Seducing My Professor

Chapter Four

Sierra

I stared at the figure in front of me, my eyes bouncing off the corners of the mirror. I tilted my head to the side and my reflection did the same. A ghost of a smile made its way as how stupid I was being. Of course my reflection would do whatever I did.

Not like I was expecting something else.

Not long after the smile appeared, it disappeared again as a memory flashed in my mind. One I'd been dying to get rid of since this afternoon. But in all honesty, the more I tried, the more it got stuck in my head like a video stuck on loop.

I shut my eyes as I let myself relive the memory, no matter how painful it was. His icy monotone swarm around my head and I couldn't help but notice the contrast between that and the raspy breaths he let out while our tongues danced with each other at the club the other night.

"Why don't we take this somewhere private?" This was club Ethan speaking and it still felt so real and raw I found myself churning in excitement. Excitement that died away the moment the words " I have never set my eyes on you before. Do have a nice day."

Just how? How was it even possible? Up until now I never knew it was possible to switch up like that in a couple of minutes.

Another worse and painful memory flashed in my mind, an attempt to show it's ugly head but I shoved it back. Shoved it as hard as I could into the depths of my mind where I wouldn't be able to reach it, at least not now.

I opened my eyes again and let my imagination do all the work. In less than no time, another me had reflected by the side, instead, with my complete look from the other night.

I checked out each one carefully. Maybe if I placed them side by side, it would give me some answers. Maybe club Sierra was different from the original me.

But I was dead wrong, dead wrong.

There was nothing out of place from my club outfit. Even as I stood in place with my high school like ensemble - a white tank top and an extra short pleated skirt stopping just below the curve of my butt, there was still no difference.

I looked just like me which could only mean one thing. He and what a terrible liar he was.

"Arrghh!" I groaned as I fought the urge to slam my fist into the wall. That would hurt as hell and I definitely wasn't in the mood to go mirror shopping.

A sigh slid past my lips as I shimmied out of my clothes leaving me just in my underwear. I cupped one of my breasts as I circled around my n****e, hoping the gentle movement would calm me down.

It did, but it wasn't quite enough.

An idea popped into my head and I grabbed a hold of my phone immediately.

With my other hand still occupied, I shot a text at the first number that appeared on my contact list.

"Hey you." I read out to myself. "You busy? Call me if you're not. It's urgent."

Seconds after the text went through, my phone began vibrating in my palm.

"Hii beech." She drawled the moment I picked up the phone. " What's up?"

"Nothing good." I rolled my eyes despite the small smile that was tugging at my lips.

"What happened?" She asked again. "You weren't able to find anymore audios to add to your playlist?"

"Not that Roxy." I groaned. " I mean I do need new audios but I'm not that desperate."

"So I'll just keep these ones to myself then?..."

"Don't you dare!" I roared "If you're in anyway my friend you'll send me those audios the moment this call goes dead.".

"Easy now, tiger." Roxy's laughs filled my ears. " I was just messing with you. And you say I'm the violent one."

Aside Valerie, Roxy was my friend too, not just at school. Roxy and Valerie were polar opposites but I loved them both nonetheless. Although, I loved Roxy a little more when it came to situations like this.

"Whatever. That's not the reason I called you."

"And here I was thinking you missed me." I could feel her grinning from ear to ear. " What's up though? What's gotten into your pants? Or more accurately, what hasn't?"

"You know that guy from the other night." I signed as I got up from my bed just to go back to the mirror. " Turns out he's my professor."

"Holy s**t!" I nodded at her reaction. " You're joking."

"I'm not." I took in my reflection, pink n*****s staring back at me as I realized just how curvy I was. A little over moderate sized breasts adorned my chest area with an hourglass figure to match. I smiled as I finally understood why men always went crazy. " His name is Ethan Knight."

"A man who chickens out at the dying man is no knight if you ask me. " Roxy snorted. " Did he know you were just student before you both were about to get down?"

" I doubt it." I thought back to that night. I could see the lust in his eyes, taste it on his lips too. And the way he grabbed me, he wanted me too. " I don't think so. Something else made him chicken out."

"Damn. So what are you going to do now?"

"That's kinda why I called you." I sighed, gently caressing my mounds of flesh. "It doesn't even help that he looked even hotter today and while he taught, I wanted just one thing."

"For him to bend you over his desk?" Roxy read my mind. " I understand that feeling."

"So?"

"You already know what I'm going to say." Roxy chimed. "So you need to think about it. But don't forget, don't deprive yourself of anything you want."

"So you're saying I should go for it?"

"Is that what you're hearing?" I could hear the mischief in her voice.

"Thanks Roxy. I have to go."

"Me too. I have an appointment in ten and I don't want to be late."

"Gimme the deets later?" I already knew the answer, but I always asked. "Every single thing?"

"Definitely." Was all I got before the call went dead.

I let Roxy's words play over in my head as I slid to the ground. Just propped next to the mirror, was a yoga mat. A yoga mat I used for other things.

In fact, it was a gift from someone but that was a story for another day. Gently, I rolled out the mat to it's full length before laying down on it. I could make out my iPod lying on the bedside table so I reached out for it, alongside my earbuds too.

It didn't take long for me to find the playlist I was looking for.

It was an audiobook of a smutty scene from one of my favorite authors and the guy in the voiceover could make you wet with his accurate sounds and tone whenever he was reading.

I let his words travel through my ears but instead, with a different character in mind. Ethan. Slowly, I slid my fingers into my panties and deeper between my legs.

A low groan bubbled at the back of my throat as Ethan worked his way around my centre, thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm.

My moans picked up and I couldn't be more glad I was staying alone. Whenever I was in the mood, I hated bothering about how loud I was. I dug my fingers deeper, with the images of Ethan still etched into my mind.

I took my dainty fingers as his long hands as I increased the pace, moving deeper and deeper as my walls clenched around my fingers.

It didn't take too long as I felt myself nearing the waves of ecstasy that would come crashing down anytime.

"Ethannnn!! Oh My!" I moaned out loud as I rode the final wave, my body shaking in pleasure.

With a faint smile on my lips, I muttered. "Ethan's a really moanable name. "

Fuck.