Alisa POV Start
It was a warm day, the grass felt pleasant underneath my skin as I laid upon the tree outside campus. Micheal is my geology professor, I was seduced by him on the night I'd decided to go out partying with friends. It'd been months, they'd known how less likely it was for me to enjoy life and venture outside my comfort zone. And on that playful night, my professor spotted me at the club. The embarrassment was slighted by the pleasure felt in between my legs as he stood and watched me.
We craved one another heartily, shortly discovering his sexual hunger matched mine, it was a tremendous pull we'd felt since day 1 of the semester. My eyes always casually observed him, as I'd sit in the back of class taking quick lengthy glimpses of his stature. Today would be difficult, class starts in 10 minutes, I hadn't seen him since our first night together. Biting my lips anticipation crept amid my thighs, taking a deep breath holstering myself upwards it was time to face him. And what would he say when he saw me?
Most likely he'd remain quiet, studious as he always was in front of his subjects. Usually, I preferred to arrive early but decided not to, I wanted to mix into the crowded last-minute group in order not to face him directly.As we all packed through the classroom door, I forced myself to make small talk with a classmate in front of me, a diversion to my lusty, scattered, thoughts. "Hey! Just to make sure only chapter 4 is due today of the mineralogy set right?"
"Yes, it is! Was it tough for you? There are so many terms he wanted definitions on I didn't even look over them enough!" "Oh! There was a lot of terms, it was okay for me! I hate all the homework he gives out it's ridiculous!"Once inside I hurriedly responded, "Yeah, it's so much, hey we should study sometime soon if you need help. I'm gonna head up to my seat. Hang in there."
"Yes, definitely lets! Catch you around!"
Anxiety etched at my sides, as my back turned hastening myself up the steps, my palms began to sweat knowing we were in the same classroom. Rushing up to my seat, I noticed half the class hadn't shown up, we were all spread out unevenly. Katy wasn't even here, her seat empty next to me, the day I needed her here she wasn't around. Placing my backpack down, lazily slowing down every action I took so as not to encounter him dead on. Finally, after grabbing my textbook it was time for our lecture to begin.
And there he was. Sitting down he wore glasses today, he sat looking over our syllabus collecting himself. He was drop-dead gorgeous, each day he became more attractive I despised him for it. He wore a black shirt, leaving the top unbuttoned revealing a tiny bit of skin to his audience. Paired with casual dark navy-blue slacks, meanwhile wearing glasses, eyes were focused on the papers in between his hands.
Running his fingers quickly through tousled dark hair. I couldn't help but visualize my hips bucking as he'd not long ago stared down into my eyes pumping his fullness into my warmth. My mouth clinched I could barely focus, I had no doubts about easily passing this class yet now my own professor became the main reason for clouding my mental capacity. "Looks like half the class is gone, and you all are sitting so far away. Everyone move up a bit."
The silkiness from his baritone voice left me feeling totally lost. His hands signaling us to move upwards, my body was overheating now, I did not want to confront him up close, I did not want him to see the desire in my eyes. I did not want to remember him finger fucking me while begging him to stop as I would then squirt all over his fingertips. Hesitantly I grabbed my things and walked downwards.
Although close in proximity I decided to sit behind a classmate so our view of one another would be somewhat strained. Everyone else shrugged propping themselves in alignment to our teacher's request. "Okay, that looks better. Let's start." Was that a smug smile I'd just seen spread across his face? "Now right before we concluded our last class we learned how specific soils are cause and effect to how rocks form."
I kept my head down I had no lead way in gazing at him without being caught. Perhaps doing some note taking would prevent me from fantasizing about his lips suckling my small breast, touching my skin stealing bits of my soul with eyes that went from icy grey to darken hazel blue when aroused. My pencil shook as I attempted to write down every single word he spoke about delaying our eyes from locking. Images of his naked form intruded my attentiveness, I focused on slowing my heart rate and sinking this desire.
But of course, my success was labored.
"So, here's what we're going to do, come up to the table and pick up the rocks you see, examine their formation and give small detail on where you believe it formed and its type of soil pattern." I picked up what I assumed to be Selenite. And of course, he picked me first to go. Now I would truly have to face him up close.
"Alisa any guess to what type of soil is needed to form this crystallized structure?"
"A wet soil, sand and clay particles are needed." Barely breathing my vision sealed itself over the rock as he stood behind marginally close to me. I felt his sexual tension immediately, dreading anyone else observant of our desire. My body tensed, the sooner I'd imagined anything else he was on to the next student.
"Remember Gypsum is a common mineral that takes on a great variety of crystal forms and shapes. On the Salt Plains, the crystals are formed just below the salt-encrusted surface. And are seldom found deeper than two feet below the surface."
We all returned to our seats as he continued presenting us with examples and definitions. I huffed an irate sigh, annoyance brooding I was antsy wishing class end already.
