The guy flirting with me, Jaime, I think he said his name is, is oblivious when it comes to our professor. Jaime is asking about my hobbies, interests, where I’m from, why I chose this particular school, why I want to be a lawyer, what kind of law I want to focus on. I answer the questions politely, but watch Leo the whole time. I’m not used to someone being jealous over me and I hate to admit that I like it. I would never try to make someone jealous on purpose, but it is flattering when it happens.
But why would he be jealous? What we have is just flirty, isn’t it? It’s an internet hookup, although now instead of relying on the app, we can just hook up in person whenever we want. Same goal, different method. Anyway, I can’t imagine he’s the kind of man would potentially fuck up his own career by actually dating one of his students. Surely, he wouldn’t want that information made public or he’d risk losing his job.
Leo starts his lecture, bringing up some PowerPoint slides and leading us through yesterday’s case study. Today, without the surprise of seeing him for the first time, I’m able to follow along and take notes. And I like seeing this side of him. Super fucking smart. Confident as hell. He leads us through the case and documents, pointing out so many things I’d missed when I just read it on my own yesterday. Clearly, he is as smart as he is sexy. Halfway through class he tells us to exchange work with another student so we can critique each other’s case studies. I turn to Jaime.
As I exchange notes with Jaime, and we start talking about the case, I hear my phone ping from my bag. I reach down for it and I see a text from Leo. I don’t like the way that kid is looking at you.
Despite my mouth turning up at the corners in amusement, I try my best to hide my smile. I text him back: He’s just being a nice guy. We’re following your assignment.
I go to put my phone back in my bag so I can concentrate on my work, but apparently he’s not done with this particular part of his lecture, and my phone pings again.
No, he’s looking at you the way I look at you; like I want to rip your clothes off.
“Everything okay?” Jaime asks.
“Oh, just my mom. You know how overprotective parents can be.”
I text Leo back. All thoughts about the work in front of me have flown out the window, and now the only part of my brain that’s operating is the horny part. Not very useful or smart of me.
Oh really? You want to rip my clothes off? What else do you want to do to me?
“Enough discussion now,” Leo announces to the hall. “Now I want you editing your partner’s paper. Trust me, they can use all the help they can get.”
Jaime rolls his eyes at me and I smile back. We each start making marks on the other’s paper. Leo’s eyes finally shift to me, and Jaime seems suddenly invisible to him. I raise my eyebrows in a challenge.
Leo glances at me, then back at his phone. He’s typing for a while and I realize I’m holding my breath. Moments later I receive another text.
I want to walk up the aisle with everyone in this room watching. I want to drag you down to the front of the hall and strip you naked, revealing your milky pale skin. I would lay you down on the desk and spread your legs, exposing that tight little pussy of yours, all pink and wet and swollen. I’d spread you open and shove my tongue inside your sexy cunt until your juices flow out of you covering my mouth.
My breathing gets heavy. Dirty talk is a very new thing to me, and some of the words Leo uses I have always had an aversion to. I thought they were base, and even degrading. But the way he uses them doesn’t feel like that at all. They make me feel powerful and sexy, like he’s worshipping me, and my body responds immediately.
I feel paranoid reading these texts with Jaime sitting next to me. He’s too attentive to whatever I’m doing. I risk the chance of him looking over my shoulder and reading my texts. I’m glad I didn’t save Leo’s name in my phone. It’s just a number, but a number I know by heart already. If Jaime does manage to read my text, he’ll probably think it’s to another student, but he’ll also wonder why I lied to him about it being texts from my mother. I look around and see most people concentrating on the papers in front of them. I feel some relief and go back to the texts that buzz one by one as they arrive.
I would finger you slow and soft at first, letting your wetness build until it’s spilling out of you, lubing up everything. And then I would add another finger and another until you’re stretched to the point where it’s almost painful but not quite. Your little friend (who is staring at you intently right now, by the way) would cry with his little boner in his hand, knowing he will never be able to bring you the pleasure that I can. He’ll stroke his cock along with the other little shits in this class and wish they were me.
This time I do smile. When I look at Jaime, he hurries to look away, but it’s too late. I catch him. I glance at Leo and he’s laughing. We share a secret smile before he goes back to texting.
And then I would fuck you, deep and hard while your screams of pleasure fill the room. As I squeeze and suck your perfect tits, everyone watching will be jealous because they want you, but they can’t have you. Only I can. Your pussy belongs to me now. It’s all mine, and I’ll use it how I want and when I want and will make you come so hard that your eyes will cross and your legs will be useless. When your pussy is too sore, I’ll use your ass. You liked my tongue on your asshole, didn’t you?
I bite my lip, remembering the strange, yet amazing sensation.
I know you did. You’ll like my cock filling you up even better.
There’s a small zing of fear at the thought of my ass being penetrated by his huge dick. I’ve never had anything in there before, though I have entertained the idea of it. It just seemed too strange and too scary to even attempt it. But this is just fantasy, right?
By now I’m so wet it’s uncomfortable. I squirm in my seat, trying to find a position that feels more comfortable, but my pussy is so sensitive nothing works. I look up at Leo and see his dark stare, the hunger in his eyes. He stands up.
His voice is like a sudden gunshot, filling the room and startling those around him. “It’s your lucky day,” he says. “I’m letting you out early. Continue this work outside of class. None of you completed yesterday’s case study to my expectations. I expect all of you to take your time today to look over your partner’s edits and resubmit by the end of the day. See you tomorrow, bright and early.”
Everyone seems confused at first, then excited by this development and they shuffle out of the room. As I stand up Leo says, “Kimmy, you stay. We need to talk about your case study in particular.”
Jaime gives me a sympathetic smile. “This class can be a little rough. Hang in there, you’ll get it.”
“It’s definitely rough,” I say, smiling inside as he pats me on the shoulder and leaves.
I wait until everyone is gone and then I walk toward the door to lock it.
“No,” Leo says, “Leave it.”
My eyebrows shoot up high on my forehead as the confusion distorts my features. Are we not fooling around this time? The disappointment of us not fulfilling anything that we texted about brings a tightness to my chest.
He surprises me by saying, “The risk of getting caught is half the fun.”
I hesitate. While yes, a little danger could be fun, we could really be caught. He could get in serious trouble if someone sees him fooling around with a student. My reputation could be ruined as well. No student wants to be the teacher’s pet in that way. But his confidence is contagious, and rather than listen to my own instincts, I follow his lead. I give into the excitement of being caught. Taking this risk is heightening my senses. I grow bolder as I walk to the front of the large hall and to his desk, where he’s leaning back so cockily. Like he knew I would come. He expects me to follow his instructions.
We stand in front of each other and stare into each other’s eyes. My nipples tingle and grow hard. I’m exhilarated and nervous. There are other feelings too, that I can’t quite put my finger on in the moment. The stirring in my chest is terrifying because it feels like this is more than just a fling. When he told me I’m his and no one else’s, I wanted that to be true. And I realize now, as I walk down the aisle toward him, that I want him all to myself as well.
Oh, God. Am I falling for my professor? Even as I ask myself that question, I know the answer and it’s horrifying. I am. There’s no getting around it. Leo is everything I’ve ever wanted. Smart and sexy, the kind of man who takes charge and will risk everything to be with me.