I sat at my desk, absentmindedly twirling a pen between my fingers as I reviewed the lecture notes for tomorrow. The campus was quiet now, the kind of silence that settles after a busy day, leaving only the distant hum of the city beyond. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the windows of my office. I should have gone home by now, but my thoughts were restless, drifting towards a certain student who had been occupying my mind more than I cared to admit.
Mei had been in my class for a few weeks now, a transfer student from China. The same country I was from. At first, she was shy, barely speaking above a whisper when called upon. I remember the first time she had walked into my lecture hall, her petite frame almost lost in the oversized hoodie she wore. She seemed so delicate, so unsure, that I found myself wanting to reach out to her, to make her feel welcome. I remembered how I also was very shy and insecure when I first came from China to the USA.
But things had changed.
Mei had found a circle of friends, and with them came a transformation. It was subtle at first--her wardrobe shifted from loose, comfortable clothes to something more stylish. I realized that she looked just like a young pornstar Lulu Chu. Her confidence blossomed, and with it, a new energy that radiated from her. She had started dating one of the football players, a towering muscular white quarterback who seemed to bring out a side of her I hadn't seen before. He was all smiles and charm, and together, they were an unexpected but striking pair.
But it was more than just her newfound confidence that caught my attention. Mei had begun to seek me out after class, her questions lingering on topics far beyond the course material. She would smile in a way that made my heart skip a beat, her eyes lingering just a moment too long. I'd catch her glancing at me and I couldn't deny the pull I felt. I had only dated boys before but it was always something exciting in someone flirting with you, even if it was a girl or student.
Some background about me. I moved to the USA 10 years ago to work as a Chinese professor with a minor in ethics studies here at UCLA. I was shy at first and had trouble finding the English words but I noticed many white men looking at me with big smiles I guess because I had the typical Asian petite body but with a much larger pair of tits than most girls my age.
It was my first boyfriend Andrew who snatched me up first and gave me my English name: Asa. Only many months later we were no longer together and I had started using the name in official work situations that I found that he chose the name Asa from an Asian pornstar that looked very similar to me. To this day no one has commented on my name but I see many react, especially men when I say my name Asa.
My first boyfriend also encouraged me to be more confident and dress more feminine. I now every day where high heels, skirts or dresses. He also used my credit card to replace all my underwear drawer with skimpy thongs and gstrings that I now think is a fun exciting secret to wear when I teach my students.
Today, Mei had lingered again, waiting until the last student had filed out before approaching me. She was dressed in a short flared skirt, a pink top with thigh high socks leaving her midriff and tights naked. I gasped as she walked closer when I saw that she had decided not to wear a bra and I could clearly see her nipples and tits in the very thin pink top. I had to use all my willpower to look at her face and not pretty chest.
Her long Asian hair that she had colored into blonde highlights flowing over her shoulders, with heels that accentuated her petite figure and blushing face. Her boyfriend had walked her to the door but hadn't followed her inside, instead giving her behind a spanking and gentle push forward, a grin on his face that I couldn't quite decipher.
"Professor, do you have a moment?" Mei's voice was soft, almost hesitant, as she stepped closer to my desk.
"Of course, Mei. What's on your mind?" I tried to keep my tone professional, but my pulse quickened as she drew near close enough for me to smell her sweet strawberry perfume.
She leaned against the desk, her fingers tracing the edge of a book, her eyes never leaving mine. "I've been thinking a lot lately... about things I haven't really considered before."
I swallowed, unsure where this was leading, but unable to look away. "Such as?"
She hesitated, then smiled--a smile that was both innocent and knowing. "How much I admire you."
My breath caught in my throat, the room suddenly feeling much smaller. "Mei, I--"
Before I could finish, she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was soft yet electric. It was over in a heartbeat, but it left me breathless, my mind spinning.
When she pulled back just a little with her cute round face just in front of mine, there was a blush on her cheeks, but her eyes were steady, full of a confidence that made my heart ache. I knew I should say something, but the words wouldn't come. All I could think about was the warmth of her lips, the softness of her skin. I leaned forward returning the kiss.
It was then that I noticed movement at the door. I glanced up and saw her boyfriend standing there, his phone taking a photo of us, a small smile playing on his lips. He didn't seem angry, didn't seem surprised. If anything, there was an understanding in his eyes that unsettled me, as if he knew something I didn't.
I looked back at Mei, and she simply smiled, a secret lingering in that expression.
"What just happened?" I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"That," Mei said softly, "is something we'll need to talk about." her boyfriend Jason walked forward.
"Everyone gets excited about something. My girl Mei here gets off being submissive and being told what to do. How about you professor?"
"H- humiliation and taboo" I stammered before I even realized what I just had said. "Excellent" was the only response from my young student couple.
The kiss with Mei lingered in my thoughts long after she left my office. I tried to shake off the sensation, the way her lips had felt against mine, but it was impossible. I had never considered myself anything other than straight, but the emotions stirring inside me were undeniable. And then there was her boyfriend--the way he had looked at us, not with jealousy, but with a knowing smile that hinted at something more.
