It was my last class of the day. I was so tired since I had been having trouble sleeping. It was my last semester of my graduate program and I felt defeated. The finish line was so close so I had to hang on. 6 years of college was going to be enough for me.
I particularly enjoyed this class. It was taught by a young, handsome professor. Dr. Thomas Patterson. He was over 6 feet tall, with jet black medium-length hair, dark brown eyes, a full beard in which he maintained well, a fit body, and a cute smile. He was only 36, which was 10 years older than me.
He had charisma and could charm the pants off a snake. He was extremely intelligent and interesting. I mostly daydream about what it would be like to have sex with him on his desk. I found myself dressing up and staying late talking to him to try and get his attention.
I have no idea if he would even be attracted to me. I was short, 5'3", with a mop of brunette curls, my face is shaped like a heart, my nose is a round button, my face is scattered with freckles, and my eyes are big, round, and the color of emeralds. I have small b cup breasts, but my round butt and hourglass figure hopefully made up for it.
Most of my classes are held during the evening. His class started at 6 pm and ended at 8 pm. I was running late trying to give my hair more time to dry from showering. It was a cold, November afternoon, and the temperature was dropping as the sun begin to set in the sky.
I threw on a tight, green cashmere tunic over black tights. No underwear, I didn't like feeling constricted. I pulled on some flats and headed out the door. In the car I decided to put on some mascara, I enjoyed batting my eyes at Dr. Patterson.
I drove to the college with the radio turned up singing along to some 80s pop song everyone knows. I pulled into the darkened parking lot. There were a few cars scattered about, but nothing like it would be during the day. That's the great thing about evening classes, not many people. However, the lot looked more scarce than usual.
I grabbed my bag and headed into the barren building. Clocks ticked on the walls, and posters of smiling faces taking part in community service lined the halls. Dusty trophy cabinets sat untouched. It was almost eerie. His classroom was on the second floor at the end of the hallway near his office.
When I made it to the floor and rounded the corner I didn't see the light on in the classroom or hear voices. Confused, I checked my phone to look at the date and time. It was the right day of the week and the right time.
However, I saw a low light coming from his office. I walked over slowly. I saw Dr Patterson sitting at his desk reading over a paper. I cleared my throat
"I must have missed something," I chuckled when his surprised eyes met mine.
"Alex, hi, yes. I sent an email but it was a bit last minute. I have a terrible headache. I'm sorry you wasted your time driving over here," his voice was smooth.
I realized he was brewing coffee in a pot on the shelf in the corner. His office was a bit cluttered. Books and papers filled each shelf and surface, art lined the walls. The low lamp light cast a shadow on his gorgeous face.
"It's okay, I need to check my email more often." I paused. We made eye contact again and I blushed.
"Would you like some coffee since you're here? It's from Brazil," he offered.
My heart skipped, "That sounds great, thank you." I smiled and stepped inside. I took a seat on the leather loveseat near his desk. He produced two mugs from his filing cabinet. One was tie-dye and the other said "Congrats Grad", that was the cup he handed me.
"I was hoping the caffeine would help my head," he chuckled, "I like your last paper, it was so detailed. I'm impressed," he smiled at me, his teeth were perfect.
I was taking a sip of coffee as he said this. I hurried and swallowed and sat it on the small table beside the couch.
"Thank you so much. I enjoyed the prompt you gave," I blushed.
He took a sip of his coffee and looked me over. My face was hot.
"I loved how you explained the main characters' sexual desire and the difference between love and lust. Her admiration and feeling enamored with the antagonist was her downfall. She changed herself for no reason in the end," he stated.
I loved hearing his takeaways from my writing, I wonder if he knew he was my muse, "I sort of left it open, so maybe there's hope for the couple to be together, even if just sexually." I felt bold and looked him in his eyes while I said this.
He continued to sip his coffee. A smile crossed his pursed lips. He shuffled through a pile of papers and stood up. He walked over and sat down beside me. I could smell his cologne. He smelled like amber, bergamot, and deep musk.
"Since you're here I'd like to show you some ideas for future writing prompts,"
he handed the paper to me.
I read over a few of the prompts, but it was hard to focus on reading feeling his breath so close to my face. He moved closer to me and pointed at the bottom prompt
"Does the wording make sense to you? I just wasn't sure," he leaned forward toward the paper. His leg was touching mine. I started to sweat. He put his hand out and pointed at a couple of lines.
His hand lingered on the page. When he pulled it back he brushed my leg. I shivered. Goosebumps popped up across my body. My breath caught in my throat and I'm sure he noticed.
"You look nice in this sweater," he said. He touched my shoulder and rubbed the material, "Wow, so soft."
I felt like I couldn't breathe. My legs felt heavy and there was a warmth growing between my legs. I turned toward him slightly and looked at him under my lashes.
"It brings out your eyes-" he continued-"I hope it's okay I'm touching you?" he finished but didn't move his hand.
"Of course." I breathed.
"You're an excellent student... so much potential in your writing. I know some people write their stories from a personal level... have you done that?" he was massaging my arm now.
"I, um... more of a fantasy really." I felt myself blushing harder.
He ran his hand down my arm and put it on my thigh, "Maybe an in-depth experience will help your writing... what do you think?" he began to move his hand to my inner thigh.
I can't believe this was happening. I turned more to him and went for it. I dropped the paper. I grabbed his bearded face in my hands and pulled his lips into mine. My breathing became heavy as he began to run his hands over my body.
He lifted my shirt off and threw it down. He pawed at my breasts, massaging them. He kissed across my neck, sucking hard around my collarbone. I moaned with pleasure. He unhooked my bra with one hand and tossed it on the floor as well.
The wetness between my legs was almost embarrassing. I unbuttoned his shirt, trying not to rip it off of him.
He was toned, slim, and had a tattoo of a raven on his shoulder. I ran my hand across it.
"His name is Poe." He winked at me.
I giggled. He pushed me back on the couch and kissed down my stomach. He made it to my tights. He ran a hand over my crotch.
"No underwear? What a dirty girl," he teased with a wink, "do you like these?" he asked pulling on my waistband.
"They're comfortable?" I said, confused.
He took his hands and ripped a hole in the crotch, he kept stretching it until my whole pussy and asshole were out. I squealed with delight.
With no hesitation, he dove his head between my thighs. He lifted my legs with his hands. He licked and flicked his tongue from my clit to my asshole making me yelp.
"Fuck, Dr.Patterson!" I groaned as he sucked my clit with force. I enjoyed the way his beard tickled my skin.
He slapped my ass hard, "You can call me sir."
My ass cheek stung from his slap, I loved it.
He expertly moved his tongue around every crevice of my pussy. He dropped one of my legs onto his shoulders and stuck two fingers in my wet hole. My walls were tight around them.
"Add another sir, please. Make me cum all over your face." I begged. I wasn't innocent. I could take a lot in my hungry hole.
"Are you a gaping slut? I'll just put my whole fist in you," he said dropping my other leg and smacking my ass until it jiggled a few times.
"Oh fuck. I don't know about that," I said, some anxiety rising in my voice.
"It's okay, Alex, you'll love it," he smiled up at me mischievously.
I felt him pull out and push 4 fingers to the 2nd knuckle. I felt so full already. He used his free hand to rub my clit in small circles. My breathing was heavy.
"Deep breaths," he cooed as he rubbed my mound.
He was having issues getting past his thumb and the widest part of his hand. I could feel his fist stretching me completely. It was painful but not enough to stop.
