Sexual Maturity

"Good afternoon everyone, I'm Professor Jones. It's wonderful to see so many beautiful faces," I said while I stood at the podium in my lecture hall classroom.

The semester at Wheaton College had started a few days ago, but my first lecture for the class wasn't until today. I always enjoyed teaching and sharing my knowledge with young, eager minds, so there was a genuine smile on my face. I was so excited!

"Today, I'm going to talk about...talk...about, umm," I started to say confidently, but I quickly lost my entire train of thought.

As my eyes scanned the students sitting in front of me, I was stunned when I saw George sitting there staring at me. What the hell was he doing in my class?! I didn't remember seeing his name on my class registrar list. Did he last minute add my class? I was honestly a bit shocked. After our last encounter, I tried to think of so many ways to see him again, but I couldn't think of a way that would seem normal. However, he also didn't seem to make any effort to see me again either. I was confused, happy, and upset all at the same time.

I took a deep breath, peeled my eyes away from his handsome face, and tried to continue with my lecture. As much as I tried to focus on my material, there felt like there was a schism in my brain. Part of me wanted to focus on being professional, while the other part of me wanted to stare at him and daydream of all the things we could do together. It seemed like I wasn't the only one who couldn't resist staring at him. I swore I saw half the girls looking over at him rather than paying attention to my lecture.

At a certain point, I knew if I kept looking over at him, some students would catch on. The only way I was able to solve my dilemma was that I stared at a spot straight ahead while I spoke. I was sure that I looked kind of weird, but it was better than anyone noticing me staring at one of my students.

Thankfully, I was able to concentrate enough to get through my lecture and I ended the class. The students started to pack up their things and walk out of the room while I stared down at my notes on the podium. I felt my fingers cramp and I realized I was squeezing the podium hard during the entire lecture and now my fingers were incredibly pale. I finally relaxed my grip and flexed my fingers while I smiled at some of the students who were leaving and saying bye to me.

"Hey professor, can I talk to you for a moment," I heard a familiar voice say and when I looked over, I saw George walking over towards me.

"S-sure, of course," I replied and almost stumbled over my words.

The closer he walked towards me, the faster I felt my heart pound in my chest. For a moment, all I could see was him. I knew that we were in a professional setting and I was the adult here, but I felt myself getting more and more turned on. Flashes of memories entered my mind from our past encounter; his chiseled body, my body covered in his cum, and the intense orgasms he gave me. God, I found myself still obsessed with him even a week later.

It wasn't long until he was standing next to me and I felt myself helplessly looking up into his clear blue eyes. I tried to hide any glimpse of desire from my face, but I knew it was probably impossible. I also couldn't help but notice his scent. God, why did he smell so damn good? He wasn't even wearing cologne! He just had an intoxicating, manly aroma. I don't know if it was pheromones or what, but even dirtier memories flooded my brain; the feeling when his thick cock fully pierced into me, my deep moans, and his mouth sucking my hard nipple. He hadn't even touched me yet and I felt incredibly horny.

Once the last students left and we were alone, I softly hissed at him, "What are you doing here?"

"When I found out that you were a professor here, I had to take your class. I couldn't resist getting a chance to stare at the hottest professor in the country," he said with a charming smile on his face.

I felt my cheeks get hot and I tried to figure out a response, but he continued before I could think of something, "But, I have to be honest, I had some difficulty paying attention."

"Well, the subject material isn't for everyone...and...umm," I said, caught off guard.

"Nah, it wasn't the material. It's how you're dressed. I can't believe a woman with a ridiculously hot body like yours could dress so frumpy," he said with a disappointed tone while his eyes glanced up and down my body.

F-f-frumpy? I couldn't help but look down at how I was dressed to try to see what he saw. I was wearing a skirt, but it was very loose, flowy, and went all the way down to my ankles. The blouse that I had on was also billowy and almost completely hid my DD-cup breasts. My entire figure was essentially hidden, which was usually exactly the look I went for when I was teaching my classes. Compared to what I wore at the pool party, I probably looked like the plainest girl in the world.

