BOOK THREE: Naughty For My Professor.
1135 Words
"Professor Ivan never smiles, he has the most unfriendly gaze, screaming danger in every way. He is old enough to be my father, he's supposed to be off limits, but I still want him."
I lift my face from my diary to focus on the handsome man in front of the lecture hall, his muscles twitching and flexing as he moved. His lips are moving, taking about some chemical reactions, but all I can think about is having that tongue up in my p***y, sucking me dry and leaving me in a mess.
Obsessing over my professor was the last thing I expected to do when I came to college, but as soon as that sexy man walked into my first class, he became all I could think about.
Professor Ivan is tall, a striking contrast to my five feet height. His broad shoulders and bulky chest are my weaknesses, and all I think about when he is in class is having him pin me down with those strong arms.
He has the face of a demi god, like one of those fictional men, with strands of grey hair scattered across his head and trimmed beards. Many girls I know like him too, but what I feel is more than a crush, it is something deeper, something darker.
His usual stoic face darts in my direction, and my heart falls into my feet. Chills run down my spine, my clit twitching under his gaze. Right there and then, I feel my own wetness soaking my panties. I am only able to breathe as soon as he looks away from me.
Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again.
"He looked at me! He f*****g looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my p***y and finger f**k me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be f****d by him!
Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my n*****s, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore."
I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.
"Should I make a move? I'm scared that he'll reject me. But I'm losing my mind already and I am tired of touching myself to his thoughts every night. I want him to do it. You know, I.."
I let out a loud gasp when my diary is suddenly snatched off my desk. My heart leaps out of my chest as soon as I look up and see who is holding my diary.
Professor Ivan!
I gulp down the lump in my throat, my eyes moving to the rest of the hall and finding out that everyone's gaze is on me. I look back at the professor with my heart still racing, and I feel like shrinking into an atom and disappearing for good.
"You haven't been paying attention." His husky, deep voice came, chilling and menacing, like he knows all my secrets. His eyes look like they're searching mine for something, but he doesn't know how wet I am just by having him so close to me.
"I'm.. I'm sorry sir." My voice comes out frail as I avoid eye contact with him. I can hear the whispers from the other students and it makes me even more nervous.
If he reads that diary, then it's over for me. But then again, why do I want him to read it so bad? Perhaps it will reveal all the things that I am too afraid to tell him by myself.
"What have you been writing in this little book?" He fires before lifting the diary to read it, squinting his eyes.
My breath seizes, and my throat runs dry as I watch his eyes move from one corner of the book to the other. He tilts his head, and then I catch him swallow before he lowers the diary.
"You wrote this?" He asks, throwing the book on my desk again. I nod slowly, my heart almost beating out of my chest in fear.
He huffs, "be careful what you wish for."
He starts to walk off, and I can't help but wonder what is going through his mind. What did he mean by that statement? Was he going to let me off the hook even after seeing all that? Wasn't he going to make a move?
I facepalm myself immediately, snapping out of my dirty thoughts. What was I thinking? That my professor who is twice my age would f**k me? He would never look twice at a nerd like me.
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Class ends after an hour, and everyone starts to leave. I am busy packing my books into my tote bag when a redhead approaches me, a big smile on her face and her breasts bouncing in front of her. I can't take my eyes off her huge breasts, and I grin when she throws her hands around me.
"Girl! I missed you! I came here as soon as my class ended. It sucks not having the same classes with my best friend." She frowns after breaking the hug.
Teddy, my best friend and the craziest b***h I know. She's sweet, but not one to be messed with. Teddy's not like me, she doesn't obsess over one man, she uses them and tosses them out as soon as she gets bored of their d***s.
"I know right? But you're a business major, what do you expect?" I scoff, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"So, tell me Amy, how did it go with your professor?" She winks. She's the only one who knows about my unhealthy obsession with my professor.
"Bad, he saw my diary and he didn't even flinch. Not a single reaction, it's like I don't even exist. Maybe I'm not pretty enough for him."
"Shut up b***h! You're the prettiest girl I know. But damn, he read that smut you write about him and he didn't react?" She leans in. "Maybe he's not into younger girls, or maybe his d**k doesn't work."
I am about to shun her when a sharp, deep voice cuts through our conversation, stealing my breath as usual.
"Miss Amy Smith?"
We both turn only to find out that we're the only ones left in the hall. Well, except for professor Ivan who is standing near his laptop. I blink at him, taking in my lip.
"Meet me in my office immediately." His order comes, his words did not falter, and his face remains neutral.
Teddy slowly turns her head to look at me with widened eyes.
"I stand corrected."
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