My Insensitive Professor

Chapter 3

I run out of the classroom and end up bumping into several people along the way. They look at me as if they're watching a devil on the run. The students here already had a bad impression of me because of that stupid bet, and now, without a doubt, it's definitely worse.

I still can't believe that the man I met in a park is my teacher. When I saw him, I thought he might own his own business or something like that, but he teaches, and to complete my frustration, I have immense difficulty in his subject.

Now I have the phone number of the man I met in the park, who turns out to be my teacher.

When I reach my locker, the school is almost deserted. I open it and put away my materials I used today, close it, and someone bumps into me, knocking me to the ground.

Just my luck!

I look to see who knocked me down and see the damn Brandon! The jerk didn't even stop to help me.

"Sorry, Eve," I thought he didn't remember me, but it seems he won't easily forget my name.

I see a hand extended when I'm about to get up. I look up and find Joshua. This is the second time he extends his hand to me, and I grab it, and like the first time, I feel the strange shiver pass through my body, giving me goosebumps.

"Some students at this school are lost," Joshua says, looking where Brandon went. " I thought you were in college". I'm momentarily stunned by how direct he was.

"Well, I plan to be next year," I'm glad my voice doesn't falter like the first time. "I need to go home."

"Yes, home," he nods.

I turn around, but Joshua places his hands on my shoulders, making me feel shivers all over, and hands me a sheet of paper.

"This is the material I covered today," he says. I must be blushing deeply, so I lower my head, staring at the ground, trying to hide it.

"You look so young when you blush like that."

A little girl? Great!

"Thanks, professor," I say, I take the sheet from his hands and maybe dreamed for a few seconds, however, I'm sure his eyes shone in a different way.

"No need to thank me, I just need this sheet in my hands tomorrow." I nod and make my way to the school gates.

[...]

Joshua

In my last year of teaching, I was informed that I would be teaching the final year. I was relieved that the school administration didn't place me with children, I lack the patience to deal with them.

Upon entering the class, I am direct and clear, explaining my teaching method and starting to teach the semester's subject.

I clear up doubts for half the class, however, my thoughts are on the young woman from yesterday. I know she wouldn't call, but what if I did? This thought is haunting me even in my dreams.

I was intrigued by her innocence, as if she had never received a compliment. Everly blushed practically at every word I said, which made me wonder what her entire body would look like blushing.

I take a deep breath and go to the student sitting at the last desk in her row. She wears a cap and her head is down, her stature reminds me of someone. When she looks up, I feel like I must have lost my breath.

It's her! My artist!

My first thought is that she should be in college. I had plans for her, and now they're all going down the drain.

Before I can demand an explanation, the bell rings, and she practically runs out. I see the other students mocking her sudden departure and wonder if Everly is the reason for their laughter.

As soon as the room is empty, I look through the corridors for Everly, and not finding her, I lock my room and head down the corridor ahead.

I wanted Everly for myself, even if just for one night. She must not even be 18, and she is my student.

Everly is just a young woman who attracted me, and since I can't have her, I can only thank God for creating procreation from Adam and Eve, so there would never be a shortage of women in this world.

[...]

I head to the school exit, and a student runs quickly past me. From a distance, I observe Everly closing her locker and being knocked down by the same student, making me furious

I run to her and reach out my hand, she grabs it and I pull her towards me.

Every time I touch her, an electrifying sensation passes through my body, leaving me ecstatic, like a drug I can't get enough of.

What makes this girl different?

Then I do something I shouldn't do, even though I know I could be fired in seconds, I give her the class notes, asking her to return them the next day.

I can't have my student, but there are plenty of other women out there.

[...]

I swing by my apartment to take a shower and put on casual clothes for a brief outing to a bar in Montesano.

When I arrive, I order a whiskey and sit down to decide who to approach.

A blonde sits next to me and smiles, introducing herself.

"I'm Rebecca."

"Joshua."

She seems like an easygoing type, and that's exactly what I need right now.

We head to her apartment with Rebecca clinging to me and planting wet kisses on me that somehow don't attract me.

"My room is there," she pulls me and I follow.

I'm surprised when she takes off her dress and there's no underwear underneath. I can't help but notice that her body is very beautiful and toned, she probably spends her days at the gym.

I take off my shirt and throw it on the bed, getting on top of her.

Even with my pants on, I rub against her groin several times, but my p***s doesn't harden, leaving me mortified.

I move away from Rebecca and she looks at me with a confused expression.

"What happened?"

"I have to go."

"Like now?" she asks, alarmed.

"Yes" I've never had a problem with erections and I'm not about to embarrass myself because my damn p***s isn't cooperating.

"Why?"

"You're beautiful, but I can't do this."

Honestly, I've never turned down a woman in my life! I grab my shirt from the floor and leave her apartment.

I arrive home more than frustrated, go to the bathroom and turn on the shower, letting the cold water fall on my body.

I close my eyes, and my mind starts to wander, imagining Everly naked and her body completely flushed with pleasure. When I open my eyes, I'm shocked by what I see.

My erection is harder than stone.

I continue imagining Everly, open and waiting for me, and I start to touch myself, rubbing faster and faster.

Everly moans, her body turning scarlet, and I imagine thrusting hard into her.

I close my eyes and let the greatest pleasure I've ever had spill onto the bathroom floor.

Damn, that was more than intense, it seems my p***s came to life just by imagining Everly.

I've always known I had a problem as I grew up, when I wanted something, I needed to have it one way or another and it seems Everly is my focus now.

[...]

Everly

"Dylan, I can't believe you're back!" I give my best friend a playful choke.

I was leaving school, and seeing him felt like a gift.

"Eve, I was waiting for you to get out of this torment called school."

Dylan accompanies me home and we have lunch together, we talk about everything, and from what I see, he came back to finish his last year here in Montesano.

"And how's the painting and drawing going?" I ask excitedly, it was Dylan who taught me to draw, he is a born painter and I dare say that in a few years he will be famous.

"Just painting people and landscapes."

"Can I ask you something?" I'm not nervous about what I have in mind, Dylan is and always has been my loyal friend.

"Anything."

"I want you to make a drawing where I'm completely naked." Dylan takes a deep breath, he seems stunned.

"What? Why do you want that?"

"I don't know" I answer truthfully. I see myself in the mirror every day and I don't like what I see, I've always wanted to observe myself through someone else's eyes, and I would never ask Dylan if he weren't 100% gay.

"Eve, I've never done anything like this."

"Please!" I put on my best puppy-dog eyes.

"Alright, but I can't promise a good result, I've never done a nude portrait," I give Dylan a warm hug, thanking him.

"I'm going home to grab my supplies."

I nod and Dylan leaves, and I count my blessings. My mother won't be back in two days, and she would have a heart attack if she saw Dylan drawing me.

Dylan returns half an hour later with his paints and the blank canvas.

"Have you decided on your pose?"

"Yes, I won't be fully nude, because I don't think I'm comfortable with that, so I got a sheet to strategically drape over some parts of my body."

"Where do you think is best?"

"On that white couch of your mother's," he points to the wall where my mother's very white couch is positioned.

I sit down with the sheet around my body and unexpectedly begin to feel anxious, feeling like I'm doing something taboo.

I lie on my side and Dylan comes over to me.

"What do you want to show?" he asks.

"My breasts."

"Lower the sheet to your waist and let one leg fall off the couch."

I do what Dylan asked and breathe deeply, trying to calm my racing heart.

"Eve, rest your head back and look up, make a face as if you're dreaming of something wonderful."

And I instantly think of Joshua.

[...]

Joshua

I get to the classroom before the students, and when the bell rings, they all come in.

Except for Everly.