After fucking Pat in the classroom, the reality of the situation sank on me. She was a student -- if she decided to present a complaint, I would loose my job. If anyone heard or saw something, even with the locked door, I still could loose my job. FUCK! I shouldn't had sex with her, but that pussy... and that ass! Hard, round, young,... so good to the touch, so nice to slap again and again! Damn, I was already so hard when I got home that evening that I had to masturbate to be able to concentrate on grading.
I graded all the exams and to no surprise, Pat did well on it. She was a bright student -- and a hot one too. Why was she thanking me so much after I fucked her so hard? I knew she was a single mom, but I did not think that such a hot woman could be celibate -- lesbian or straight. Did she seduced me on purpose as an insurance to receive a good grade? All those questions would be answered the next day -- the last day of the semester.
Next day, I was nervous. The students would come to my office to receive the final grade for the course, and I had to wait the whole day in my office for their arrival. I did not know what to say to Pat, and I was afraid of how she would react when alone with me in the office. I was afraid of a scene -- she claiming that I raped her or something like that. In the first time of my 40 years, I was both excited and scared to death. The students arrived as expected to receive their grades. Throughout the day, I was buried with student conferences but the thoughts about Pat came back every time I was alone waiting for the next group of students.
Most of the other professors already finished with their conferences by noon. They asked me to go out with them, but I still had a dozen students that haven't show up -- including Pat. By 5 of the afternoon, the campus was basically deserted, as usual on a last day of classes. I was almost ready to pack my stuff when a knock on the door stopped me on my tracks. It was Pat. She looked stunning, even using an old t-shirt and her regular tight jeans. She had her hair done in a long braid that made her look even younger than her 20 years.
"Professor" she asked shyly at the open door "can I come in?"
"Sure Pat. Please sit down" I answered, without knowing what to expect.
She came into the office and closed the door as was normal when students were conferencing with their professors. She sat down at the chair next to my desk and waited for me to sit on my chair and get her papers.
"Pat, before I give your grades, we need to talk about yesterday..."
"Professor, don't worry about it." She said that looking at me with those green eyes and blushing deeply. "I wanted it, really, I needed it. You know, when I noticed your erection yesterday, I did not know what to do. I have never saw a penis of that size before, and honestly, I haven't had any sex besides my vibrator for three years. I realized that I caused your erection when I remembered that I was wearing a short skirt -- and that you could see my underwear because I kept my legs open. That thought made me hotter and hotter during the exam -- that's why it took me so long to finish it, I couldn't concentrate..."
While she was talking, she looked at the floor, partly excited and partly ashamed of what she was saying. That mix of emotions, her looks, her admission that she wanted the sex, and the memories of the previous day events started to make my dick hard again. God, I needed to fuck this girl again soon!
"Professor, I have to tell you something... I really liked what you did to me yesterday. You made me feel things that no one made me feel. I believed that men were dead for me after my relationship with my kid's dad, but after yesterday... I couldn't stop thinking about you and your cock..."
