It was early morning and the fog was rising, leaving a vale of white, halfway above the path and throughout the rest of the woods. Beth took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the moist grass. The sun cast beautiful shadows on the ground, as the rays streamed through the trees; which is one of the reasons she loved to walk at this time in the morning. It was quiet and peaceful with only the sounds of passing cars in the distance and the occasional bird calling. The morning was cool. She could smell wood burning as the wind gently tousled her hair around her face. It felt like invisible fingers on her cheeks. As she walked, she fantasized about his fingers touching her and caressing her; her neck, her breasts and her waist. God, how she longed for his touch. She couldn't even remember the details of his face anymore, it had been so long. She struggled to remember how it all started, trying to refuel the fantasy.
It had been about three days since Beth started taking Professor King's accounting class. She was an art student and academics were not her thing but she needed one more business credit to get her diploma. Accounting seemed to make sense. After all she would have to manage her own books, when and if her work ever made a profit. She had just attended a two hour seminar about her future in the Design program. It stressed the importance of loving your work and art for pleasure, more so than profit and starving artists and blah, blah, blah.
Beth created because she loved it but wasn't sure if she was driven enough to commit her life to such a huge 'what if'. She seriously re-evaluated whether she would even continue with the design program at all or look into taking something more practical and profitable. Finally, she decided that if nothing else came of her art, she could fall back on bookkeeping, so she enrolled in accounting.
It was 1:50 pm when Beth got to the class room; there wasn't anyone there yet so she found her usual table at the back, as far away from the professor's desk as possible and got out her books. She figured she had to take the course, but she didn't have to like it and she certainly didn't plan on being an active part of the class, so the back of the room was the place to be. 'Better to go unnoticed', was her life mantra.
Then Professor King walked in. He was average height, maybe 6 feet, about 40 - 45 and devastatingly handsome by Beth's standards. He was clean shaven and wore glasses. He had dirty blonde hair and a goatee that had started to grey, making him look very distinguished. He had broad shoulders and strong arms. Beth was thankful that the school had no policy against short sleeves so she could drink in the sinew of his forearms and the little bit of bicep that was visible. His 'rear assets' were accentuated by his casual and perfectly fitted khaki cargos.
Beth's chin rested on her hand as she gazed dreamily at him, unaware that he had noticed her. Her insides muddled as she stared at his body, imagining it up close and personal with hers. Oblivious to what she was thinking, he smiled at her and her breath caught with his acknowledgement; she turned beet red. Oh God, she thought, and busied herself with her books.
"Good morning sunshine." Professor King said in his warm, confident voice. Beth melted and struggled to keep her crimson tide at bay.
He was the reason this class was even remotely bearable. She could listen to him recite the phone book, which was definitely a bonus to his good looks, because although she had no problems with the work, the class was very boring.
"G-Good morning." She said looking up only long enough to address him.
At first Beth had trouble looking him in the eyes, not able to manage any real kind of eye contact. Professor King noticed and was flattered by her bashfulness. He tried valiantly not to think about how cute she looked when she blushed, attempting to keep the teacher/student borders un-penetrable. A battle he would eventually lose, because over the next few weeks the attraction intensified.
Everyday she would arrive earlier and earlier to class just to share space with him; alone. She would try, rather pathetically, to talk to him about anything, sometimes asking the silliest questions just to hear his voice. When he spoke to the class, his tone was very cold and sharp; but when he directed his conversation to her, it was warmer and smoother like a wonderful Acappella folk song. The kind she'd heard as a lullaby her whole life. Her body reacted to Professor King no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. When he looked at her out of the corner of his eye, her insides turned to goo. When he passed her in the hall, she would shiver and her nipples would stiffen. He caught her off guard once, while in line in the cafeteria. He said hello from behind her, inches from her ear. The moisture from his breath travelling straight to her core. She lost her concentration, bumped into the person ahead of her and dropped her entire tray of food.
Professor King was becoming sexually aware of her too. Beth would come to class in low cut tee shirts and short skirts. He couldn't help but admire her exquisite physique, with her tight ass and tight tan legs and the smell of her shiny long brown hair. She was very slim, but still had the stark contrast between her wide hips and tiny waist. That paired with perfect breasts, would make any red-blooded man mad with desire.
Eventually they both eagerly anticipated their class time, before and after. Beth would pretend not to understand the work so that she could stay after class for extra help, hoping for a bit of non verbal foreplay. She was very attuned to his presence. The affect it had on her body was stimulating, energizing and at the very least, gave her fuel enough to take matters into her own hands, when she was alone at night in her bed.
