All characters are fictional, over 18, and are simply for the purposes of recreational reading. This story contains teacher/student and cuckold themes as listed in its tags.
An array of colors littered the sky as a gust of wind scattered the paper like a splash of warmth across everything. The dropping leaves this time of the year were spectacular in the small town.
Worsec University was a small liberal arts college nestled in the little town that seemed like a portal to an earlier time. The quaint streets and grid of sidewalks were adorned with pristine landscaping. The crosswalks and storefronts maintained the character of their origin. No one worried about walking late, being in an alley after dark, and probably half the town never locked their vehicles or front doors.
Professor Allen Sedgwick listened to the rhythmic tap of his shoes on the concrete as he briskly journeyed past the park and towards the campus lawn. His abode was a short walk to his lecture hall, which made for a pleasant way to prepare for class each day.
His computer and notes tucked into his dark stained leather bag slung over his shoulder, atop the pad of his tweed jacket. A warm cup of coffee heated his insides as he sipped it along the way.
The brick building swelled in his view as he approached, and the congestion of students increased the closer he got. The chatter buzzed amongst the students near the entrance.
A pair of eyes would catch his, and he'd nod in recognition, a smile, nod or wave would be returned. Terry, one of his more dedicated students, stood near the door as he approached.
Sedgwick nodded as he approached the young man, "Terry."
"Hey Prof, looking forward to the discussion today," the young man said.
"Oh, great! Hopefully I can keep at least half the class from dozing off for the first half," Sedgwick jested.
Terry politely opened the door for him, and the professor thanked him before making his way down the halls.
The speckled flooring of the hall were edged in beautiful oak molding, and solid wood doors lined it, leading to each room.
His destination was at the end of the hall. He looked forward to his few minutes of arriving to an empty room before his students clamored in to fill the seats.
On his desk, he emptied his satchel piece by piece. His laptop was placed in the center of the desk, then his handwritten notes just to the right corner, and a pen to the left of that. Sipping his coffee and opening his computer, he pressed power, and waited for the start screen to load.
The sounds of students pouring into the halls chattered from outside the room. Like a leaky faucet slowly becoming worse. The flow then trickled through the door, slowly gaining volume until there were more filled seats than empty ones.
Sedgwick peered over the nearly full lecture hall. Most chattered to their neighbors, glanced at their notes, or loaded their computers.
As his eyes crawled over the tapestry of young adults, they stopped for a moment on a set of eyes, peering directly into his. As they met, the beautiful blonde, bit the bottom of her lip, as a swell of breath rose in her, almost like a light gasp. Her piercing blue eyes not moving or shifting away from his, as he felt the warm flood of blood working it's supply to below his belt.
Sedgwick took a deep breath, happy to be behind his desk, and decided to glance back over his notes, hoping to cool down from the brief exchange.
The last few students filed in, taking their seats. The professor had focused all his attention on the subject he was about to present.
"We will be continuing our dive into conditioned triggers and the physiological responses associated with them. For those who missed the lecture yesterday, we covered the process of conditioning, both in an intentional and unintentional case."
As his eyes shifted across the room they paused at a particular angle. Within this view Sedgwick locked on a gaze meeting his, peering upward from her desk, the glisten of perspiration forming across her brow.
He couldn't help but notice her soft hand, with pink polish coating her nails, was resting on her thigh. Her little skirt was hiked up a little under her desk, showing a little pink pair of panties,with a dark wet spot forming at the conjunction of her legs.
Their eyes locked for a moment, her lip curling to a smirk, before he stumbled over his words for a second, and broke from the look.
The professor made a conscious effort to avoid looking at her section of the room as he peered across the students and spoke.
Allen sighed a breath of relief as this period's lecture had finally arrived. Unlike the first class, his next was filled with no further surprises, and lunch break had come quickly.
Retiring to his office, after collecting his lunch pail, he closed the door behind himself and flopped into his comfortable leather desk chair.
A ferocious appetite had overcome him, as he pounded down the simple sandwich he had made for himself the night before.
Allen turned his chair and stood up, walking to his window to watch the beautiful day for a moment. A slight breeze pushed across the terrain, students sauntered from one part of campus to another, while others sat on the grass and watched the sky or read a book.
Flashes from this morning of Mina's wet little panties, invaded his serenity, causing his member to once again swell. Luckily, he was in the privacy of his office, and had time to try to redirect his thoughts before returning to the room where he'd finish out his classes for the day.
Allen had never given into any sort of indiscretion in his career, despite the countless gorgeous young women he could have given more attention. Why this little minx had such a grip on his brain, had him quite flustered.
The sundown came with a breezy chill as Sedgewick walked up to his modest house. He was glad to step into the warmth of his house and pour himself a bourbon.
The silence in his house was deafening, and his general sense of unrest nagged at him. Thoughts of the day passed through his mind, but the one that gripped him most was following the piercing blue eyes down below the desk...
His cock filled quickly, straining against the fabric of his trousers. Leaning back in his recliner, he undid his pants and let his aching member spring out from it's confines. Spitting in his hand, he lubed his shaft and began pumping it's length, imagining the sounds of the wet little cunt bouncing on his dick.
Shortly after starting he erupted, blasting his seed across his chest, the post- nut clarity reminding him that he couldn't cross that boundary.
The following day, Sedgewick, determined to focus on his lecture, found himself looking anywhere but towards Mina. If he simply just didn't look her way...he wouldn't notice the tight form fitting sweater, failing to hide her hard nipples peeking out from her braless tits. Nor would he noticed the black lace panties hiding very little between her spread..."fuck," he looked.
Their eyes locked, as his brain failed him and he tripped over his words for a second. Her gaze pierced right through him, as she placed the capped end of her pin to her lips and swirled her tongue around the tip, then smirked.
Looking away and walking back behind his desk, he regained his composure, continuing with the lecture and glad to hide his arousal from the entire class.
Reminded of his resolve, he continued to avoid looking her way until the class came to an end. At least that would be the end of that today.
The evening eventually came, with a cold autumn downpour. The heavy rain drops smacking his window, in his office, made sure to remind him of his umbrella hanging from the coat rack.
"What a gloomy fucking night," he thought to himself as he trudged across the wet sidewalk towards faculty parking.
Perhaps it was the weather, but Allen thought of the meals he could make at home and just didn't feel like putting in the effort. So, instead of taking his usual path home he drove towards town.
