by Madison Faye
He grins when I say it, those dark eyes flashing at me as the the smile creeps across his face. “No, no not at all. Totally my fault for plowing into you.”
He doesn’t recognize me. I suddenly realize I’m still wearing my big dark sunglasses, and a hat pulled over my unruly hair. Plus, I’d never be out in public in a just a tank top this tight, not without a shirt or something over it - sort of like the shirt I left in the car when I darted in real quick to get coffee before class.
And the combination of all this makes me someone new to him, I realize. My unruly hair is mostly tucked under my hat, and my eyes are hidden behind big shades, and I’m - well, not as covered as I might normally be.
I want to be embarrassed, or mortified that I just poured coffee all over myself and my hot professor, but I’m not. Because the way he’s looking at me right then, like I’m something he wants instead of someone that just happens to have her hand up first in class, has me getting warm in all sorts of places.
The way he’s looking at me has me wet.
I’m barely aware of what he’s even saying, so lost in just losing myself in this surreal moment of having a whole one-on-one conversation with Liam Martin that I’m talking on autopilot until-
“Let me get your number or something. If you won’t let me pay for the shirt, let me take you out to dinner or something instead.”
I blush bright red, feeling the heat flow through my whole body. Oh my God, Liam Martin just asked me out.
It’s like every stupid girly daydream I’ve ever had while I’m sitting in his class losing myself in watching him or listening to him talk. The dirty, hot, totally inappropriate daydreams, I might add. I mean Liam Martin is easily twice my age, and my professor. The daydream involving the two of us is hot because it’s so wrong, and so inappropriate, and so far from reality.
Except here we are, and he’s actually asking to take me out. And do I jump on this chance? Do I give in to my dirty daydreams and tell him to take me any way he wants like I do in my dreams?
No, of course not, because I’m a big giant wimp.
And so instead, I’m blushing and stammering like the awkward, inexperienced virgin that I am. And suddenly, even though my brain is screaming at me to shut up, I’m muttering something about being late - for the class he teaches, of course. And before I know it, I’m in my car halfway back to campus and yelling at myself for being such a stupid shy idiot.
I’m pulling my plaid shirt on over the coffee-stained tank top as I get out of the car, only then gasping as I realize my nipples are totally obvious through the wet cotton. I’m suddenly remembering that hot, hungry look of his, and I’m blushing and feeling this little thrill run through my young body as I realize what the source of that hunger was.
It’s naughty, and totally wrong to like the idea of my much older professor staring at my see-through shirt like that, but there’s no denying the warm feeling pooling between my legs. There’s no denying that the thought of showing him so much has my cheeks flushed red and my panties getting wet as I slip into the lecture hall and take my seat.
Professor Martin walks in, looking incredible of course in his dressed-down t-shirt and jeans, a book under his tattooed arm like some sort of biker-turned-writer. He’s mumbles an apology out about the time before he opens his book, looks up, and suddenly locks eyes with me. They go wide in shock, before suddenly they’re burning. I can see his breath catch, and then the muscles of his neck tighten as he clenches his jaw.
And there’s that look again. It’s the same look he had when my big, full young tits were all but bared to him. It had me hot before, but it’s got me biting my lip, crossing my legs, and feeling totally turned on now seeing it again.
Oh yeah, he knows who I am now. He knows what I am now, seeing me here. He knows I’m his student, his most certainly off-limits, lose-your-job-over, inappropriate student.
Except he doesn’t look away, not at all.
And when I see something dark flash across those eyes, I feel a hot flush creep down my body, and I shiver at the promise in those eyes.
He’s like a hungry wolf, and I’ve never been more excited to feel like a sheep.
Chapter 5
Liam
She bolts the second class is over. The minute that clock hits two and the rest of the shuffling, wise-cracking freshman start to get up out of their seats, she’s grabbing her bag and darting out the door.
Right, like I’m going to let her get away again.