"I...I, uhh," I stammered out.

"Look, I gotta head to my next class. I'll see you at your next lecture and maybe I'll be more captivated," he said with a sly wink before he turned around and walked out of the room.

I was left feeling completely stunned by the conversation. It was like my heart just went on a rollercoaster ride. Still dazed, I turned around to gather my papers at the podium where I soon stopped and scoffed. What the hell? We haven't seen each other in about a week, and this was what he wanted to talk about? After what happened between us, I thought there would be more yearning and wistfulness for me. I couldn't believe it.

I left the lecture hall and decided to drive home since I didn't have any other classes or office hours for the rest of the day. When I started my drive home, I was really angry at George, but then my mind started to focus more and more on how crestfallen his face seemed when he looked at me. It was bizarre to think about, but I started to feel bad about letting him down. I wanted him to look at me with eyes blazing with desire, not disappointment.

The rest of the week was a blur as my mind went from anger to confusion, and now determination. I wanted to impress George at the next lecture and see his eyes burning with lust from the other side of the lecture hall. I went through all of my clothes and felt like I assembled the perfect outfit. It was professional, but I thought it still complimented my figure. I was impatient for my next class with him so I could see his reaction.

After the days felt like they dragged by, it was finally the day for my lecture with George and I was excited to get dressed. I hurriedly started to dress in the outfit I picked out earlier. I pulled up a pair of dress pants up my smooth legs and over my firm butt. The pants were not tight, but they still hugged the curves of my legs and felt like they highlighted my ass too. I grabbed the silk blouse and pulled it down over my torso. While it covered my entire upper body, it was a bit tighter than almost any other top I owned and caused my large breasts to push out the material slightly.

I double-checked how I looked in the mirror and thought I looked pretty damn good. I drove to the school campus with a smile on my face and I imagined all sorts of different reactions that George might have. By the time I walked into my lecture hall, I was brimming with confidence. I was a little early today, so students were still coming in after I started organizing my papers on the podium. I quickly glanced up excitedly to see if he was inside yet, but sadly he wasn't.

As more students walked in, I started to get increasingly flustered that he hadn't shown up yet. Where the hell was he? I heard an uproar of both laughter and giggling outside the room and when I looked over, he finally walked in with a pack of girls completely surrounding him. Jealousy immediately took a hard grip on my emotions as I watched silently. I felt myself start to grip the podium tightly, and I had to consciously loosen my grasp. No, I would not be jealous. Of course, girls would flock to him. But I was confident I'd have his attention during the lecture.

I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath to reset myself before I announced that my lecture would begin soon. The students took their seats and got ready to take notes. I scanned the students, but my eyes lingered on George to see his reaction. At first, I noticed his eyes staring at me, but only a few moments later I saw him smile at some of the girls sitting next to him and started whispering to them. My confidence that was at an all-time high was now cratering to new depths. Fucking seriously?

I did my best to continue on with my lecture, but I kept fumbling over my words and misspeaking regularly. It was hard to concentrate when I felt so incredibly disappointed and generally confused as well. Why wasn't he impressed with my outfit? I mean, my figure was definitely on display, so why was he more interested in the girls around him? Didn't he say he liked a more mature woman like me? What the hell was wrong with him? Or was there still something wrong with how I was dressed? I couldn't figure it out.

My eyes actively avoided looking over at him, not because I was trying not to get caught staring, but because I was so frustrated with him. In the back of my mind, I knew that I shouldn't be jealous of someone as young as him, but I didn't care. Once my confusion was replaced with agitation, the rest of my lecture went surprisingly smoothly. Before long, I lost complete track of time and an hour had already gone by. I ended my lecture and the students started to get up, pack their things, and leave. Well, most of the students anyway.

George was still in his seat, surrounded by a gaggle of girls. It seemed like he was completely oblivious to anything else going on except for the revealing tops and short skirts around him. I thought that he would excuse himself to once again walk up and talk to me, but after a few minutes of waiting, he didn't even budge. I hotly collected my notes and briskly walked out of the hall. I was so upset that I didn't even check to see if he noticed.

