It was the end of the day when I let my students out early. That last hour they couldn't concentrate anymore and giving them leave a few minutes before time always made one popular. I wasn't young anymore, so I had to win my popularity by telling cheesy jokes and shortening class like I did today. It wasn't as if I tried to fit in with the younger ones, but I was determined not to be viewed as my colleague Bengerham who was nearing his fifties and who always found himself in conflict with the students. I didn't strive to be like young John too, who was in his early twenties and got the girls to turn their heads. No, I just wanted them to respect me and see me as a fatherly figure; as someone who hadn't lost grip on time and who could be trusted.
I watched all of the students go out. Only a few remained. Two girls who were struggling with their bags, a very clever boy who wasn't ready to leave the room yet before asking me one final question about the day's homework and of course Susie.
As the two girls left, and the boy had asked his question I knew no reasonable answer to – so I promised to look it up for him and tell him what I'd found next lesson- I watched how Susie was struggling with her bag. She wasn't very tall, and for her age, nearly 21 , she appeared young. But her body was nicely shaped and her brown hair long and loose. She always wore it one way or another, a ponytail, or a braid. But today she had let it flow, and her hair caught my eye as if she'd done it just to seduce me.
I was almost a head or two taller than she was, and as I advanced her I decided not to step too close. She had already noticed me though, and turned to me with a smile. "I enjoyed today's lessons, Mister Manes." She said, her voice cheerful like her smile. It was the only way I knew her. Smiling.
She didn't seem to care much for friends or status. I hardly saw her talk to others. During the breaks I would see her at the table playing cards with the nerds, or on the floor with the goths, or simply sitting on her own in a corner of the building. She was always doing her best, though her marks weren't the highest. She wore clothes that showed she wasn't into fashion, but also not against it. Long sweaters that fitted her nice and warm, no jeans but jeggins and leggings. Her shoes usually had a thick sole, as if she tried to look taller. But there did not today, which was why she looked extra vulnerable to me. I looked down on her more than usual, I guess that was it.
"I am glad you enjoyed the lesson so much." I said with a smug smile on my face that I could not suppress. "I hope you picked up a thing or two for next week's test." She had seemed a bit dreamy during class. I had noticed, obviously, she caught my eyes many a time that day. "if you have any questions left you can always ask me."
She smiled and nodded. "I will." I knew she never would. She never asked questions. It was just her way of being polite.
Susie took her bag off the table and everything about her told me she was about to leave.
And instantly I knew I had to prevent this.
My arm sneaked around her waist and she looked up at me in shock. I could not help but grin again at her cute expression and felt the need to explain myself. As much as I hated to say but my manhood had started throbbing against its restrictions and wanted to get out, wanted release. And It was all her fault. She had been eyeing me with those sweet eyes of hers. Each times she had parted her lips I had wished them to close around my cock. Each time she flipped her hair over her shoulder I wanted to bury my face in it. Each time she heaved her chest I wanted her clothes off. And now that we were alone she wasn't going to get out so easily.
"Perhaps," I said, breathing heavily, "Before you go," another pause as I prepared for her reaction, "You would like.." her struggling had ceased, "To help me with one last thing?"
Susie's eyes had turned wide and she apparently had seen the lust in mine for she started struggling even harder now and I tightened my grip around her. She cried out as my arm took away her breath and I hissed at her. "Silence." The nice professor was being replaced by a more sadistic version. She cried out for me to let her go and I smacked her face hard. It caused for her to be dazed and gave me the time needed to go to the other side of the room and lock the door. Now Susie was mine. I hid the key behind one of the plants and walked back to her like a predator stalking its prey.
Susie was leaning with her right hand on the table and her left on her cheek. By the looks of it she couldn't believe what was happening to her. I advanced her from behind and pressed myself against her, making her jump and carefully turn her head to me.
"P-Professor," She stammered, "What are you going to do to me?"
I grinned. As if it wasn't obvious yet y the rock-hard penis pressed against her sweet arse. True, our clothes were in the way but there was an easy way to fix that problem. I circled my arms around her waist and cupped her breasts through her clothes. They felt firm and nice, but I wanted more. I whispered no reply to her, instead I kissed her neck. She shivered slightly.
"No, what are you doing? This is not you? This is not the nice man we have lessons from. This- you could never do this. You'd never be-"
