old, at one of the most elite colleges in the States. Here I am, though, on the verge of ruining it all for her.
I couldn't believe I ran into her at the club. I'm standing at the VIP bar with my best friend in the world, celebrating my birthday, when I looked up and there she fucking was on the other side. Of all the goddamn gin joints! She looked like my own personal goddamn birthday present. Her sultry, long-lashed eyes were looking right at me, giving me the same look she gives me in class. Like she's ready to devour me. A small smile pulled at her lips before she bit the lower one, almost making herself look a little bashful, but her eyes were shining like she'd been waiting for this very moment. My cock instantly hardened as I watched her.
My friend, oblivious to the fact that she wasn't just a stranger eye-fucking me at the bar, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and started steering me right up to her. My brain, fuzzy from the shots we were taking earlier, was not in a position to protest. I looked down at her perfect face and body. It was my first time being so close to her, and I realized I had almost 6 inches of height over her, even in her high-as-fuck stilettos. She was in a skin-tight neon pink dress, complete with neon pink shoes, as if she wanted to make sure I did not miss her in the darkness of the club.
I was standing in front of her and lost for words, fighting with a little voice in my head saying to abort the mission. That she's my student and I should run the other way. But then she lifted up on her toes and leaned into my ear before seductively whispering, "hey, professor, dance with me." Still unable to speak, she veered me to the dance floor and pushed her hips into me from behind while one of her arms wrapped up and around to hold the back of my neck. Her dress just barely covered her perfectly rounded ass, which she was swaying back and forth on my dick, and I almost wanted to take her right there. It would be so easy. I would just need to lift her dress up a tiny bit and I'd easily have access to her. But then a moment of clarity broke through where I realized I was grinding up on my fucking student!
As if feeling the shift in my resolve, she turned her large mocha eyes on me and said, "Come on, professor, I'm buying you a birthday shot and then you're taking me out of here." This resulted in me getting another shot, losing the few reservations I still had, and us sneaking into my classroom. On the way, we found ourselves caught by the campus sprinkler system and running through the sprays, giggling the entire time, like two drunken high schoolers.
I unlock the classroom door and she runs in laughing, as if on a high, right up to my desk facing away from me with both her hands on the desk. I push my body against the closed door and just admire the view. Her long bronze legs were toned and accentuated by her bright high heels. My eyes trailed up to her plump ass, almost peeking through the bottom of her dress. I thought about bending her over that desk so many times and what it would feel like to run my hands over her body. What would her expression be like as she orgasms? She slowly turns around, and pins those dark, seductive eyes on me. Her long, wet hair falling in loose waves down to her tiny waist. She leans back on the desk, and spreads her legs just enough to give me a peek at her tiny white panties.
"Come here, professor, have a seat," she says. I slowly peel myself off the door and take my seat as she sets herself up on the desk in front of me. As I sit there and assess her body, I start to wonder again if I should be doing this. A whole shitstorm can come from this if anyone ever finds out. As if sensing the mind fuck I'm in, she spreads her legs, which are covered in tiny water droplets from the sprinkler system, giving me an even better look between them. Her tiny white thong got wet and is now see-through, giving me a look at her light pink lips underneath. A small growl leaves my lips at the sight, and my dick starts to swell even more in my pants.
I lean forward and place my hands on the outside of each of her thighs, digging my fingers into her skin and slowly dragging them down the length of her legs, reaching her knees. I wrap my hands around her knees and, with a sudden movement, pull her closer to the edge of the desk, spreading them wider in the process and causing her to release a small gasp. As I spread her knees, her tight as fuck dress rolls up, unable to contain the flesh anymore, exposing her thick ass and thighs to me. I trail my fingers up the inside of her thighs, ending on her thin and soaked panties. I start to play with her clit underneath them, a small growl escaping me as I think about how soft her flesh would be under the panties. I remove my hands from between her legs, stand up and place my hands on each side of her on the desk instead, trying to find my resolve. I inspect her face as I tower over her, and she looks up at me under her lashes, her full lips slightly parted.
I've been wanting to feel those lips for weeks. With my fingers, with my mouth, with my cock, and now they were just bare inches from my face. I lift one hand and run a finger tip along the base of her lower lip. They are soft and smooth, and she parts them more for me as she closes her eyes and moans at the touch. I cant help it as she opens her mouth wider. I have an urge to slip my finger into her mouth and make her taste me. Her tongue wraps around my finger and I slowly pull it back out of her mouth as I whisper, "fuckkk," against her skin.
