Lily waited, checking her watch anxiously, as she leaned against Professor Nowak's door. His office hours were supposed to start five minutes ago, and she always attended. Her grades were excellent, and she had no reason to spend every Thursday in a stuffy office looking over the lecture material with her professor, but she couldn't help herself.
Lily was so close to graduation - it was her final semester of her Master's degree, and soon, all her hard work would pay off. Of course, hard work wasn't what brought her back to Professor Nowak's office every week. It was
him
. She had never met anyone so passionate, so well-spoken, so helpful, and funny. Lily wanted him. There was no doubt in her mind about it. But she knew she couldn't have him. It was too risky, and she couldn't jeopardize her degree like that. It would have to wait, or she would have to let it pass.
Lily checked her watch again; another minute had passed, and she was growing worried. One good thing about this infatuation was that Lily never missed a lecture and remained undistracted by any of her classmates. An attractive student or funny classmate never made her heart race as Professor Nowak did. How could they compare to him?
"Ms. Fairchild, I'm sorry I'm late."
Lily's eyes snapped up to find Professor Nowak in front of her. His tie was hanging looser than normal, and Lily couldn't help but think he looked rather disheveled. It was oddly charming, his hair loosely falling in front of his face, his glasses fogged from rushing to his office.
"Professor! Don't worry about it. Are you ok?"
Nowak laughed nervously, "Yes, I'm fine. Should we head in?"
Nowak pulled a key from his pocket and fumbled for a moment as he tried to shove it into the lock.
"Are you
sure
you're fine, Professor?" Lily asked.
Lily had never seen her Professor so disorganized. Fumbling with keys, unkempt clothes and hair, she was beginning to think something had happened on his way to the office.
"Yes, I'm fine," he replied shortly.
Now Lily
really
didn't believe him. He had never been short with her before - he was always patient and kind. The door unlocked, and Nowak held it open for Lily to enter. She settled on the seat across from his desk, her usual location, and waited for Nowak to trail in behind her.
"So, what questions do you have this time?" Nowak sighed.
Lily watched him in his chair - his regular comfortable demeanor was gone. He was perched on the edge of his hair, fidgeting, eyes downcast on his desk.
"Professor, seriously, are you alright?"
"Look, Lily, I'm not comfortable talking about my personal life with a student."
Lily's cheeks reddened, and she felt her throat tighten. He hadn't called her Lily before, but he'd also never put distance between them.
"I'm sorry. I- you know what, I think I'm ok. I'll head out," she stammered.
"Wait! I'm sorry. I've been having an... eventful day. But I never meant to take it out on you. That's not fair. Seriously, whatever questions you have from class, I'm happy to talk about them."
Lily chewed on her lip, thinking for a moment, "It's alright, Professor. You seem to be really overwhelmed, and I don't need help with anything from class. Your lecture was very engaging and clear."
"Then why are you here?"
Lily glanced up and found Nowak's eyes boring into her own. His anxious demeanour had lessened, and his eyes reflected an intensity and curiosity she had encountered during the occasional lecture.
"I just... wanted to see you."
There was a moment of silence between the two as they held their eye contact. Lily and Nowak seemed to be making calculations of what to say. Should she leave and pretend that she had never come? Maybe she could skip the rest of his lectures and just avoid him on campus.
"You see me twice a week in class, Ms. Fairchild."
"It's different," Lily whispered.
"Not very - you sit front and middle."
"It's not as intimate."
"So you're looking for intimacy?"
Lily's eyes widened, and she felt hot with embarrassment. This was certainly not what she had planned for office hours, and by the dust of red on Nowak's cheeks she imagined it wasn't what he'd planned either.
"Talk to me, Fairchild. What are you here for?"
"I'm here for you," she admitted, breaking their eye contact and staring, mortified, at her feet.
"Do you want to know why I was late today?" Nowak murmured.
Lily looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were softer, and his elbows rested on his desk, hands supporting his chin. His face was closer to hers, and her heart was pounding in her chest.
"Sure."
"I was preparing to see you. I knew you would be here, waiting like always. I considered not coming at all and emailing everyone saying I was sick."
"Oh," she was surprised, and hurt. She didn't realize he disliked her so much.
"Seeing you is exhausting, Lily. Every lecture, every office hour, every time I close my eyes."
Nowak was slowly leaning further and further towards Lily as he continued to speak.
"Your attentive eyes following my every move, your perfume lingering in my office, you know sometimes I even find one of your hairs on my jacket," he let out a forced laugh.
"I can't escape you, not when I'm here, not when I'm home, not when I'm in my car, not when I'm in the shower - you follow me everywhere."
Lily's breathing grew shallow, "Professor..."
"Stop, don't... don't speak. I can't take it anymore. Either get out of my office, or stay and lock the door."
A smile broke out on Lily's face, and she stood, abandoning her bag on the floor. She moved quickly to the door and turned the lock before facing Nowak and leaning her back against the door. She was breathless - how many sleepless nights had she spent fantasizing about this exact scenario? Of him stopping the lecture and bending her over his desk? Of her kneeling under his desk and sucking him off while he sat in meetings? Lily had spent so much of her time wanting this man.
Professor Nowak stood and drew his curtains across, smirking. Lily was growing wet with anticipation already. So desperate to have her fantasies become a reality.
"How many times have you come to these office hours with this in mind?" Nowak asked, carefully placing his jacket on the back of his chair.
"Every time, Professor. I've never needed extra help... I just wanted to be close to you," Lily replied.
"Dirty girl."
Nowak moved with authority and poise as he positioned himself in front of his desk, leaning back against the hardwood.
"What did you want from me, Ms. Fairchild? Extra credit?" He teased, smirking as his head tilted to the side.
"No! Nothing like that. I just wanted to feel you."
"Feel me how, Ms. Fairchild? Tell me about these fantasies of yours."
Lily crossed her arms nervously, embarrassed at the idea of confessing her lewd dreams to her Professor.
"Lily... If you don't tell me about how you've misbehaved, how am I supposed to punish you?"
Lily's eyes widened as Nowak began unbuckling his belt. He slid off the leather belt and began folding it in half, snapping it once when it was in place.
"I wanted to feel you inside me, Professor," Lily whispered.
Nowak began moving towards her, "Be more specific, Fairchild. What part of me? Which hole of yours?"
"Please," Lily whimpered, "I- I don't think I can say it."
Nowak placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up, "In that case, answer a different question. How many lectures of mine have you been
distracted
?"
Lily swallowed, her mouth feeling suddenly dry, "all of them."
Nowak clicked his tongue in disapproval and leaned in closer, his nose brushing against hers, "That's a lot of my time you've wasted, isn't it, Fairchild? Ignoring me in lectures, showing up to office hours when you don't need help... That's quite
naughty,
don't you think?"
Lily tried to nod, but his finger held her in place, "Yes, Sir."
"Does thirty sound fair?"
Lily's eyes widened, "thirty
what,
Sir?"
"Swats."
"I- I don't know, thirty sounds like a lot!" Lily whined.
