Prof Logan's POV
I was esctatic and happy for this incredible, massive opportunity I never thought I'd experience or achieve in my entire life. I can't believe my luck right now. I can't believe I'm presently standing in her living room, gazing at the object of my obsession, looking as beautiful and sexy as fuck as always. That singlet, with those inviting glimpses of her magnificent, tight, denim shorts, revealing every single shape and contour of her buttocks… Fuck. I can already feel my cock stretching uncontrollably in my pants as I struggle to keep my sanity intact and not do anything crazy yet. I have to take this slowly. I don't want to rush things. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if I make the biggest mistake ever and allow everything to come crashing down, it will leave me with a lifetime of extreme regret. I know I don't actually need to work too hard to achieve this aim of mine. It's already been evident from the beginning that she fancies me. The way she keeps looking at me, the way she avoids my gaze whenever I turn to look at her, the way she's extremely nervous whenever I try to make small talk with her, even though they're entirely professional… And fucking Lord, the way she bites those sexy-looking pink lips of hers whenever she wants to answer a question in class. God, it just drives me completely mad. I don't even have any sort of perfect way in my head to think rationally whenever she begins to look at me with those sexy eyes of hers. I look at her thighs, and I can swear my head spins. So smooth and so silky and so creamy white and so alluring all at the same time. I'm suddenly feeling the urge to just hold tightly against her, and then a strange erotic image comes to my mind: a picture of myself holding her hard against myself, spreading her legs, and getting in between those nice-looking, beautiful thighs, while I rail and pound her against the sofa as she screams my name. Fuck. My cock becomes incredibly visibly hard in my pants, but I try my possible best to keep my desires under control, using every single struggle I can muster to ensure that she doesn't look down and behold the visible bulge. "So, aren't you going to move over so we can begin the lessons, or do you intend to just stand there looking at me like you've never seen me before?" I tell her, watching as she chuckles and looks around her, scratching her hand against her neck nervously. I can notice the glistening of her skin, signifying just how extremely nervous she is, and it's causing her to sweat. "I'm sorry, my books are not here, so I will have to head upstairs to my room to get them immediately." "Good. I need you to do that as quickly as possible because I don't have all the time in the world. I have something important I need to get to right now," I tell her immediately, watching as she nods her head quickly. She quickly turns around to go, and I behold the alluring sight of her beautiful, nicely shaped ass bouncing invitingly as she walks away, and I lose control of myself. Crap! "Wait." I call instantly, and watch as she stops immediately a few meters away from the staircase. She slowly turns around to look at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers, and I smile mischievously. "Come over here. I'm noticing something at your back. I want to help you get it off," I say, and she looks a little bit hesitant. I take a deep breath and shake my head. "Hey, take a deep breath and relax, okay? I'm not doing anything to harm you. I'm actually serious. There's something at the back of your singlet that doesn't look nice. Your hand won't be able to reach it, so I just want to help you." She looks at me for a short while with disbelief in her eyes before slowly walking over to me. She stands before me, and I give her a signal asking her to turn around and back me. She slowly obeys, and I can notice how her hands are visibly trembling, probably wondering what I'm about to do to her. I smell her, and then find myself gazing down at her enormous backside a few meters away from my elongated, erect cock, and my brain begins to spin excessively hard in my head. Fuck. I'm going so crazy right now, and I'm losing control of myself. I bite down hard against my bottom lip as I continue to look at her buttocks, feeling the supreme urge to bring my hands down and squeeze it and caress it, and probably slide my hand down to her pussy beneath. Fuck. I shake my head quickly and clear my throat, trying to regain control of my sanity. She's literally driving me so insane right now, and a time will come where I might not be able to control myself. I smile as I quickly brush my hand against her back, pretending as if I actually removed something. "Great, it's gone now. Go and get your books. We don't have all the time in the world." I notice her shoulders quickly relax after going through a heavy tension, and