Teacher's Pet

"There's no way I'm attending Siegel's lecture today!" Emma huffed angrily.

"Why not? Her course is the best," I said, sipping my iced coffee.

"The best?! I hate Philosophy of Mind, and you do too, but the thing is, you have the hots for Siegel!" She said, pointing her manicured nail at me.

I rolled my eyes at her accusation but didn't try to deny it. It was widely known among my friends that I had a huge crush on Valerie Siegel, our university teacher. She was of German heritage, tall, with blonde hair cut in a perfect bob hairstyle. Her deep blue eyes reminded me of the sky before a storm. I sighed dreamily just from thinking about her.

"See!" Emma said, ripping me away from my daydreaming.

"Emma, if you start missing all the lectures you hate, you're never going to attend another class in your life." I answered.

"Fuck, you're right," Emma sighed, slumping in her seat. "But I'm not going today!"

"Okay, whatever," I said, shrugging at her. "But I am, and her class starts in about 30 minutes, so I better get going."

"Go get her, Eve!" She joked, and I flipped her off before leaving the cafe we were at.

As I walked through campus, I kept thinking about the thing with Ms. Siegel--or rather, about the nonexistence of it. Even though I was head over heels for her, I knew nothing would happen. It couldn't happen because even if people did get involved with their university teachers, it was unprofessional, and Valerie Siegel was the embodiment of professionalism.

And even if she wasn't, there's absolutely no way someone like her would ever be interested in me, little old me with my chestnut hair always in a messy bun and a face filled with freckles that kids in my school used to say was like mange. Not only that, but also the fact that God didn't bless me with big boobs and a nice butt. Unfortunately, I am almost flat, something that always bothered me greatly.

At first, thinking about the fact that I was never going to be able to get into Siegel's pants--or pencil skirt, to be more exact--made me sad and in the mood to mope. But now, I had already made peace with the fact that nothing was ever going to happen between me and Ms. Siegel, and I was fine with her just being a crush and amazing eye candy for me.

That was all I could think about in the short walk between the cafe and the building where the lecture was going to take place. And when I was just about to enter the building, I heard her--Ms. Siegel's stern voice.

"Miss Smith," I turned and was ecstatic to find Ms. Siegel there, holding an enormous pile of papers and books. "Lend me a hand, will you?"

"Of course, Ms. Siegel!" I said, rushing to take half the pile off her hands as she sighed with relief. "What's all this?"

"Mr. Chen got sick and asked me to instruct his freshmen about a project he wants them to do, and I owed him a favor," she answered angrily. Clearly, she found the task to be annoying.

"A project about what?" I asked as we headed inside.

"Classical Philosophy, ugh," she answered, rolling her eyes.

"You don't like it?" I said, giggling at her reaction.

"I despise Classical Philosophy. Is it important? Very! But I hate it," she said angrily.

"Well, I love it actually."

Ms. Siegel stopped dead in her tracks and stared at me with a single brow raised. I felt like I was being analyzed and got nervous, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.

"Really?" She asked, and I just nodded. "Well, and are you good at it?"

"I think so," I said, feeling embarrassed being put on the spot.

"How were your grades in Mr. Chen's course?"

"I was top of the class," I whispered, averting my gaze. Being too good at something made me as nervous as being too bad at it.

"No way," Ms. Siegel sounded shocked. "Don't lie to me, girl. I'm going to check it."

"I swear! You can check," I answered, slightly offended. But then something amazing happened--Siegel smiled. Not a happy smile, but the smile of someone who just had the greatest idea.

"Interesting," Siegel said, looking very satisfied with herself, and continued walking, with me rushing after her. "I want to talk to you after class, Miss Smith, understood?"

It definitely wasn't a question, so I just nodded yes to her as we got closer to the classroom door.

"Excellent!" Siegel said to me before we burst into the room to start the lecture.

•••••

I wasn't able to focus during the lecture. I tried my best, but I couldn't help wondering what Siegel wanted to discuss with me after class. My mind was making a fool out of me--the rational part knew it was something related to Mr. Chen's project, but the other part, the horny one that hadn't had sex in three months, kept playing lewd scenarios in my head.

I pressed my thighs together as I watched Ms. Siegel writing on the whiteboard, her beautiful ass hugged perfectly by her pencil skirt. I couldn't help but imagine my fingers sinking into the firm softness of her globes, sighing at the thought.