Yeah, I know I should stay put. I know I should sit my ass down, let her leave and then go get a big stiff drink somewhere. Maybe hit up one of the townie bars off campus and get laid.
Except fuck that. She’s like a magnet, like she’s been the whole damn lecture while I basically stared at her. I stood there like some sort of horny teenager, letting my eyes drop to the tops of her breasts peeking out of that totally not-form-fitting plaid shirt. Except it didn’t matter that she had that other shirt thrown on, because I’d seen what was underneath. I’d stood there all fucking class thinking of those perfect young tits wrapped up in that tight damn tank top, with her nipples slowly hardening and showing through the wet cotton.
I’d somehow meandered through Jane Eyre while I’d fantasized about Ellie Thompson riding my cock, her face scrunched up in ecstasy as I pumped her full of my cum.
I shove other students out of the way, ignoring questions about class, ignoring the kid that tries to shove the three-day late report into my hands, until I see her side-stepping down a quieter hallway and making for the exit. I narrow my eyes at her, like she’s a target, as I storm right towards her.
I’m still half the hallway-length away from her when a guy in a football jersey suddenly pulls away from the stream of student walking past us and drapes an arm heavily over her shoulders.
I frown, feeling my jaw tense as I see it.
Jesus, of course there’s a guy. I mean a girl that looks like that, out on her own at college? Yeah, no shit there’s a boyfriend.
Ted; the name pops into my head from some other lecture I have with this piece of shit in it. One of those kids with zero business being at a school like this but he got in because he knows how to hit people on a football field. Yeah, I played football too, but I didn’t coast on it like this asshole.
I’m rolling my eyes at my own ridiculous horny fantasy about this girl and that perfect body when another movement catches my eye. He’s got her cornered against the wall of the hallway, but it’s the way she’s shaking her head and trying to push him away that has me growling inside as every muscle in my body tenses.
I see the emotion flare in her eyes and the way her her whole body tenses up at his touch like she’s scared, and all I want to do is murder this guy. My eyes narrow as I march right towards them.
“Look, just quit being such an uptight prudish bitch and-”
“That’s enough.” My voice booms out far louder than I intended it to, but the effect is perfect. Ted immediately drops his hand from it’s grip on her arm and whirls towards me, a scared look on his face that has me grinning to myself.
“It doesn’t really look like the young lady wants your hands on her, does it?”
“Oh, yeah, we were just talk-”
“Where I come from, ‘talking’ doesn’t involve grabbing a girl by the arm and stopping her from walking away.” I glance quickly at Ellie, who’s biting her lip as she looks at me with big, wide eyes.
Ted smirks, and for a second, I have to remind myself the consequences of putting my fist through his fucking face. “Listen, Mr. Mar-”
“Professor Martin,” I growl, and as I take a step towards him, he suddenly cowers a little and takes a step back.
Little punk.
“Yeah, sure, professor.”
“‘Yes sir,’ will do,” I say with a low voice. “And if I ever see you with your hands on a girl like that again, we’re going to have fucking problems. Do I make myself clear?” My eyes are locked on his, my hand in a
fist at my side.
He nods quickly. “Yes, sir.”
“Move.”
He shoots one quick last look at Ellie before turning and skulking away.
I turn my attention back to her, still looking at me with those big eyes, her mouth hanging open. “Look, I hope I wasn’t putting my nose where it doesn’t belong.”
And immediately, I can think of a few other things I want to put where they don’t belong with this girl.
She smiles at me, that same grin from outside the coffee shop, and I can feel my cock twitch a little in my jeans. “Oh, no, that was…” She trails off and bites her lip. “Thank you,” she says quietly.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she rolls her eyes, her cheeks flushing pink. “He’s just a jerk.”
Her eyes dart up to mine, and I can see her breath catch a little in her throat. “Look, Professor Mar-”
“You should have said something,” I say, cutting her off and holding those big blue eyes with my own.