it makes me smile. This is just the beginning, baby girl. You have no idea how numerous the amount of things I want to do to you. I seriously cannot wait to see her kneeling before me when I slam myself into that beautiful, tight pussy of hers. I find myself thinking and imagining how tight she will be around me, and it makes me clench my teeth together. I am slowly losing control of myself. She's probably still going to be a virgin, and that is just how I like it. I want to be the first one to taste her. I want to be the first one to have her. I want to be the first one to claim her. She is mine and nobody else's. She slowly begins to make her way towards the staircase once again, but then she trips against my backpack on the floor a few meters away, almost falling to the ground. I quickly grab hold of her waist and pull her backwards, holding her tightly against myself, feeling the suppressed, uncontrollable contact of her ass pressing hard against my hard dick, and she gasps. Oh, great, I guess. There goes my control. I'm about to lose my sanity right now, and she probably has already felt the effect of what I'm feeling for her right now. I'm finding it so extremely hard and reluctant to let go as I continue to hold her tightly against myself, enjoying the feeling of her soft ass against my dick. God, I think I can already feel myself cuming just feeling it alone. How then am I going to feel when I slam hard into her and she screams my name? Fuck. I find myself suddenly shivering uncontrollably as I hold her tightly behind me, slowly planting a slight kiss against her shoulder. She shivers at the contact, and the fact that she is not actually protesting against this is what's making me even harder. I mean, what else am I supposed to expect? She actually wants this. This is something I've noticed in her since the very beginning I laid eyes on her. She has always been craving me. She has always wanted me, and I've realized the amount of jealousy she exhibits whenever I flirt with the other female teachers. The realization of all that just keeps making me go crazy, and I've always thought of trying to figure out a way I can get to her. But it would sound extremely unprofessional for a professor to have any sort of intimate affair with any of the students, and it would have tainted my reputation back at school. But now this is my chance. It's just going to be the both of us every single day for an entire fucking month. I'm going to have her to myself alone without any interruptions. Thank goodness she is mostly alone at home. Her younger brother, Ezra has soccer practice every evening by this time till dusk and her father… Well, there is no way he can ever be around. May his perfect soul rest in peace. I find myself groaning, struggling to regain control of my sanity as I hold her tightly to myself, still planting slow, slight kisses against her shoulder. "Uhmm… Professor Logan," she whispers softly, "you need to stop, please. What are you doing? We need to start the lesson right now," she says, and it makes me smile. I chuckle and quickly clear my throat, trying to regain control of myself as I shake my head briskly. "Oh yes, of course, you're right. no problem," I say, and slowly let go of her body reluctantly. Oh, good Lord, I miss the feeling of that soft ass against my dick. I want to feel it once again. I want her to bend over. I want to grip tightly against her hair and insert myself deep into her so that every single thing she would think about and remember all the days of her life is me. I chuckle and continue to watch her ass as she slowly begins to walk away, and I can't resist the temptation to just tap against it swiftly. She gasps and quickly turns around to look at me with shock. "What the hell is the meaning of that? That is just so unprofessional," she says loudly, and it makes me smile as I gaze at her intensely, winking at her. I observe the movement of her throat, and she swallows hard immediately I do that, and it makes me smile. "Yeah, I know it's unprofessional, dear, and I have no intention of doing anything else to you. I just love the sight of your backside, though. It looks well-shaped and nicely curved." " Never knew you were hiding this precious treasure beneath that bulky-looking school uniform of yours. But well, you have nothing to worry about, okay? There is nothing that's going to be unprofessional between the both of us as long as I'm lecturing here at home" "No one is going to question us, and no one here to determine what I want to do to enable you to understand anything I want you to understand. Do you get me? And for the record, don't let anything get into your head. I'm not after you in any specific way. I'm only here to lecture you." She looks at me for a brief moment, and I notice the disappointment crossing her expression. The sight of that just makes me smile