I had hoped I was on time, but alas. I reached Professor Layt's class three minutes late. I knew I would get shouted at and a talk to about tardiness, but when she shouts at me, and she regularly does, I can't seem to take her seriously. Maybe it's the fact that she's only five years older than me. Maybe it's because she's so incredibly fucking hot. Either way, it's hard to take her seriously.
"Mr Portman. You are late. Please stay after class," Professor Layt says the instant I take my seat. I comply, sitting through the whole lecture, imagining what I'll have to endure. Would it be RA duty? More lectures? Finally, the lecture is over, and I walk down to her desk, awaiting punishment. Professor Layt looks at me. "Look, Aiden. This is the third time you're late in a week. Your grades are also going down. Are you okay?" she asks.
"Yeah," I nod. She shows me more of my grades.
"Aiden, your best grade is a C+. How can I help you?"
At this point, I become conscious of a raging boner that's suddenly sprung up. I'm in full view of Professor Layt's beautiful young cleavage. She's leaning forward in her chair. Is she teasing me? Does she want me as much as I want her? I can see the tip of her panties peeking out of her skirt, and my boner goes into overdrive.
"Aiden. I'm available for tutoring on Mondays."
I don't even hear her. I just nod my head, discreetly staring at her beautiful tits and panties. Professor Layt stands up. "We're here for you," she says, and she hugs me. I hope she doesn't feel my hard boner.
Professor Layt
I'll admit, I was surprised to find out that Aiden was hard on when I hugged him. I felt his penis, poking into my pelvis. If that was its full potential, I wouldn't be disappointed if my future husband was as large as Aiden. But I shouldn't be fantasizing over a student. What had I done that had him so hard on? I had leaned forward, yes, but that was to make him feel unthreatened. Maybe I had subconsciously wanted to show off my D-cup boobs. At night, I couldn't stop masturbating to him, imagining that it was his penis that was penetrating my pussy, not my fingers, imagining that he was making love to me. In, out, in, out. My fingers can't hold a candle to his size, but it works. I squirted so much, I had to change the sheets. Now I wanted him. I wanted him bad.
Two weeks later
Today is the mid term awards ceremony. I'll be handing out the awards to my classes, and other professors for their own respective classes. After flirting with Aiden for two weeks during our tutoring, I could feel our mutual sexual and physical attraction. I love him for the funny, charming guy he is. And his huge penis. Tonight, I decided, was the night I would make the first move. Waiting for my class to be called, I sat in the front row of professors.
My name was called, and I was to announce and give out the awards. After about three names, I discovered that Aiden had an award. "Outstanding Achievement in Band". Apparently he's an excellent saxophone player.
As he came on stage to receive his award, I hugged him, making sure I'm pressing my boobs into his chest. I also subtly reached down and squeezed his (hard on) penis. He looked at me in shock, and I whispered to him. "Meet me in my room for our tutoring session at 5:00 pm."
Aiden