The class seemed to drag on forever, but finally, she dismissed everyone but me. I felt my heart thundering against my chest as I got up from my seat and headed towards her.

"So," I said, fidgeting with my fingers. "You said you needed to talk to me."

"I did, but are you okay, Miss Smith? You look flushed. Do you have a fever?" Ms. Siegel said, raising her hand towards my forehead to check my temperature.

I gasped a little as her hand made contact with my skin, and I quickly stumbled back because in my head, if she touched me for too long, she would be able to tell how horny I was feeling.

"It's nothing!" I said nervously, my voice cracking shamefully and making me want to die. "I'm fine. Please just say what you have to say."

"Okay," she said, looking at me with suspicion. "I'll go straight to the point. I sent a message to Mr. Chen, and he said you were his best student, so I asked if you could help me instruct the freshmen, and he agreed."

"Well, okay," I said, feeling a tinge of disappointment in my fantasies not becoming reality. "I'll help you, Ms. Siegel."

"Of course you will," she answered, scoffing. "I wasn't asking, Miss Smith. You would do it even if you didn't want to."

"Then I guess it's good I want to," I said, quivering at her tone. "When will it be?"

"It will be in 15 minutes," she said, heading to her desk and grabbing her things.

"What!?" I gasped. "Now? I'm not ready to do it now."

"Too bad, Miss Smith, but you're going anyway. And look at the bright side: the faster we start, the sooner we get this over with," she said, sounding impatient.

"But Ms. Siegel, I can't just--" I was about to protest more, but she placed a single finger over my lips, and I felt myself melting at her touch, all the words escaping me.

"Miss Smith, if you stop complaining and help me already, I'll owe you a favor," she said, staring deeply into my eyes, and all I could do was nod, completely hypnotized by her beauty. "Great, now let's go!"

Ms. Siegel rushed out of the classroom, and I stumbled behind her, my knees failing, my heart racing, and a very familiar feeling low in my belly.

•••••

An hour later, and all the butterflies were gone. Actually, all the happiness in me was gone because these freshmen were a bunch of morons. Ms. Siegel didn't mention that this project was only for the students who were failing Mr. Chen's course. And as we reviewed the projects, it was one ridiculous mistake right after the motherfucking other. Now I understood why Mr. Chen was so mad all the time.

"Jason, wasn't your philosopher Aristotle?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" he answered.

"Then why did you basically copy Colleen's work about Plato?!"

Jason had the audacity to scoff. "Because Aristotle was Plato's student, so naturally everything in his theories is the same as Plato's."

I wanted to scream. I was so sure that this guy hadn't shown up to a single class in his life. I had no idea how he passed the entrance exam. I took a deep breath, trying to keep control of myself as I started clearing his misconceptions.

"If Socrates came back to life and read what you've written about him, he would happily drink poison again," I heard Ms. Siegel saying beside me as she reviewed another freshman's project. "This is absurd! You know what?" She said, getting up from her seat and opening the door of the study room we were in. "All of you out! Come back after 15 minutes. Me and Miss Smith need to recompose."

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of relief as the freshmen left the room. I slumped against the chair, feeling heavy.

"I could never be a teacher," I said to Ms. Siegel, who was leaning against the door.

"It can be frustrating," she answered, and I started laughing because of this crazy situation.

As I opened my eyes, I saw something rare: Ms. Siegel staring at me and smiling. Not sarcastic, neither amused, just a happy smile that made dimples appear on her face. I felt my heart backflipping at the sight, and I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting her to see me blush.

"Shall we get something delivered?" she said, returning to her seat by my side and unlocking her phone.

"These people make me crave a milkshake."

"Then milkshake it is," she said, opening the food delivery app. "I'll pay."

"Thank you!" I chirped happily.

We picked a store that only sold milkshakes, and we were browsing the many flavors. I was leaning against Ms. Siegel to see the screen better, and right when she was about to tap on the pistachio flavor she wanted, a notification appeared on the screen, and she accidentally clicked on it.

What happened next was really fast, but I could swear that the world suddenly turned slow motion. What appeared on the screen was a chat between Ms. Siegel and someone whose name I couldn't see, and the most shocking part was a picture--a nude of Ms. Siegel. Her breasts bare as she pinched a nipple, and her other hand buried in her own pussy.

