“Professor, may I ask you something?” She spoke to me in the hallway before class one day.
“Yes, of course. Go ahead!” I tried to sound professional and distant.
“Josephine is celebrating her birthday today and I would like to go to town to buy her a present since she’s going on a trip right after class and will be gone for two days. Would you excuse me from class today?”
“Madeleine, this is college. You don’t have to attend classes if you don’t want to. You just have to be ready for the exams.”
“I know that, Professor. But I want to be in your classes and I don’t want you to think I’m not interested in them.”
“Why is it so important if I think you’re interested in my classes or not?” I tried to develop a casual dialogue but still in the context of student-professor relationship. Actually I wanted to be with Madeleine, to talk to her for as long as possible about anything.
“I care about what you think.” She smiled devilishly and ran her hand through her wonderful long and wavy hair.
“Well, that’s nice…” I was a bit confused and sure that Madeleine felt me fantasizing about her. “I’m very happy to hear you say that, but that doesn’t mean you can be undisciplined. Okay?” I laughed and took the opportunity to break the distance I had made between us. I touched her with the tip of my index finger on her nose and smiled.
“Okay, professor. You will see I will pass through the subject matter just the way you like it.” She smiled too, biting her lower lip. Her face turned red. So I wasn’t alone with my fantasies. Madeleine wanted from me the same thing I wanted from her.
Chapter 2: Revealing itself
She turned around and went down the long hallway. I looked after her and enjoyed the beauty of her body and ass. Her curves were clearly imprinted on her jeans. She turned around and gave me a seductive smile. I smiled back, waved to her and opened the classroom door.
“Professor, Madeleine went to town and-” Josephine, her bench colleague said. She was a regular porn beauty. I could never figure out what she was doing in college. Her sexy outfits would have fit in better at some turbo-folk party than an educational institution.
Josephine, as fuckable as she was, didn’t catch my attention. She knew more about diets and tanning salons and a whole bunch of other stuff. With her miniskirts, high heels and deep cleavage she tried to pull all the attention to herself, from everyone, not just me. What I did like about her was her perfectly flat stomach and a little bracelet on her right ankle. I suppose that was her trademark.
“I know, Josephine!” I interrupted her firmly. She was getting on my nerves.
“What do you know? “ She raised her eyebrows and looked at me with her ‘come fuck me’ look.
“I know that Madeleine went to town.”
“Oh, that. Okay!”
“So what else should I know? “ By the tone of voice I used, I wanted to send her a signal that nothing except class should be the subject of communication between her and me, Madeleine or any other student. I felt like all of my colleagues and students knew I was fantasizing about Madeleine.
“Nothing, nothing… I’m sorry!” said Josephine respectfully, and I liked that in a certain way. She had never spoken to me before and I expected her to act casually. I liked her apology.
Days went by and I couldn’t stop thinking about Madeleine. I fantasized about her every day. The energy between us existed and our relationship became more relaxed. I would sometimes sit with the students and have some coffee with them, trying to be with the group she belonged to. We talked more and more in the halls and exchanged casual touches, which would turn me on regularly and I would pull them back in my fantasies about her.
The time came for the term papers and it also meant the time my students would come for regular consultations. That made me nervous. I knew her turn would come and I didn’t know what to do.
Should I pretend like nothing was happening, or should I try something? What if I turned out to be an idiot? What if she started to talk about how I tried to sleep with one of my students? I wasn’t the only one who had ever tried or succeeded at doing that, but that wasn’t in sync with the authority I had, and especially with what people thought about me. I should have been happy about meeting her alone, but I couldn’t wait for that day to finally come and go.
“Good evening, professor!” She cheerfully walked into my office.
She pretended not to notice how she left me breathless. She had white tights made from some fine material and you could see her Venus hill perfectly. The high heels she wore made her legs look beautiful and accentuated her powerful ass even more.