I don’t know why I say it, especially since I’m already probably crossing some sort of line by intervening with whatever drama that was with Ted. These are adults, after-all, and this isn’t high school or anything. But really, she should have said something. I mean she stood there letting me hit on her, clearly not realizing who she was with those damn shades and that fuckin’ hat on.
Clearly not realizing she was my damn student.
And for a second, as roaring hard and single-mindedly turned on I am for her, that little fact starts to sink in. She’s my student. I could technically lose my job over this shit if she decided to report me for harassment or something. You hear horror stories of some flirty young coed accusing a non-tenured professor of “offering to change her grade” or some sort of bullshit, and the guy's career is ruined even if he never laid on a hand on her.
She’s quiet, chewing on her bottom lip as that flush creeps over her cheeks, her big wide eyes locked on mine.
“Look, I’m, uh-” I cough suddenly realizing my hand is still on her arm and dropping it as I clear my throat. “Look, I’m sorry if I was inappropriate. Your sunglasses, and the hat-”
“It’s okay, Professor Martin.”
Fuck.
There’s something so innocent about the way she says it, something off-limits and wrong about the way it almost sounds like she’s acquiescing to me that gets my cock rock hard in my jeans.
“Well, listen, I really didn’t recognize you, although I have no fucking idea how I didn’t with you front and center in class every day like you are.”
It’s not really flirtatious, but she blushes like I just dropped a line on her.
“You’re sure I can’t pay for the shirt?”
She laughs, and it’s this musical sound, her whole face twinkling as she smiles. “No, honestly, I’m the one that should be paying for yours.”
I shrug. “We’ll just say it’s covered by your tuition.”
She grins, biting her lip. “I’m here on a scholarship.”
Damn, is this girl hitting on me? It’s shy and inexperienced, which makes no sense coming from a girl that looks like his, but she’s almost flirting with me.
“Ah, well, in that case, I’m going to need you to pay for the shirt.”
She laughs again, and I realize I’m grinning like an idiot, allowing myself to flirt right back with this girl that I should not be flirting with.
She opens her perfect, pouty lips to start to say something, but then quickly closes it, her cheeks getting redder.
“Listen, you sure everything’s okay with that jackass?”
She grins at me and nods quickly. “It’s okay, really. Just an asshole.”
The thought of him being a jilted lover or an ex or something has me tensing my muscles all over again. The thought of her being with anyone - let alone a douchebag like that - has me seeing red for a second; like she’s mine.
And she’s not - not mine, that is - but that’s not to say I’m not thinking of every single way I want to make her mine.
“Well listen, if you need to talk, my office is always open.” I shrug, “I work late.”
She blushes again and bites that damn bottom lip again. “Thanks, Professor.”
We’re standing in the damn hallway of the school, surrounded by people, and all I can think about is tearing that shirt off her and burying my face in those ripe young tits. All I can picture is her bouncing up and down on my cock, that tight barely legal pussy gripping my shaft as she moans my name and comes for me. I’m imagining throwing her legs up over my shoulders and fucking her like a girl like that needs to be fucked until I pump every drop of my cum deep inside that fertile young cunt.
Student; she’s a STUDENT you fucking idiot.
“Professor?” I shake my daydream out of my head and blink to see her looking at me bashfully.
“Hmm?”
“See you in class tomorrow?”
I cough. “Uh, yeah.” I smile, forcing myself to make it a teacher-student sort of nurturing smile and not a wolfish and hungry one. “See you tomorrow, Ellie.”
Chapter 6
Liam
I’m in my office later after the rest of the building is dark and empty. And it’s exactly how I like it since it’s quiet enough to get some writing done.
But I can’t work tonight, because I’m rock hard. I’m imagining those tits, and that red hair fanned out as she lays across my desk, her legs spreading for me.
Damnit.
I’m hard as fucking stone, I’m getting nothing done, and I can’t ignore it anymore.
