Thanks to Sensha for editing assistance with this story.
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After practically a semester of classes, he could almost swear that there was something different in that student's look, something beyond a simple interest in semiotics. And now the girl was standing in front of him in that peculiar and somewhat suggestive manner of hers, in the very garment always worn in the teacher's reveries -- a pale gray skirt below the knees, made of a lightweight fabric which dangled gracefully as she came and went across the classroom. Came... and went... came... and went...
"Professor."
"Huh?"
"Here's the review. It would be nice if you could correct it for me before the final. Read the attachment afterwards, please," and it seemed to him that she had followed the remark with a slightly mischievous grin. No, that was probably just his imagination...
"Okay. If you like, I can take a look at it now. Just wait a minute. You can pull that chair."
It was turning out better than she had planned -- he would read the text right there in front of his assistants and the passers by the small room in the Visual Arts Department. That would be, in addition to exciting, very, very fun.
In less than five minutes of analysis, his opinion had already been announced:
"Excellent," he raised his eyebrows while giving back the review, really impressed, and received in return two other sheets.
She watched attentively the nuances of expression on his handsome face as he, concentrated, read the attachment. Was it the beginning of a smile on his lips? If yes, her wish was for it to take a more defined shape.
The first two paragraphs of the text suggested a story whose main characters were a teacher and a student, presented in a context exactly like that, the routine situation of a task's delivery. He ran wide-eyed by the lines already anticipating the outcome of the story -- imprudent and passionate sex in one of the college's restrooms. The meticulous style of the narrative sharpened his imagination, which instantly made a quill pen drawing of the scene.
Agitated by the boldness of her attitude, he ran his hand through his hair, fixed his posture, cleared his throat. All his body language showed not only an obvious discomfort, but also a fierce desire. Although none of the two assistants was able to identify what was printed or the impact of this reading underneath his pants, he strove his best to look natural. The more he tried to disguise, the more he seemed nervous, and the more the student had fun.
The teacher had no idea what to do. His will was to grab her, pull her clothes in the style of the story and throw her completely stripped on his desk to kiss her whole body, if he could wait long enough to do this before slipping inside. But, even though he knew she wanted it too, at that moment there was absolutely nothing he could do about that. How frustrating it was, after all those months of quiet expectation...
Half of the story was still to come and his imagination was already running loose. If no action was taken immediately, he would just end up doing something stupid.
"Look, I'm afraid I'll need more time to read this... text. Can you come back in ten minutes?"
As one who points a small problem to be solved, he bowed his head slightly toward the distracted assistants. Oh, always so serious. She loved this restrained manner of his.
"Okay. I'll be back," she replied in a low voice so that only he could hear her, and smiled, despite the grave air of the interlocutor.
As promised, ten minutes later the student was back. The teacher's door had been closed and, surprisingly enough, there was no one even near it. The whole department was complete silence. Composedly, she stepped forward and knocked three times.
"Come on in," he said. It seemed that, by the softness and tempo of the knocks, he just knew it was her.
He got rid of the pages that were still in his hands only when it came the time to grab her. That was so crazy... Among all the reactions she had imagined, this one was undoubtedly the most wanted -- and less likely, due to the teacher's methodical air, but inexplicably it was what was happening now.
The intense kiss, the manly body all pressed against hers and the contact of his hard cock caused an excitement so strong that was almost distressing. If her sex had responded immediately to the touch of his hands in her arms, she now longed for a much more intimate caress. When he let her go for a moment to lock the door, she felt the need to shore her body up on the table. Despite slightly numb inside, it seemed wide alert to every touch of the teacher.
They kissed again while exchanging intimate and rushed strokes. She let him remove her clothes, piece by piece, until there were not even her panties left, and then accepted his gaze as if it was a caress. Being completely naked in front of a man completely dressed -- and especially a man like that -- turned out to be a very exciting situation. He put his fingers between her thighs and then easily slid them into her, trying to remember the last time he had seen a woman get that wet.
"Even better than I had imagined," she thought, smiling. His fingers were moving inside her, causing little spasms.
