The Professor

Chapter 2

Vera really hoped Professor Might did not notice anything weird during the lesson. It had been a week since she had the strange dream. When she saw him standing in front of the classroom, she felt she was not looking at a teacher, but a man.

She looked into his eyes as he talked. She did not know how she could be so brave. She felt there were blades and swords in his eyes, and she would love to be shattered into pieces. She loved his eyes when he was teaching. Cold and warm, ice and fire, existing in the same pair of eyes at the same time. His emotion was so abundant when he talked about music, about his passion, during the lesson. But when the class finished and he calmed down, his eyes were suddenly gentle. The icebergs melted down and the fire quieted down. Warm, blue water filled his eyes and they were clearer than the cleanest lake in the world. If he could row a boat, she would be driven to any place he guided.

Vera was shocked at her own thoughts. She usually looked down on men and thought they were dirty, complacent creatures. Why did she believe this man would be clean? They must have met before, even if not in this life.

“Professor Might,”

Vera stopped him before he walked out of the classroom.

“I have a question.”

She reached out her notebook, the corner of which was already wet and ruffled because she rubbed it too much.

The tall professor turned around and bent down to look at her notebook. The edge of his coat touched her jacket and warmth came through even though their bodies were not exactly touching.

“I don’t understand how this…”

“I have another class now. Could you see me in my office tomorrow? I will be there all afternoon and evening.” His voice was gentle but firm. She felt he was not asking, but in fact was commanding.

“Sure, sure.” She answered without any thought.

In the evening that day she could not help thinking about it. Why did he ask her to come into his office? Was that an invitation? Would her dream really come true? The lustful touches on her thighs, fingers inside her body, the pain as he let himself inside her… But what she wanted was more than the dream. She wanted kisses. The chocolate flavor kisses along with his velvet voice…

“I am thinking too much. He doesn’t even know me. He just sees me as a student.” She tried to assure herself.

But I believe that you can satisfy me.

The next day

As she pushed the office door open and walked in, she saw Professor Might was working on his laptop.

“Hi Vera, have a seat.”

He nodded at the seat opposite his.

She sat down and put her elbows on the desk. The desk was not wide, so she was cautious not to touch his laptop. She waited for the professor. It was two minutes until he finished what he was doing and closed the laptop.

“Hi Vera, what was the question? Could you remind me?”

Vera did not answer. Instead she asked: “How do you know my name?”

The professor raised his eyebrow. “Didn't you send me this?”

He clicked on his phone and showed Vera a message.

“The first time I saw you, I already felt I know you. Vera.”

It was sent a week ago.

Below that, there was another message:

“I believe that you can satisfy me. Vera.”

And it was sent last night.

Vera felt her face was like red-hot iron. She would have detonated herself if she was able to explode and turn into ashes so that nobody knew who she was. She could not have sent the messages before or during sleep accidentally. Or could she? She often confused dreams and reality. Sometimes she thought she had sent a message, but it was in her dream. And this time, it seemed totally reversed.

“That was…”

The professor waited patiently for her, but she could not finish her sentence.

“That was you, right?”

“No, but, yes…”

The professor smiled. Vera thought it was weird to see a smile on his cold face. God, please just tell me what to do. Tell me anything, and I will do it.

“I understand. It's a crush. But passion will die very soon and you will fall in love with someone else, someone who's more suitable for your age.”

Vera lowered her head. She seemed not able to understand his words.

“Now, what was your question?”

“My question was, my professor,” Vera did not know where her courage came from, “How could you judge my feelings with your personal feelings, just because you are older and have a higher degree?”

“No, Vera,” somehow he looked like a patient father, “But I am more experienced. I appreciate that a young and beautiful girl like you falls for me, but I am twice your age, and already have a son.”

It was like a bolt from the blue.

“Are you married? Of course you are. How silly I am…”

“I WAS married.”

It seemed that the professor did not want to talk about it.

“Did I annoy you?” Vera's voice was suddenly very low. She almost regretted the outburst of passion just now.

“No, how could you annoy me?”

They fell silent.

“Sorry, Professor.” Vera stood up.

“There is no need to apologize…”

She heard his words from back as she walked out of the office.

It was a weird incident for Professor Might.

How long had it been before he had s*x last time, one or two years ago? After his divorce, he never touched any other girl, probably his passion was burned out, or he was too tired working and looking after his son at the same time. Every week he needed to go to his ex-wife’s place to pick up his 5-year-old son and spend some time with him.

When he first received the student's message, he thought it was a joke. But when he saw the second message, he immediately knew it was sent by the student who always stared him during the lessons, as if he was some kind of delicious food.

Actually, that day after class he was not in a hurry to go to another class. He could not understand why he invited her to go to his office.

“I want to help her. She's a lamb that has gone astray.” He tried to assure himself.

“I believe that you can satisfy me.”

The sentence lingered in his mind as he lied down in bed that night. She was so brave and sincere, not like other girls he knew. She put on no airs. She was made of burning fire.

He was more and more sleepy, and suddenly the phone rang. He frowned and unlocked the phone.

“I want your fingers inside my body. Vera.”

He felt his private part instantly turned hard, as if he was an 18-year-old young boy. However, he knew how to deal with it in a mature man's way.