Fuck it. It’s dark, it’s late, and no one is ever here besides me anyways at this hour.
I have exactly one more voice of reason trickle into my ear, but I bury it as I quickly start to yank my belt off and unzip my jeans. I groan as I pull my cock out and start to stroke it, closing my eyes and thinking of her.
My head drops back as I imagine little Ellie Thompson on her knees, her hand around my cock. I growl as I pump my fist up and down, imagining her soft wet, innocent lips wrapping around my dick. I think of her big, pillowy tits wrapping around my shaft, her hands holding them together as she slowly and softly pumps them up and down, until I blast rope after rope of sticky cum across her breasts.
I stoke faster, imagining bending her over my desk and pulling those little daisy duke shorts down to her knees.
Please fuck me, Professor Martin, she’d beg, looking over her shoulder at me. I can feel my cock swelling up, my blood roaring in my ear as I imagine sheathing every fat inch of my cock in her barely legal, totally off-limits pussy.
And that’s what does it, I feel my balls twitch as the orgasm roars through me. The thought of blowing my cum deep inside her fertile young body - bare and totally unprotected - has me groaning her name out loud in the empty office as my cum blasts across a student’s paper on top of my desk.
There’s a flash of something in the corner of my eye, and I’m jerking my head around to just miss whatever it was. My eyes narrow, and I can feel the cold shiver hit me as I realize my fucking office door is cracked open.
You fucking Goddamn idiot, I hiss to myself as I jump out of my chair, tucking my cock back into my pants as I yank the door open and look down the dark hallway.
There’s nothing there, and slowly, I can feel my pulse start to slow from the manic pace of seconds before.
But that was close; too close. That was treading a line that’d get me kicked out of this cushy college job faster than you can say “better go write another best-seller.”
Been a lot of that today, hasn’t there.
I need to watch myself. First I’m hitting on a student and blatantly staring at her big, juicy tits, and now I’m almost getting busted jerking off in my fucking office. Yeah, I need to get my shit in line.
I’m shaking my head as I go back to my desk, and I’m starting to groan about the big load of cum I just dropped on some poor little shit’s paper, before my eyes free
ze at the name on the top.
Jesus, I just came on Ellie’s report.
It's a filthy, cock-twitchingly dirty thought, and I groan before I shake my head. No, I need to get these taboo, off-limits thoughts of Ellie Thompson right out of my head.
Except I’m still thinking them when I lock up later and leave. I’m still thinking of fucking that sweet young body and watching those tits bounce high on her chest. I’m still thinking of tasting that tight pussy, shoving my tongue deep inside as she whimpers for more. I’m groaning as I slam the door to my house off campus, shutting the world out behind me and whipping my cock back out. All I can do is dream about covering her big perfect tits with my cum.
And when I imagine buying my cock inside that barely legal cunt and pumping her full of my seed, I growl as my cum goes flying across the room.
Chapter 7
Ellie
I’m buzzing as I leave the English department building. I can feel my whole face blushing, and my entire body throbbing and tensing like I’ve been hit with some sort of electric spark as I make a bee-line right to my dorm.
Because what I just saw has me soaking through my panties.
“Well listen, if you need to talk, my office is always open…I work late.”
If I were any other girl - maybe a more experienced one, I’d say ‘talking’ wasn’t why I went to Liam Martin’s office so late, after the rest of the building was mostly dark and empty. But this is me we’re talking about, and truth be told, I don’t know why I went. To be near him and feel that illicit, electric glow I got whenever I was around him? To maybe feel that same rush I’d felt when he’d bumped into me out of class and talked to me and looked at me like I was this girl he had to have instead of just one of this students?
I fumble in my pocket for the keycard to my dorm, still feeling that powerful thrill thundering through me, making my nipples hard as points under my t-shirt and making my little pussy wet, soaking the cotton of my panties as I squeeze my legs together.