The Professor

Chapter 3

“If I never reply to her, she will never know what horrible words she has sent to me.” Professor Might thought.

“I appreciate your frankness. But you may want to think about it more before we proceed to the next step. M.”

What he did not know was, such messaged could only result in tantalizing Vera and filling her with indignation.

“Dear Professor Might, sorry to have sent you the messages by mistake. But now you have known my heart, there is no need to resist a further step on body, for heart is much more precious than body. Vera.”

“If you please. M.”

“I’m not afraid, professor. Vera.”

“I will wait for you in my office tomorrow at 6p.m. M.”

Vera could not eat anything for dinner. She did not feel hungry. She walked in the cold night air, her heart was tightened up and there was nothing in her mind. She walked firmly towards the office building as if to sacrifice herself for a mission.

Professor Might was already waiting there. He was sitting in the armchair with no laptop on the desk this time. Vera walked in and closed the door behind her. She did not know what she was supposed to do next.

The professor stood up and walked towards her. She almost stepped back in fear. They had never been so close. He held up her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

“Is this really what you want?”

Vera nodded, and forced a smile. Yes, this was what she wanted, but she could not help feeling awkward.

“You are so young,” the professor turned his face away, “Your smile is so pure. How can I do this to an innocent child?”

“No, don’t think this way!” Vera said eagerly, “Don’t think of me as a child. Think of me as a woman! I am already 18!”

“And I am already 36.” The professor raised up the corner of his mouth bitterly, “I am old enough to be your father.”

“I don’t care. I like older men.”

Professor smiled. He held Vera’s hands to his lips and kissed gently. “Come, sit beside me.”

They sat down on a small couch at the corner. Vera could smell the clean laundry scent from his shirt. His warmth passed to her through the thin clothes they wear. The professor gently put down her hands and touched her face with his fingers carefully, as if admiring a delicate china. Then he suddenly held her shoulders and dragged her forward for a kiss.

The feeling of being kissed was different from what she imagined. The short mustache prickled her lips and turned her on in a strange way. His tongue, though very rough, was careful and tentative. She knew he did not want to hurt her or make her uncomfortable, but she would rather he be more dominant. The kiss continued for more than two minutes and neither of them wanted to part. However, what she wanted was more than this.

As though he could read her mind, the professor reached his right hand and went into her tight top. She could feel his hand wondering around her belly and waist, but hesitated to touch the place she wished to be touched. She was combating with her shyness, and when she was about to give up, the professor’s hand landed on her breasts at last. He rubbed them gently in the way to fondle fragile art wares.

It was different from what she imagined. She thought intimate behavior should be rough and aggressive, not so cautious and tender… She wished he could use more strength, just like in her dream. But she was too shy to say anything. She felt she was a puppet in his hands. She seemed to have lost control of her body, and her fate.

“What’s wrong, dear?”

The professor stopped his hand and looked at her face. She did not notice she was frowning.

“Nothing.”

She did not look at his eyes.

The professor did not say anything but seemed to understand her. He moved his hands downwards and slowly reached into her skirt. They wondered around her underwear, and forced a groan out of her lips.

“No…”

She did not understand how this word came from her mouth. Maybe that was what was usually said in porn videos. However, her heart only wanted more. Though her words seemed to resist, her heart longed for more.

To her excitement, the professor did not stop on hearing the word. Maybe she was murmuring quite quietly. His right hand went into her underwear and brushed her lower belly, which was slightly covered by soft hair. Then it went down to the two little petals at the end of her two thighs. It circled around there for some time then carefully put one finger in.

Vera sighed in relief. So it finally happened. It was the first time that her body brought in a man’s finger. It went deep in her and messaged the sensitive and soft place inside. She quietly groaned, half in pleasure, and half to please her professor. Then he added a second finger. Vera felt her p***y was spread open. His fingers filled her body, and she could not help twisting herself. She wanted him to treat her body in a more relentless and brutal way, but he just did not satisfy her.

“Oh please…”

Vera overcame her shyness and pulled up her top by herself. The professor almost immediately threw himself on her and put his lips around her n****e. His left hand grabbed the other breast and rubbed it as he wanted. Vera was so happy that he at last gave up control to some extent. At the same time, his right hand moved to her c******s, which was already swollen and red. He skillfully fondled it and Vera could not stop herself shivering in pleasure.

“You are so sensitive, dear.” The professor whispered to her ears.

Vera’s face turned red. Her mind could not think about any other things. The professor pulled out his fingers and watched the sticky, transparent liquid on them. Then he looked at Vera in her eyes and put the fingers in his own mouth. He sucked all of her liquid and smiled. Vera almost felt her heart stopped beating.

The professor then dragged her hands slowly to his private through pants. Her hand withdrew in a second as if she touched a burning candle. She had never touched this part of a man before. He smiled.

“You are so shy.”

Then he forced her hand to touch himself. She gradually became more brave, and tried to figure out his shape with curiosity. The professor wanted to unfasten his belt and let her comfort him, but Vera refused with a groan.

“I am afraid of it.”

“No problem.”

The professor was more than considerate. He put his arms around Vera and let her lie on his chest. He kissed on her forehead, then cheeks, and then lips again and again.

Vera regretted. She did not mean to stop him. She knew she wanted more than these gentle caresses. How could she make her professor understand her?

That night Professor Might walked with her to the dorm. She dared not hug him in front of so many students that may know him. She was happy, but still hungry.

She could not wait to wake up for the next day.