Sitting in his class, I couldn't concentrate.
Yes, it was the middle of the school year when classes feel so long and you can't learn another thing, but this was something else.
My best friend Shelley lost her virginity at a frat party last week and all I keep thinking about is: "
Ana, when is it your turn?
"
I've had boyfriends before, but every time they tried to go "below the belt" I wasn't into it. I played with girls but again, couldn't get past the sushi. I've always wanted to be ravaged, owned, loved, desired. But at 20, no one I've ever "dated" made me swoon.
Until now, my Econ professor.
He is tall, blond, rugged. I heard he was in the Air Force prior to teaching and he looked like he was still fresh out of his flight suit. Brains AND Braun. So not fair.
The girls line up after class just to have a chance to flirt with him. He brushes them all off and returns to his desk. He's always so polite and chivalrous.
But WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO DAMN HOT
?
He doesn '
t even know I exist.
100 students in this lecture hall.
This is a fantasy. A little girl's dream.
Shelley stopped me in the quad to ask if I wanted to go to a baseball game this weekend. Her father was CEO of an auto dealership and gave his VIP box seats to her. Let's see, study for mid-terms or go hang out at a live sports event with sexy AF baseball players and the men who love watching them. 100% I'll be there.
Best way to get over a childish fantasy is to create another one. Maybe if I just have casual sex, I won't put that much pressure on me or anyone else. I need to have sex soon or I might implode.
My parents are skiing this weekend so I am headed home.
This would have been a perfect time to have a boyfriend and have sex all weekend long
.
Get your head together Ana, you need to chill the F out
.
I packed up my stuff and headed to the parental unit's place. I took a bath in their master suite and made my way to my bed. Towel wrapped around me. I pulled up a "SEX" music playlist and lit a candle.
Shit, someone was in their room. Oh... OH!
"Professor, how did you get into my parent's room?" I say.
He closes my bedroom door. He smiles: "Anabelle, I think we need to further discuss how you are going to get your grades up?"
"I'm so sorry Professor, I am really trying. I just don't know what to do."
He gently pulls the towel off of me and grabs a pillow to lay on the edge of the bed. He bends me over the pillow and spreads my legs. He moves behind me. I hear him loosen his belt buckle and unzip his jeans. I feel the heat from the head of his cock touch the back of my legs as he steps out of his clothes. His one hand puts pressure on the small of my back. I am dripping wet. He feels it. His other hand reaches between my thighs until it reaches the swollen bud. My body naturally rocks back and forth against the pillow as he says to me:
"I will teach you what to do.'
As soon as the head of his cock slides up and down between my liquid lips I feel the pressure mounting. My whole body begins to heat up and convulse.
"Oh my God Professor, I am going to.... CUUUUUUUUUM!
I fall forward onto the bed and in an instant I realize, it was only a dream and...
I wet the bed.
________
The day of the game was like any other day. Not a cloud in the sky. I wore a tight white tank top with a barely there bralette, a denim mini skirt with the baseball team's logo on my panties, hightop sneakers and two braids in my dark brown hair with a baseball cap to top it all off.
Shelley's father did us right. The box was filled with 20 adults. The beer was being served and the sausages were a plenty. Shelley found the boy who took her virginity and I was left alone with my devices.
Which one of these men could I take home with me,
I thought.
Get your game face on. Strut your stuff. How grown up am I. My own house, my VIP experience, my determination. I am so cool.
That is, until I saw HIM.
OMFG. The Professor is in this box.
Go to the bathroom Ana, quick
.
Makeup: Check
Hair: Cute: Check
Teeth: Breath: Clean: Check
Panties: WET: FUCK.
Trying to be cool, I grab a beer and "casually" walk past my professor. I excuse myself in front of a row of men and arch my back as I pass the professor so he could see the edge of my panties and feel the energy of my pheromones. Other men took notice too.
One man stood up behind the professor and said "You'd have a better view if you sit up here."
MY professor turned around and said "She's fine here." And looked me dead in the eye saying "Isn't that right Anabelle?"
Holy Fucking Shit. He knows who I am and I could just die right here, right now.
I lost all ability to think for myself. I couldn't look at anyone else in that space except for my gorgeous blue eyed professor. He barely touched my hand to urge me to sit down next to him and I acquiesced without a thought. The man sat back down and drank his beer sullenly. I just turned towards the game keeping my legs tightly wound, knees together, not sure of what the Hell just happened.