I'm not exactly proud of what I did, but at the same time, I don't regret my actions either. What happened between me and Professor Jay was the sexiest experience of my life, and I wouldn't take it back for anything. I can clearly remember how it all started....
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I had been taking an advanced composition course at a nearby university by my house for a few months now, and it was being taught by a very handsome teacher, Professor Jay. He was in his early thirties, tall, handsome, an obviously well built exterior that was perfectly defined by his button down dress shirts that he usually folded up to his elbows, a few of the top buttons loosened. Many of the girls in the class swooned over his good looks, trying different methods of flirtation to get his attention. I admit I was one of those girls who did admire his features; however, I wasn't one of those girls who wore extra short skirts in hopes of him glancing my direction. Don't get me wrong, I'm told to be incredibly beautiful by the boys, with my long black hair draping behind my back, toned body, petite waist, and 34C breasts, but he was my teacher, and that was that. Or at least so I always thought.
Professor Jay was a very good teacher, but also a very strict one. Earning an A in the class meant something coming from him. I always prided myself in being one of his top pupils, so it was a shock for me when he handed me back a composition that I had spent hours on with a big red C at the top.
"I'd like to see you after class," Professor Jay said quietly to me as he handed me my paper. For the rest of the period I was frustrated with my grade, and nervous about speaking to him. Soon however, the bell rang and I gathered my belongings and walked up to his desk, paper in hand. When the room had finally cleared so that it was just the two of us left in the room, he finally looked me in the eyes, a stern expression on his face. My stomach was turning.
"Maya," Jay began, "I know you can write better than this. I don't understand why you seemed to not have followed the prompt at all."
I felt horrible; he never criticized me for my writing. "I thought I did follow directions Professor," I said meekly, trying to maintain eye contact. I guess he could tell that I was anxious because his features softened.
"Look Maya, the prompt indicated to write a story with strong visual imagery. I need to feel like I'm in the moment of whatever you write." He tried to explain kindly.
"Sir, I thought that's what I did. I don't understand what I did wrong," I said to him. He sat there behind his desk, looking at me as if he was trying to find a way to explain to me what he wanted from me. We stared at each other for about a minute before he stood up and walked to the door, pushing it until it was closed. I turned to watch him in perplexity, wondering what it was that he was up to. As soon as the door closed, Professor Jay turned back to face me, leaning himself against the door. I looked at him, confusion written all over my face, and then he smirked.
"What?" I asked nervously, wondering what was so funny. He didn't say anything, instead, he just continued to smile at me. After a few seconds, he slowly began to make his way in my direction, slow and deliberate steps.
"Maya," he said as he neared, "I want you to understand what I mean when I say make your composition believable, make it seem real." By this time he had reached me, standing directly in front of me, his figure seeming to hover over me.
"Okay..."I stammered, "Well then just explain it to me Professor..." His presence was overbearing and I could feel myself getting dizzy and intoxicated by him. I fidgeted nervously, aware that the part in between my legs was being affected just by his presence. I took a step back, my back now facing his desk, and he circled in until he was standing in front of me again. He was still smiling at me, and then suddenly, he shoved me back into his desk. He didn't push me hard, just enough so that my ass bumped into his desk and I was now completely sandwiched between him and the desk.
His body now pressed against mine, he kicked my legs apart with one of his so that my crotch was practically resting upon his thigh.
"Sir..."I tried to protest, trying to push him away in vain, only to cause myself to begin rubbing up and down his thigh, inevitable arousal growing inside me. This was so wrong.
"Shhh," was all he said before taking my face by both hands and lowering his mouth to meet mine. At first he just kissed my lips slowly, sensually and I just allowed him to. After a few seconds, he stopped to look into my eyes, and when he was saw that I wasn't putting up a fight, he smiled and continued to kiss me. Soon I felt his tongue expertly work its way into my mouth, kissing me in such a way that no guy has ever kissed me before. After several passionate minutes, he suddenly broke away and let go of my face and moved away from me. I almost collapsed from the suddenness. I turned to see where he was going to do next, but all he did was walk towards his seat behind his desk. He picked up another rubric and handed it to me.
"Make it so that your composition feels as real as that kiss," he was no longer looking at me. Instead his eyes had traveled down to the papers on his desk. I waited for him to say more, to do something, completely baffled by his abrupt change in mood. But all he said was, "That will be all Maya. Have your paper in by tomorrow. Leave the door open on your way out." I was stunned. I took the rubric from his hand and stormed towards the door.
I was angry. What was Professor Jay trying to play? It was completely inappropriate for him to kiss me, and I know that I went along with it, but so then why did he stop? I felt like an idiot, like one of those stupid school girls who obsessed over him. I felt humiliated, and he did it on purpose. The HELL if I fix that assignment.
The next day at school, I was still mad. I printed out the saved copy of my assignment and tossed it onto Professor Jay's desk, refusing to acknowledge him. What pissed me off even more was that he obviously did not seem to care. It was as if nothing had happened yesterday. I spent the rest of the period, secretly fuming inside. But at the same time, a part of me wanted it all to happen again. I was physically attracted to him, whether I wanted to admit it or not, and I couldn't help but feel myself to become secretly aroused despite my anger towards him.
The bell rang and I hastily made my way to the door, glad that I made it out before he could call me back about the assignment that I just turned in. Even though I was able to escape his classroom, I wasn't able to escape thoughts of him. I couldn't take it, I hated him and I wanted him all at the same time. I decided to lose myself by immersing my thoughts in my studies, so I made my way to one of the rarely used residence halls towards the library. It was so peaceful studying here because it was opened 24 hours a day and it was secluded, so only a select few students knew about it.
I was thankful that no one else was in the room when I came in. I sat down by a nearby table and pulled out my books to begin studying. Several hours had gone by and I already forgot about Professor Jay. Suddenly I heard the door open and I turned to see who was entering. To my complete surprise, Professor Jay walked in. I was so shocked that I almost forgot that I was mad at him.
"Hi Maya," he greeted me, closing the door behind him.
"Hi...?" I said, taken aback?
"So I see that you didn't re-do your assignment." He said, leaning against the door.
I finally remembered that why I was still mad at him and grew defensive. "I just disagree with your decision. I feel like I met the prompt requirements, and if you still think I deserve a C, then fine, I'll take the grade." I said this coldly, not staring at him, rather I had already turned back around and continued with my work.
"I see..." I heard him say. I was beginning to feel nervous again, not sure what was going to happen now, my courage slowly leaving me. I heard footsteps coming towards me, and the next thing I knew, he was standing right behind my chair. I felt him put his hands on the sides of my arms, squeezing them before running them up and down with his hands.
"God Maya...." He whispered seductively in my ear, his hands now making their way to my waist, resting them on my stomach. "Don't you know this isn't even about your paper? I want you Maya. I've wanted you since you've stepped foot in my classroom." He was now nibbling on my ear, running soft kisses up and down my neck. My defenses were beginning to crumble...
"Professor," I managed to say, "I can't...we can't...we shouldn't be doing this..."I gasped when I felt his hands finally cup my full breasts.