Not only had Beth become a glutton for punishment, returning time and time again for his erotic abuse; but Professor King sadistically yearned to make her squirm and blush, consequently torturing himself as well. He fed off of her reaction when he invaded her personal space and would lean over her shoulder, under the guise of examining her work just to watch her tremble and hear her breath quicken. He wanted, no, needed to be near her, to smell her, to feel her quiver against his chest. Dangerously, he attempted to get close to her, speaking into the shell of her ear and delighting in the way her breath would catch. He stared down into her vibrant, pulsing green eyes and marvelled at the way they instantly darkened with desire. When she stood before him, his eyes travelled over her body and he relished the way her nipples pebbled beneath her shirt at nothing more than the touch of his gaze. The electricity between them threatened to drive him insane.
A wave of heat would wash over her; starting at her feet and gradually moving up her legs. It heated up her inner thighs and caressed her core, leaving her wet and agitated. When it reached her breasts it made her nipples stiffen against her tight tee shirt. Professor King noticed when it happened and found himself becoming aroused. She would squirm in her seat, trying to get comfortable in her slippery wetness. As the heat rose to her face she would breathe faster, almost panting and then she would blush; her cheeks first and then her ears, her neck and her décolleté. The entire exchange would happen daily.
While Professor King was at the board giving a lecture Beth would often fantasize about him. One day she imagined herself walking up behind him; sliding her hands deep into his pockets; pressing her already charged body against his back; grabbing his hot, swollen cock in her hand from inside his pocket. She took in a long deep breath imagining his smell. She craved the taste of him and subconsciously raised her fingers to her lips. The fire inside her was too much to handle as she began squirming provocatively in her seat. The guys in the class were becoming aroused watching her. The girls began whispering just loud enough for her to hear.
Beth opened her eyes and snapped back to reality only to see all the eyes of the class on her, including Professor King. She was mortified. She blushed and with tears in her eyes, gathered her things in haste and ran from the class. She could hear the snickering from her class mates as she ran down the hall.
Professor King tried to bring the class back to order, but to no avail, so he decided to dismiss them. He was sympathetic to her embarrassment; but was deeply disturbed by the fact that he might be the cause of it. Much to his surprise his feelings for her were stronger than he wanted to admit. He wanted to run after her but knew if he had, it would appear inappropriate so he remained in the class. He couldn't stop thinking about her though. It distracted him for the rest of the day. He was very relieved when the day was over, and decided he would have to talk to Beth about what happened. He wasn't sure what he would say but he had to try and make taking his class a little less uncomfortable for her. At home that evening his sleep was disrupted by thoughts of her.
The next day Beth wasn't in class and Professor King realized he missed her. For the next few days, he could think of nothing but her. By now a rumour had circulated throughout campus about an affair between the two of them. Even his colleagues were teasing him in the staff room about Beth's apparent infatuation with him. He desperately wanted to defend her but worried it would make him appear guilty.
In the evening, while he was alone in his apartment he thought about Beth; her shy smile with perfect white teeth; her smell, a blend of coconut and lilac. He loved the way she looked at him, like she wanted to be with him, regardless of where they were or who might see them.
For the first time such thoughts of her made him rock hard. With his eyes closed and his head back, he put his hand in his track pants and started stroking himself while he fantasized about her. He imagined her straddling him in his chair, his hands gripping her firm ass and sliding her slowly up and down his hard shaft. Her wet pussy making sucking noises as she moans her enjoyment. She grabs his shoulders and begins moving herself; rocking her pelvis forward and back and around and around. He is keeping time to her rhythm, pushing and pulling her as she loses herself. Her long hair drapes over her breast leaving only her erect nipples exposed. Then she throws her head back, exposing her bare breasts. He sits up and begins to nibble and suck them. His hands slide from her ass up her sweaty back and he pulls her close burying his face in her breasts. She runs her fingers through his hair and presses his head into her chest. Their pace quickens as they both come closer; his grunting gets louder as she quiets. The thrusting is replaced with pounding and he is less able to hold on. With one final thrust and one loud groan he explodes deep inside of her.
That evening he slept like a baby.
Beth's phone rang about 4 times a day for weeks. She was trying to decide what she wanted to do about school. By now the embarrassment wasn't the issue. She really didn't know if Art was what she wanted anymore. She was never going back to his class, that she knew for sure; she couldn't be around professor King anymore but maybe she could try some other business course next semester. The fact that she hadn't been at school for a month now wasn't that big of a deal; she was always way ahead with her assignments, but people were getting concerned that something else might be wrong. She didn't have friends in school but there were a few acquaintances that thought she had been gone long enough. Not all the phone calls were from other professors or students though. He had called her almost everyday at least once, but stopped leaving messages. She thought about calling him back; and then thought better of it and deleted the calls.