I headed to my office on campus since I had office hours right after the lecture this week. I was one of the first professors to get their office moved to one of the newest buildings on campus, so the general area was pretty empty. Once inside the building, I walked down a deserted hallway and walked into my office, and sat down behind my desk.

Since the building was brand new, my office was very modern looking. However, a lot of it was hidden because I filled it with books, research, copies of my degrees and certifications, and lots of papers. I pushed some papers to the side as I rested my elbows on the glass table-top and buried my face in my hands. I didn't realize it earlier, but my heart was still steadily pounding.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my open door and heard, "Hey Professor, I...uhh, are you ok?"

I picked my head up from my hands and I saw one of my students from my other class standing at the doorway when I responded, "Oh Bella, come in, come in."

She smiled at me and closed the door before she took a seat in front of my desk. It was incredibly refreshing to see Bella. I taught her last year and found her to be an incredibly bright young lady. I was very happy she was taking one of my classes again this year. Rumor had it that she was in a relationship with one of the school's Avengers, which was what they called the school's hottest guys, and I completely believed it. She was incredibly cute and had a wonderful fashion sense.

"I don't think I've ever seen you look so flustered, Professor. What's going on?" she asked sweetly once she sat down.

"Oh honey, the answer doesn't change no matter what age you are; boys," I said as calmly as I could.

I saw her blush and smile before replying, "That is both heartwarming and...kinda scary to know."

After we both sighed, she continued, "I totally get it though. My boyfriend Alex really gets on my nerves sometimes. Sometimes it seems like it's impossible for him to take 10 seconds to look at his phone and text me back. Or if he does text back, he sends like two words. I'm sorry Professor, I'm probably way oversharing."

"Not at all! For girls like us, this is a safe space, trust me," I said with a small chuckle.

She slightly laughed as well before asking innocently, "Is a guy also ignoring you?"

"I guess you could say that," I said vaguely and couldn't help but have a trace of annoyance in my voice.

"Well, if it's any help, guys are super dumb. They sometimes can't think about anything other than what is right in front of them. They also get distracted way too easily. If he likes you, I'm sure he'll come around eventually, like my Alex does," she said warmly.

"Aww, thank you, Bella. I hope so too. But enough about me, what can I help you with?"

She soon started to bombard me with questions from one of my recent classes and it felt good to focus on something else and explain things to her. I was not in a good mental space before, but spending some time with her really helped me feel better. Hopefully that boy Alex knew what sort of treasure he had with her. If he ever let her go, he was the dumbest guy to ever live.

After helping Bella, a few other students stopped by and I found myself way too busy to even think about George. By the end of my office hours, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction in helping the young minds of tomorrow and I left the campus much happier than I thought I would. Of course, I was still slightly annoyed by how much George was ignoring me, but it wasn't like we were dating or anything. I started to make peace with the fact that maybe our hot, steamy moment together was just that; a moment.

The next few days were a blur of going to campus to teach and working on my academic paper. I was especially enthralled in writing my research one night when I was interrupted by my doorbell. I walked over to my door, but when I looked through the peephole, I didn't see anyone. Confused, I opened the door and that was when I saw a box on my doorstep. That was weird, I didn't remember ordering anything. I reached down to pick it up, but I didn't see any kind of shipping label. It just had a sticky note with my name on it.

I closed the door and brought it inside. It didn't feel particularly heavy, so I wondered what it was and where it came from. Part of me wondered if I should just ignore it, but curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see what was in the box. After placing it on the table, I sliced through the tape with some scissors. When I opened it, I was surprised to see a collection of some clothes, and even a pair of heels too. Did I sleepwalk order some clothes online or something? I saw a note inside and picked it up.

'Wearing this at your next lecture would definitely keep my attention.

