Author's Note: Guys, omg I have no words. I wrote this erotica because I was bored in quarantine and me being the horny one in my friend group did this as a joke. I honestly didn't think people were going to read my work, let alone rate it. But that being said, I'm so thankful for each and every one of you for supporting my work! You guys have no idea how much it means to me to see people actually wanting more. You guys inspire me to write more chapters and actually keep going. From the bottom of my heart, thank you!!
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The sun streams into Melody's bedroom, the bright light covering her walls in intricate patterns as it passes through the trees that grow outside her windows. She groans and rolls over, relishing the soft sheets against her skin. It was too early to be awake and certainly too early to actually get out of bed. She reaches over to one of her plushies and wraps her arms around it.
She couldn't help but replay the memories of her being rammed on her professor's desk over and over in her head. It was almost like a dream; how just unbelievable those circumstances were. The voice in her head told her that it was a one-time occurrence. But deep down, there's a smaller, slyer voice that echoes like a well, telling her to initiate it again. It tells her she liked it-and she knew it. That she can't even deny that urgency for desire that burns at the pit of her stomach like embers of a burnt fireplace: slowly, steadily, and almost never ending. Melody takes a deep breath and sits up. Regardless of how she felt, it doesn't change the fact that Professor Alexander is her mentor. She carefully gets out of bed, stretching as she makes her way to the kitchen and starts to make herself a pot of coffee.
As she was putting the coffee grounds into the filter, she hears her roommate's door open. Melody turns around and saw Clara, with her signature fleece pajama pants and tousled hair. Clara yawns and smiles sleepily to Melody.
"Ah coffee, nectar of the gods."
Melody smirks and she flips the switch to the coffee maker, "it's ambrosia to college students."
"I didn't hear you come back last night, then again, I knocked out pretty early."
The mental image of her on her knees sucking Professor Alexander off now fully blown up in her mind. "Yeah, I was busy running errands and all that," Melody replies sheepishly.
"Oh, I have some important news for you," Clara makes her way to the toaster. "I'm going with my family out of town either tonight or tomorrow morning. I would have told you sooner, but I literally just found out. I've texted them trying to determine a set time when I'll be going but they still haven't texted me back. I'll update you when I know."
"Don't worry about it," Melody replies, taking two cups from the cupboard. "I think it'll be good for you. You haven't seen your family in months, this might be a good opportunity to catch up with them."
"Let's hope so," Clara chortles, rolling her eyes. "That's if we don't rip each other's throats out within five minutes of seeing each other."
"Well then, I suggest you bring nail clippers to the family reunion to minimize damage." Melody teases as she pours the coffee into the two cups and hands one to Clara.
Clara laughs, nearly spilling her coffee. She looks at the clock on the microwave. "Hey Melody, don't you have a meeting with Professor Hottie at nine thirty this morning?"
Melody looks at the clock. It was nine o'clock. Commute takes forty minutes on a good day.
"Fuck!" Melody yells, chugging her coffee. "Shit, I should have woken up earlier!" She rushes into her room and haphazardly puts on the first shirt and jeans she saw. She struggled with putting on her sneakers as she hops towards the door. She grabs her bag and swings open the door.
"Take an Uber!" Clara calls to Melody as she barrels down the stairs of her apartment, all while trying to type in the university's address into her phone. Professor Alexander wasn't known to be the most patient and understanding person and Melody wasn't about to receive an earful of his snide comments and flaming glares when her day has already begun off the wrong foot. She climbs in her Uber and start to make her way to campus.
The closer she was to the university the more Melody's heart starts to pound.
It's just a meeting, like any other meeting,
she thinks to herself as the car makes the turn into the street that houses the psychology department. It made her nervous, not knowing how the encounter would go, knowing what she has done before. At the end of the day, she didn't want to lose him as a mentor, a professor, someone she could look up to. Just the thought of her and Professor Alexander's encounters going from laughter and snarky comments to awkward silence and shame suddenly flashed in her mind. She shakes her head, trying to focus on more pressing matters, like the fact that she was running late. The car stops in front of the building. Melody quickly thanks the driver and rushes inside the department.
She runs up the stairs, taking two at a time, flings open the door leading the rows of offices and speed walks to Professor Alexander's office. She stays outside the door for a couple of seconds, trying to get her breath back. She reaches inside her pockets and pulls out her phone to check the time.
9:35 AM
She mentally kicks herself for not waking up earlier. He really doesn't like his students being late. She softly knocks on her door until she heard a soft 'come in'.
He's sitting in his office chair as usual, intensely typing at his laptop, his brows furrowed. Today, he's wearing a navy suit with a white shirt, and burgundy tie. He looks sharper, sterner, powerful. He didn't even look up to see Melody inching her way forward to his desk when she hears his low voice, "Ms. Locke, you are five minutes late."
"I understand," Melody replies, her hands clasped in front of her. "I was running late this morning. It won't happen again."
"You know I have a late policy and yet you still manage to be irresponsible." Professor Alexander looks up from his laptop and half folds in the screen. He places his elbows on either sides of the laptop and knits his fingers together, resting his chin on them. "What are we going to do about that?"
"I don't know, maybe drink a cold, refreshing glass of sympathy and understanding."
Instead of his usual angry laser beam glares, Professor Alexander laughs, the sound ringing through the office like bells. "You never cease to entertain me with your...creative comebacks." He makes his way around his desk until he's inches away from her face.
"But don't push the boundaries, I promise you'll regret it."
Melody cocks her head to one side and half smirks, her confidence coming back. "See, us humans have the ability to go farther than we know. Our limitations are but reinforced societal constructs." She closes the distance until her body presses against his, her mouth grazing against his ear. With one hand, she uses her index finger to push his face closer to hers.