I audibly gasped at the sight, almost falling off my chair as I backed away. Ms. Siegel closed her phone as fast as lightning, but it was too late--I had seen it all. We both stared at each other, eyes wide. I didn't know what to say, and to make matters worse, I could feel my center throbbing wildly.

Ms. Siegel cleared her throat. "Well, that's unfortunate," she said, getting up. "Can you please keep this a secret?"

"Yes, of course! I'm sorry, I--"

"Please don't apologize, it's my fault," she interrupted me. "I will just quickly go to the bathroom."

She turned and headed out, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and a drenched pussy.

•••••

The rest of the guidance went smoothly. Siegel was the same as ever, and I also tried my best to not act weird or anything. Everything was so normal that I even wondered if I had imagined that whole deal, but my soaked panties didn't lie.

I spent the night tossing and turning in bed. I couldn't get Ms. Siegel's picture out of my head, and it made me feel hot and fuzzy. I wanted to masturbate, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it without feeling guilty. I always had a crush on Siegel, but there were lines I didn't allow myself to cross because of the respect I had for her as a teacher. But tonight was hard. I could feel myself almost physically aching from lust.

I kept wondering what would happen next. Maybe nothing, probably nothing, and for some reason, the thought only made everything worse. I had accepted that nothing was going to happen between me and Siegel, but after seeing her in that pic, naked and full of lust, I was questioning whether I could stand my feelings.

And just like that, the morning came, and it was time for me to get ready for the day. I got up and headed to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth before throwing on a flowery dress because, in my opinion, it was easier than trying to pair a top and a bottom, and today I needed easy. I decided to eat breakfast at the campus cafe, so I grabbed my stuff and headed out.

It was a short walk from my apartment to campus, and soon I was sitting at one of the café tables, chewing a chocolate muffin and drinking some coffee. I was reviewing some things on my tablet for today's class, and I was finally able to take my mind away from Siegel, focusing on my studies. But it wasn't long before I heard someone pulling a chair in front of me and sitting on it, and of course, there she was, Valerie Siegel.

The shock made me choke on my muffin. I chugged the coffee, trying to make it better, but I had already made a fool of myself. Siegel just watched me intently, her expression the same as usual: firm and composed. I stared at her for a bit, thinking of what to say, but she was faster than me.

"Good morning, Eve," she greeted me, sounding calm and collected. "Isn't it too early for you to be on campus?"

I was shocked she called me 'Eve'; it was widely known that Ms. Siegel never calls her students by their first name. But I decided not to point it out.

"Good morning, Ms. Siegel," I said, trying to keep it straight as I turned my eyes to her. "I wasn't able to sleep well last night, so I decided to come to campus earlier to work on some things."

"Oh, so you're busy? That's a shame. I wanted you to help me with the report I'm sending Mr. Chen about yesterday," she said, drinking her Americano.

"Well, I'm not that busy," I answered, closing my tablet. "Since I've helped you yesterday, it's only natural we do the report together, right?"

"Wonderful!" She exclaimed, finishing her coffee. "Can we go now?"

"Sure," I gave her a smile as we got up and grabbed our things to head to her office.

I was feeling very happy that Ms. Siegel was relying on me so much. It made me feel capable and trustworthy. But still, I had another feeling creeping around in my mind, one that I pushed away because, just like Siegel, I wanted to be professional, and not a pervert.

While we headed to her office, we only talked about the dumb freshmen and Mr. Chen's project. Everything seemed normal as we discussed if any of them would be able to pass the course. But something in the back of my mind was ringing; something was off about Siegel, but I couldn't point it out what it was.

We got there quickly, and Ms. Siegel unlocked the door and motioned for me to go in first. Immediately, I knew something was happening. I knew Valerie Siegel; she's been my teacher for over a year. Usually, she would just go in and tell us to close the door. Why was she acting different? But I didn't want to seem crazy fussing over something so small, so once again, I shoved the thought to the back of my mind and entered her office. And as soon as I entered, I heard it click; she locked the door.

My heart immediately started racing. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to turn around and look at her; I was frozen on the spot. And Valerie wasn't moving either; I wasn't seeing her, but I was 100% sure she was staring at the back of my head. It might have been just a moment, but it seemed like a million years passed before I heard her heels click-clacking on the wood floor, getting closer to me. And then I felt it--her fingers delicately moving my hair aside, exposing the back of my neck, where she planted a slow, lingering kiss, making me tremble all over.