George'

That little shit, was he serious? He was so disappointed in what I was wearing that he actually bought me clothes? I scoffed to myself in disbelief. I closed the box quickly and walked away angrily. Before long I was back in my office and my fingers were furiously slamming the keys on my keyboard. He had practically ignored me this entire time, and now expected me to wear something he picked out? Literally crazy. Although, the clothes did seem really nice. When I glanced at the labels, they were from a high-end brand too. What kind of outfit was it anyway?

The more I tried to not think about it, the more it gnawed at me. Ok, fine, I might as well take a look at it. I walked back to the dining room, picked up the box, and brought it to my bedroom. Everything looked brand new and was wrapped in plastic. There was a button-up top, a skirt, a thong, and a pair of heels. I scoffed again at the absurdness of it all, but I couldn't help but admire how good quality the clothing was. I checked the tags and was shocked that they were the right sizes too! The clothes did look kinda cute. There was no harm in trying them on, right?

After I stripped off my loungewear, I grabbed the lace thong and pulled it up my smooth and toned legs. It felt tight around my hips and once I adjusted it, I felt the back material disappear in between my firm ass. I usually never wore underwear like this, and I was surprised by how sexy it made me feel. I grabbed the plaid skirt and stepped into it before pulling it up to my waist. I zipped it close and was shocked at how snug it felt. It tightly wrapped around my hips and thighs and I knew it had to show off some of the curves of my butt.

I reached into the box to find the matching lace bra to the thong but I didn't find any. What the hell? Where was the bra? Did he not get one cause he didn't know my size? No, he obviously guessed my size for everything else. Maybe he expected me to wear one I already owned? That didn't make sense either since it seemed like this was a complete outfit and everything was meant to be worn together. Maybe the top had a built-in bra or something.

Once I grabbed the sleeveless top to check, I realized it didn't seem to have one, but I decided to try it on anyway. It seemed like it was a button-up, so after slipping my arms through it, I started to snap the buttons at the bottom of the shirt after tucking it into the skirt. However, once I got about halfway up, I didn't see any new buttons. Wait, really? Was it defective or something? This couldn't be the style, could it?

I decided to step in front of the mirror to see how I looked and I audibly gasped. This outfit looked even sexier than I thought! I didn't realize how form-fitting the top was until I saw my reflection. It also seemed designed to be extra tight around my waist and showed off my flat stomach. Because the top didn't have any additional buttons, there was a deep V that went down from my neck to almost past my breasts. The deep cut was narrow, so it didn't show a lot of my bare skin, but the soft curves of my DD-cup boobs were still slightly visible. It was also so tight that my still mostly perky breasts were locked in place by the top, but they were so big that they pushed the material further out and outlined them clearly.

My eyes lowered from the top to the plaid skirt and I realized that it was more revealing than I thought as well. I knew it hugged my hips tightly, but I didn't realize how short it was! It seemed like it ended just a couple of inches above my knee...no, more like it only went to my mid-thigh. The creamy skin of my toned legs were definitely on display. I turned slightly and my eyes widened at just how much my ass stuck out too. My butt wasn't even that big! But it was tight, firm, and round and stretched the material out behind me as well.

The style and the material definitely seemed to suggest that this could be professional attire that someone could wear to an office, but it was borderline inappropriate. How could I possibly wear this to school? However, the more I stared at myself, the more I liked the outfit. I couldn't deny how sexy I felt, but this seemed so wrong.

I soon started to imagine what George's eyes would look like if he saw me in this. I was sure I would see the same passionate fire that I saw the last time we were intimate. I would get lost staring into those eyes and I shuddered when I thought of his large hands grabbing my thin waist. I fantasized about our lips crashing into each other and how his hands would grab my ass. He would probably pull on the skirt, raising it higher and higher until....until...

God, I was surprised at how turned on I felt thinking about this. I felt my nipples harden as they strained against the top and I saw them poking through as I looked at myself in the mirror. I had a fierce desire to touch them and without realizing it, I slowly started to move my hands toward them. My heart started to race as my fingers finally reached the hardened buds and brushed against them. I gasped in pleasure while my hands softly pinched my nipples through the top. I moaned softly and my legs felt weak.