It’s time again! Do you want to see what I’ve been working on? Because I definitely want to share it:
On unsteady legs, I followed him back to the class room, jumping a little when he slammed the door behind me. I don’t know what I expected, perhaps for him to start lecturing me about being rude. I certainly didn’t expect the fire blazing out of his eyes as he considered me.
“You have more spunk than I thought,” he said. “I pegged you for one of those girls who cries if the teacher looks at her wrong.”
Heat flooded my face. He wasn’t altogether wrong. One of the reasons I was doing so well in my other classes was that I laughed at their unfunny jokes, talked to them after class, anything I could do to get them to like me. It always drove me crazy that it never worked on Professor Drayton, especially when he was the one I most wanted to like me.
But that didn’t mean I was a pushover.
“Is that why you gave me a bad grade?” I asked.
“I failed you because that’s what you earned. Maybe if you weren’t half asleep during class you would have known when to hand it in.”
“Is that why you called me back? To insult me? Because I have better things to do with my time.”
I started for the door again. I knew that he was going to come after me and he did, grabbing my arm and twisting me around up against the wall. I struggled to free myself but it was impossible. He was too strong.
“Let me go,” I demanded.
But he wouldn’t. He was so close that I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I continued to squirm, but it was weaker. I just liked the touch of his hand on me.
Then he kissed me. It was so unexpected that I didn’t know how to react at first and when I did get a hold of myself I realized I never wanted him to stop. His lips were warm, his face scratchy with stubble. He put a hand on my shoulder and it moved down my side to cup my ass. He gave it a squeeze.
I couldn’t believe it was really happening. I would have thought I was dreaming except for the rod jutting into my thigh. Was that his erection? Was he hard for me? I pushed into him, one leg lifting up to hold him close.
His hands continued moving all over my body. He reached underneath my shirt and found my bra, yanking it down to fondle my breasts. I never had anyone touch me like this before. I never would have thought that the first person to do so would be my professor.
I had to break the kiss. “This is wrong. We’ll get in trouble!”
“That’s part of the fun,” he answered. “Now get on your knees.”
There wasn’t anything for me to do except obey.
Lots of hot stuff in this one. Check it out next week!