I tossed the book in my bag and quickly headed for the exit, my cheeks burned scarlet while the puddle of drool remained on my desk. I kept my head down and chewed on my lip as I passed him.
How do you fall asleep and dream about him, out loud, in class?
“Yes, Professor?” I asked sheepishly.
“A word please.”
“Listen if it’s about…”
He held up his hand to silence me as the rest of the students filed out and into the stone hallway of the Cathedral. It was the end of the day and we were all exhausted. I wanted to melt into the floor and disappear. He sat on the edge of his desk holding the papers we turned in before leaving. His messy hair, low-slung and tight jeans, tight, button shirt made the moistness returns to my panties. The vivid dream I had during class, the horrible one where I cried out Professor Mac Barton’s name in front of fifty other students, came rushing back. I wanted the man in the worst way.
“This business about you sleeping in class…”
“It won’t happen again, I promise,” I said in a hurry, hoping that was the end of his lecture.
“I see. Well that wasn’t what I was going to talk to you about.”
I groaned. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, well, you know. I, well, it just happened. I don’t know why I dreamed about you. I’m so sorry,” I blurted.
He chuckled, putting the papers down. “Calm down, Tabitha.
Oh God he said my name! He knows my name!
“I’m not upset.”
“You’re not?” I asked.
“Not at all,” he said.
He approached me, pursing his lip, locking his eyes with mine. They were a deep hazel set beneath long, dark lashes. His smile broadened as he placed his hands on my hips. A shudder ran up my spine. I had no idea what was going on, but I did not want it to stop. I took a step toward him, inhaling deeply. He smelled spicy and like old leather, just like a professor should.
“I’m so confused,” I said.
“You’re not the only one with fantasies.”
“Oh!” I exclaimed as he pulled my shirt over my head.
Professor Max placed trailed kisses along my collar bone down to my breasts. He pulled the fabric of my bra down, which only pushed my breasts up further. He rolled each of my nipples between his fingers till they were fully erect.
“Your tits are perfect,” he mumbled, before sucking on them.
“Mm hmm,” I groaned as he took one in his mouth.
I could feel his erect cock press into my thigh. “Oh my!”
I reached down and grabbed it, rubbing gently through his jeans. He moaned onto my nipple as I grasped his hard on. He quickly unbuttoned and slid his pants down, giving me full access to the raging erection that was not hiding so well.
“That is amazing,” I said.
“Yes,” I replied, unbuttoning my own jeans.
I slid to my knees taking him in my mouth. I closed my knees as he grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth. He wasn’t salty like I imagined but sweet. I let my hand slide between my legs and in my pussy. I was already so wet. I wanted his throbbing cock inside me so bad.
“Your mouth is amazing,” he groaned.
“My pussy is even better.”
He stood me up, turned me around, and bent me over his desk. I felt his cock slide between my legs as he searched for my wet slit. It was torture waiting for him to slide inside. I wanted his thick, throbbing dick inside. When he finally thrust in, my insides felt like they were going to melt. My entire body shuddered with each pump.
Max started slow and picked up pace as he learned my body. I gripped his desk as he pounded my pussy and occasionally slapped my ass.
“Oh shit, Tabitha. You weren’t kidding. This fucking pussy is amazing,” he grunted, pounding as hard as he could.
“I-I’m gonna cum. Fuck. You’re gonna make me cum already!”
“Good. Cum!” he commanded.
I could feel the muscles in my abdomen and pussy tighten as the orgasm of orgasms took over. A shudder of pure ecstasy took over starting in my legs and ran through my body. I collapsed on Max’s desk as his body stiffened. He exploded, letting out a mighty howl of pleasure. We lay there for the longest five minutes staring out the window of his classroom as the lights of Oakland came on.
“Hungry?” he asked.
Alexa Night is a Pittsburgh native. A born and raised yinzer raising a few more yinzers. She is the alter-ego of a married twenty-something fantasy/romance author who has taken the plunge into erotic writing. To keep the other writing separate Alexa was created. Her first trade erotic novella, Forever After, will be released in July 2014 (it’s out this month! are yinz ready?). Her second will be released mid 2015.