SANDRA’S POV
Professor Blake’s curiosity was piqued as he inquired, “How did you know my name?” The revelation of his name seemed to catch him off guard.
With an air of mystery, I leaned in closer to him, my voice dripping with seduction, and replied, “Well, my name is Sandra, and that’s all you need to know.” The atmosphere between us seemed to thicken as I insinuated an enticing proposition, saying, “Would you like to have some fun with me, Professor Blake?”
His eyes roved over me, as he asked, “And do I know you before?” He scrutinized me from head to toe, clearly intrigued.
I maintained the seductive allure, urging him, “Stop asking questions and let’s go to your house if you want to have some fun with me.” A subtle, playful smile curled on his lips in response to my suggestive words.
“Alright, then. Let’s go,” he agreed, and with that, we embarked on an adventure. He led me to a secluded corner in the bar, where three identical, handsome gentlemen were each enjoying the company of different women. Their striking resemblance suggested that they were triplets.
With an authoritative nod, Professor Blake announced to the trio, “Guys, I’ll be heading home now,” and they acknowledged him with thumbs up, clearly accustomed to his decisions.
Turning his attention back to me, he declared, “Let’s go,” and together, we left the lively atmosphere of the bar. Settling into his car, a fleeting but charged exchange of glances passed between us as he smoothly inserted the car key into its slot. The engine roared to life, and with a sense of anticipation, he accelerated, setting a course for his house.
As the car sped through the dimly lit streets on our way to Professor Blake’s house, he couldn’t help but be consumed by curiosity. The silence between us was palpable, and he finally broke it, his voice tinged with intrigue, “Sandra, seriously, how did you know my name? Have we met before? Or are you some sort of hired assassin sent to kill me?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his persistence, a melodic sound that filled the car’s interior. Turning to face him, I met his gaze with a mischievous twinkle in my eyes. “If I were some sort of assassin sent to take your life, don’t you think I would have done so already, Professor Blake?” My words were laced with amusement as I leaned in closer, a faint, teasing smile playing on my lips.
Professor Blake’s eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated my response. The intrigue and suspicion in his eyes seemed to give way to a sense of curiosity and a touch of amusement as well.
“You’re right,” Professor Blake conceded, his curiosity unabated. “But that still doesn’t answer my question.” His voice held a blend of skepticism and fascination, as if he had entered into a mystery he couldn’t resist unraveling.
I leaned in even closer, my lips almost brushing his ear as I whispered seductively, “You don’t need to know how I got to know to your name. Let’s just go to your house and have fun with ourselves.” With a sly grin, I gently placed a finger on his lips, silencing any further inquiries.
He gazed at me for a considerable duration before redirecting his attention to the road. I also stared out the window and enjoyed the beautiful night view and cool breeze.
In case you’ve forgotten, my name is Sandra, and I happen to be Bella’s closest friend. Now, if you’re curious about how and when I ended up in this car with professor Blake, allow me to elucidate. It transpired after Bella informed me that Professor Blake had visited our dorm and taken her somewhere in the middle of the night. When Bella disclosed the rather surprising detail that she and Professor Blake had shared a kiss, I was overcome with a mix of jealousy and anger. You might be wondering why such emotions stirred within me regarding my best friend’s romantic encounter with her mate.
The source of my jealousy stemmed from the fact that I had harbored romantic feelings for Professor Blake ever since I first laid eyes on him in the morning. My infatuation with him had commenced the very moment he assumed the role of our new history professor. He possessed an unparalleled handsomeness and exhibited perfection in every conceivable manner. I couldn’t help but wish I were the one destined to be his mate, rather than Bella. It’s worth noting that I already have a mate of my own, though he’s currently residing abroad and doesn’t quite possess the same level of allure and breathtaking charisma as Professor Blake.
To be entirely forthright, I had fallen head over heels in love with Professor Blake upon our initial encounter. Every aspect of his being captivated me from the moment I first laid eyes on him earlier that morning. Since then, he had dominated my thoughts ceaselessly. I even masturbated with a photograph I had discreetly snapped of him while he was engrossed in delivering his morning lecture.
Bella’s revelation that she was Professor Blake’s mate was a source of profound anguish for me. The pain I felt was so acute that I found myself yearning to alter the course of time or rewrite my own destiny in order to become Professor Blake’s mate instead.
Skipping ahead to the point in time after Bella told me that she and professor Blake went out in the middle of the night and kissed, I retreated to my room in a fit of anger. I did so with the intention of concealing the tumultuous emotions that were threatening to surface. I was keen on avoiding any suspicions on Bella’s part regarding my feelings for her mate. Mere minutes after I angrily went to my room, I decided to seek solace and clarity at a local bar, all without notifying Bella of my whereabouts. At the bar, I partook in some libations and, during a restroom visit, I happened to cross paths with none other than Professor Blake, which ultimately led to our present circumstances. I hope this clears up any confusion in your mind.
While Professor Blake continued to navigate the road towards his residence, an uncontrollable smile crept across my face at the thought of having sex with him. The desire had burned within me from the very moment I first laid eyes on him that morning, and as we embarked on our journey to his abode, a profound sense of elation and euphoria surged through me.
The anticipation of being with Professor Blake in a more intimate setting was electrifying. My mind raced with a whirlwind of fantasies and desires that had been building since our initial encounter that morning. As his car smoothly glided along the road, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him, my thoughts filled with the possibilities of what lay ahead.
The very idea of being in his presence, alone in the confines of his home, sent shivers of excitement down my spine. As our journey continued, the tension in the air grew palpable, and I couldn’t contain my excitement and happiness. This was a moment I had longed for, and it was unfolding before me like a perfectly written chapter in a romantic novel.