The Professor

Dec. 14th, Thursday The lecturer drew a circle on the whiteboard and wrote down some kind of formula. Vera had totally no idea what the kind old lady was talking about. She did not care. Her mind was on another planet. Sitting on the chair, she felt as if a finger was slowly squeezing into her body. As a virgin, she knew she was perfectly tight. She almost felt pain inside as the imaginary finger went deeper. She rubbed her bottom against the chair gently. Her face was red and her palms were sweating. She tried her best to look at the lecturer calmly and pretended as if she was listening. What happened to me? Vera asked herself. It was the fault of a music teacher, Professor Might. Dec. 13th, Wednesday She did not expect to see that kind of man on such a boring course. It was only the third day of her university life and a drowsy afternoon. On the way to the classroom, Vera never felt so sleepy after lunch. She chose a Music Appreciation course, which the senior students said would be easy to pass, and it would be the first lesson today. Maybe she could nap for a while during the class. When she entered the classroom, she saw Professor Might. He was big and tall and dressed in grey suits. He was trying to connect his laptop to the big screen. I must have seen him somewhere. Vera thought. Somehow she was not brave enough to greet the professor. She sat down on a chair close to the window. Though his air seemed heavy, his blue eyes were clear and clean. Other students arrived one by one and filled the classroom. There were almost forty of them, but she felt the other students did not exist. “Good afternoon.” The professor said, and then showed his name on the PPT. “My last name is ‘Might’. Don’t spell it wrong on the exam paper, or I will give you a 'Fail'.” Some students were giggling. Vera followed them to giggle, but her thoughts were on his voice. It was a deep, almost profound voice, but not too deep to be heavy. It was like hot chocolate, rich and velvety. Vera could not remember much of the lesson, mainly because he sang a song to these new students before the end of the class, which took up most of her mind. He was music itself. That evening Vera felt a butterfly in her stomach. She never had a boyfriend. (But why did she think about boyfriends?) Her only experiences of romance were novels and movies. (Why did she think about romance?) She lied down in bed and thought about those blue, clear eyes. She drowned herself in that warm, deep lake. The first time I saw you, I already felt I knew you. *** As she pushed open the office door, she saw the professor was working at the desk. He looked up. “Professor, I have some questions about the last lesson…” Vera's voice was trembling. She could not look into his eyes. She reached out her notebook and put it beside the professor's laptop on the desk. “I don’t understand how…” Time froze. The professors' lips were moving, but Vera did not hear a word. She wondered what they would taste like: chocolate or coffee? It would always be bitter-sweet, just like love… She felt her temperature was higher than it should normally be. “Vera,” The professor called her name. Vera just realized he had already finished explaining and was waiting for her. “Sorry Professor, I was…” “No need to apologize, Vera.” The professor looked up at her without any smile. She could almost not stand still. “Sorry, Professor.” “I said there is no need to apologize.” “I…” “Go and bend down at the table.” He nodded to a small table in the corner of the office. The curtains were already closed. Vera wanted to say something, but obeyed with no words. She almost simultaneously followed his command as she heard it. She walked to the table slowly but steadily. She was happy there was someone to tell her what to do. As she bent down, she felt the cold glass under her body. It cooled down the fire within her a bit. She heard his steps and her heart beat faster than she could bear. Finally he stopped. She felt a cold hand brushing her naked arm. That hand goes up slowly all the way to her neck. She shivered as it touched her ear. Then it ended on her chin. He turned her face around and forced her to look at him. “Make no sound.” He said word by word and turned her face down almost with a push against the table. Vera’s forehead hit the cold glass and she made a little sharp noise but controlled herself quickly. Luckily, the professor did not talk about it. She felt her skirt was being pulled up, her underwear pulled down and her private parts were exposed in the cold. It was so silent. She could not see but she felt the man's two eyes gazing at her p***y. She had never been looked at by a man naked. She felt shy and tightened her hips but was forced apart with two hands. “Don't…” “What did I say?” Vera tried to speak but was directly interrupted. Then what she got was a spank on her hip. It was all of a sudden and she really wanted to scream. But she stopped herself. It was like being punished by a father, or uncle, or any kind of elderly man… She felt ashamed and almost wanted to cry. Fortunately, the punishment did not occur again. The professor was merciful. Or not. His two hands touched on her inner thigh and slowly went up. It was quite itchy and she could not help wriggle her body. Her legs rubbed against each other and clamped his hands, but were quickly and firmly made apart. She wanted his hands to reach the top part of her thighs, but he seemed to avoid it on purpose. His hands were suddenly off her body, and she panicked. "Don't go!" Inside she was shouting. He did not let her down. His hands, now warm, went inside her top and went up along her waist. He loosened her bra, grabbed her breasts and fondled her n*****s. She had never been touched by a man. She almost felt like falling down. Her mind was blank and she wanted to cry. “Professor…” The hands were pulled out. She realized she had broken the rule and suddenly felt cold and lonely. But it was not long until her hips were spanked. A red mark was left on her tender skin. She could not even tell whether she made the sound on purpose. Did she expect to be beaten? The professor did not say anything. And she could not feel his hands anymore. What was he doing? Why did he let her wait? Every second without his touch was like being roasted on fire. Suddenly his two hands touched her hips and gently moved down. His fingers brushed past her anus and gave her a thrill. They went down and started to play with her privates, but deliberately not touched on her c******s. Then she felt a finger inside her hot and wet v****a. It was the first time that something besides her own fingers was thrust into her body. She was almost too wet to feel anything inside. She sighed and wriggled and wanted more. The professor understood her immediately and pushed two fingers in. She wanted to moan but was afraid the fingers would go out if she did so. Vera bit her lips to avoid making any noise. The professor seemed to be pleasant with her hole. He pulled his finger out and undid his own pants. She felt something warm and big rubbing against her moist hole. “Do you want it?” Vera nodded her head slightly, almost unable to see. But the professor did not waste a second to push himself inside her body all the way to her deepest. Pain overwhelmed the lower part of her body, and she screamed out. *** Dec. 14th, Thursday Vera woke up in confusion. How did someone she met for the first time come into her dream, not to say a wet dream? Why was she so obedient in her dream? And why did she feel so satisfied even after she woke up? How could she face Professor Might in class in the future? Vera got up as if she had just had a big s*x at night. She felt dizzy. Her underwear was wet throughout and she must change it before she went out for today's lessons. She hated mathematics. When the kind old lady drew the damned circle on the damned whiteboard, all she could think about was a man's finger inside her body.