I was breathing heavily, my knees threatening to fail me. I felt her soft hands resting on my shoulders, moving to caress my arms as she placed her lips on the left side of my neck, lightly scratching the skin with her teeth and burning it with her hot tongue. She repeated the process on the other side, and I felt her breathing in deeply, taking in my scent. I couldn't believe what was happening; I felt hypnotized. Maybe this was all a dream; perhaps I had fallen asleep thinking about her and got stuck in this wonderful fantasy. But it was real; I knew it when her nails pressed into the skin on my arms, when her smell of expensive perfume filled my lungs, and when her teeth bit into the skin on my shoulder, making me moan.

"Take a seat, Eve," she said hoarsely, and I recognized something there: lust, unbridled lust.

I complied, taking a seat on the closest chair. I practically fell on it since my legs were so wobbly. But I finally did it; I turned around, and I could feel all the air leaving my lungs at the sight of her. Her cheeks were burning red, her lipstick smeared from the kisses she gave me. She was breathing heavily, lips slightly parted, as she stared at me like a hungry beast. She got closer and placed her hands on my shoulders, making me turn around, facing the beige wall. Then she placed something on the desk, and when I turned my gaze to it, I was shocked. It was the picture from yesterday, the one that had been driving me crazy since I'd seen it.

"Is this what kept you up all night?" she whispered against my ear, and all I could do was nod.

I stared at the picture, feeling like it was sucking me in. I just couldn't take my eyes off it. And now I could spend my time taking in all the details: her brownish nipples, her fingers gleaming as they sinked into her center, the expression on her face of pure pleasure. I heard myself sighing at every new detail, finding everything about Valerie immorally perfect.

"Do you like it, Eve?" She asked, planting another kiss against my neck, making me moan.

"I love it," I panted.

"Then show me."

I gasped at her answer, feeling myself tremble all over. I knew what she wanted, and it made me nervous, but in the end, I knew I wanted it too. I desperately needed it. So I allowed my hands to wander between my legs; I didn't even think about my breasts. I had no time for foreplay. My fingers pressed against the soaked fabric of my panties, and I gasped at the contact.

Quickly, I placed my hand inside my underwear, wetting my fingers in my folds. I caressed my inner lips lovingly, whimpering at the feeling. As I stared at Ms. Siegel on the screen, I mimicked her movement and pushed my fingers inside, letting out a long moan. I pushed them deep, enough for me to press my clit against my palm, panting at the pleasure it caused me.

"Just like that, Eve," Ms. Siegel panted. "Fuck, you're so beautiful!"

I wanted to keep staring at the phone, staring at that amazing picture as I gave myself pleasure. But as things got more intense and the smell of my arousal started to fill my lungs, I felt the need to close my eyes and allow my head to fall back.

"No, my dear," I heard her saying as she raised her hand and cupped my cheek. "I want you to look at me while you do it."

It took all my strength to open my eyes, and there she was. Valerie had moved so I could have a clear view of her. My mind felt hazy as pleasure ran through my body, but I knew it wouldn't be enough; she was so close, so beautiful, and I needed more.

"Kiss me," I begged through ragged breaths. "Touch me, please!"

I heard her sigh at my request. She quickly planted her lips against mine, slipping her tongue inside my mouth. Her hands wandered to my breasts, massaging them firmly but lovingly. I moaned against her mouth, getting lost in so much pleasure. My unoccupied hand wandered to her blonde hair, lightly pulling on her soft locks. I could feel myself getting closer, my body starting to move involuntary. She broke our kiss and stared deeply into my eyes.

"Cum for me," she panted. "I want to see you cum, Eve!"

My moans grew louder and louder. I didn't even sound like myself anymore. My fingers felt so good inside me, moving in and out. I could feel my palm pressing my clit with each thrust. And the best part was Siegel, she was watching me intently, massaging my breasts and saying rauchy words to please me. I wanted to show her how she made me feel, so I settled in a fast pace, my eyes not leaving hers, until I cried out as a groundbreaking orgasm washed over me.

Siegel held me tightly as I shook uncontrollably. She planted delicate kisses on my forehead, cheeks, and lips as I tried to catch my breath. She whispered loving words to me as I came down from the high of my orgasm. After a while, my mind was clearer, so I untangled myself from her arms and cupped her face in my hands, staring into her tempestuous blue eyes.