(Writing Challenge) My Not So Romantic Rendezvous With My College Professor
"I just don't get it Professor Winters... I swear I read the assigned reading, like, at least three times!"
I leaned forward across his desk, letting my cleavage do the talking in this ridiculously tight shirt. My push up bra was working magic to make my average boobs look at least somewhat impressive. Professor Winters was doing that annoying thing where he stared directly at my face instead of my chest. Like, hello?! Did this man not realize how much effort I put into these outfits?
Not to mention a full face of makeup... I was going for a sorta "girl next door" vibe, winged eyeliner with long fake lashes, and some cherry red lipstick that took me at least five attempts to get just right. Oh, and don't even get me started on the nearly an hour of styling it took to get my brunette hair into a 'natural' wave? A natural wave that actually involved three different sized curling irons, half a can of spray, and some bobby pins to create the illusion that my hair simply fell this way without any effort whatsoever?
Besides, I had practically memorized every single lecture this semester, and it was almost finals week. If I didn't make a move soon, I'd graduate without ever finding out if his hands felt as good as they looked when he wrote on the whiteboard. So obviously, I had to fail my last essay. Totally worth it if it got me some alone time in his office.
"Well," Professor Winters began, adjusting his stupid wire-rimmed glasses, "Perhaps the concepts are a bit advanced. Have you tried the notetaking method I demonstrated in class?"
His voice was so formal and professor-y. It made me want to climb right over his desk and straddle him.
"Oh, of course, Professor!" I said, dropping my voice a little "I have so much respect for your work... I'd do anything you suggest."
"Excellent!" he said, his eyes actually lighting up. "Since you're being so proactive, I'll give you an extra week to revise-"
"Revise?!" I shot up so fast my chair scraped against the floor. My skirt barely covered my ass as I leaned over his desk, both palms slapping down on the wood. "No! I messed up, Professor! A bad girl like me needs to be punished! Roughly, in fact! No exceptions!"
He blinked, actually leaning away from me. "Lily, I'm not sure I follow..."
"What I mean is... is..." My brain completely short circuited. How could someone be so hot and so clueless at the same time?! Did he really not notice how every girl in his class practically drooled whenever he erased the whiteboard?
"Lily, your behavior is extremely concerning," he said in that infuriatingly calm voice of his. "As your academic advisor, I have a responsibility-"
"I want to fuck you!"
...
Oh. My. God. Did I actually just blurt that out?! Like, out loud?! But then I saw his face, the way his jaw dropped and his eyes went all huge behind those stupid hot glasses of his, and I knew there was no going back.
"You want to... with me?" he somehow managed to squeak out, fingers fumbling with his tie like it was suddenly choking him.
I pushed myself up onto his desk. Important looking papers crunched beneath my knees, but who cares about grading when you're about to fulfill your wildest fantasies? "I want to wrap my lips around that gorgeous cock of yours until you forget you even have a PhD, Professor. I want you to bend me over this desk and fuck me so hard my voice goes hoarse from screaming your name"
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, "Lily... you're my student..."
...Like, thanks for the obvious statement...
I positioned myself right over his stack of books, spreading my knees so he could get a perfect view of the black lace thong that was definitely NOT appropriate for office hours. I traced a finger along my bottom lip, slow and deliberate until stretching my shirt to show a matching bra. "I want you to fulfill every dirty dream I've had while I've been touching myself thinking about you for the past six months. Every night in my dorm, imagining what it would feel like to sit on your lap in that leather chair, or having you take me from behind in your bed. Your big strong arms lifting me up as I feel how thick you are. That perfect stretch. I want to hear you moan my name right before you lose it and fill me up completely... I want you to turn me into your personal-"
The door shot open and in stumbled his secretary.
"Professor Winters!" she gasped, her expression turning to surprise and confusion as she spoke, "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but... your wife is here to meet you for lunch."
"Wait, WHAT? You're MARRIED?!" I practically shrieked, my voice cracking with embarrassment as my head snapped towards him. My stomach felt sick as I scrambled off his desk, my face blushing a warm red with embarrassment. Professor Winters practically leaped out of his chair, knocking over a pen cup that made a ridiculously loud noise as it crashed to the floor.
"W- well, yes..." He adjusted those stupid glasses that suddenly looked a million times less hot. "Twenty-two years in May, actually. Sharon is my college sweetheart. We met in freshman chemistry-"
"Oh my god. Just... shut up. Please, just shut up." I said, grabbing the bridge of my nose.
I gathered up my bag and books, absolutely mortified as the wife, his wife, stood in the doorway with this concerned expression. "Um, hello there," she said, so nice and polite it made me want to throw up. "Are you a student in Robert's class?"
"Um, no. I'll be withdrawing, actually. Anyway, just leaving!" I blurted out, dodging around her without even looking her in the face. As I walked out of the room, without turning back I shouted, "Feel free to fail me Professor! No need to feel bad about! Bye!