intensely. "Oh dear, you are seriously going to be the death of me," I think to myself as I nod my head quickly and dismiss her so she can go and get her books. Then I relax against the sofa, thinking deeply of my easy luck and smiling to myself. This coming month is literally going to be the best month of my life..Maya's POVI adjusted my shoulders a bit square, gritting determination into my voice. "I'm fine. The problem is, my mom. I don't think she'll let me go if she's not absolutely sure I'm all right. But don't worry, I'll figure out how to get around her."Andrew sighed and glanced down at his phone. "My friend isn't answering my call. I'm going over there so I can tell him about the yacht in person.""I'll go with you," Regan offered on impulse."I want to go too," Theresa said, then paused, looking at me. "But Maya can't stay home alone."Regan shook his head again. "Then I'll stay with Maya if you do plan to leave."Andrew smiled reassuringly at me. "I'll be right back, okay?"Theresa touched my shoulder lightly, her tone teasing but restrained. "Take care of my best friend when I'm not around," she said to Regan.Regan nodded, his gaze for an instant met hers. "Don't worry. I'll take care of her."And that was it, Theresa and Andrew were both gone, with only the two of us- me and Reg
Maya's POVThe sound of faint voices drifted up from the stairs, muffled but growing clearer. Theresa was talking to someone. Whoever it was, their arrival bought me more time. Time to decide whether to keep burying the secret or risk pulling it out into the open.I pressed a hand against my chest, trying to slow my heartbeat. For now, maybe silence was safer. For now, maybe the truth could wait.Minutes later, Theresa returned to the room, but she wasn't alone, I could hear more than one foot steps from my room.I quickly took my phone and pretended to scroll on my phone.The door opened, and their voices carried in before I even looked up.“Hey, Maya,” Andrew said warmly, holding up a small bag. “I brought snacks.”“And I,” Regan added with a small grin, “brought fruits. Healthy balance.”I smiled, genuinely touched. “Thank you, both of you.” I sat up straighter. “How are you guys doing?”Andrew dropped the bag on the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down with that relaxed way
Maya's POVLater, Theresa stepped out of the bathroom wearing a white towel wrapped around her waist. "Come on, Maya, you rest while they are coming."I trailed behind her, still dressing, and unfolding my body lotions.Theresa washed herself, and started getting dressed beside me. "You know," she said softly, "I truly do care what is best for you, Maya."I looked her in the eye, my voice soft. "I know. I just wish sometimes you'd let me make that choice."She smiled a little before she reached out and grasped my hand. "Perhaps I should. But let's just wait and see what occurs at the moment."I nodded slightly.Once I had gotten dressed, I sat down on the bed and regarded Theresa."If they come, just have them come up," I said to her. "I don't want to have to strain myself to go down again."She nodded readily. "I don't think they'll mind that at all."There was a knock at the door downstairs immediately."I'll get it," she said, dashing off.In less than a minute, she was back wit
Maya's POVI crossed my arms and glared at Theresa."Why did you tell them I was sick, Theresa, without even consulting me?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended to employ.Theresa, half lying against the edge of the bed, did not even flinch. "There wasn't anything I could do," she answered practically, as if the question had already been decided before I spoke. "Besides, I thought you could use their company too."I was infuriated by her lack of reaction. I resented it when she responded as if she knew me better than I knew myself."And at what hour are they going to arrive?" I demanded, at least attempting to have some idea I could get my head around.She shook her head. "They did not state. I don't know whether they'll be arriving together or separately either."I took a slow breath, attempting not to let my rage get the better of me. "Alright. No problem," I muttered, although in my mind it was a long way from 'no problem'.Theresa gazed at me for a moment, considering whet
Maya's POVFor an instant, I thought I would answer. I could just tell him I was fine. One-minute call. That would not be hurting anybody, would it?But then I looked up to notice Theresa walk into the room, and sit on the edge of my bed, scrolling through her phone. I was not going to be able to discuss him with her present. I hadn't even told her about him. I didn't know if I was ready yet.I let the phone ring until it died, then quickly flipped it over into airplane mode and shoved it under my pillow. Out of sight. Out of mind."You're not answering that?" she asked, glancing over at me."Wrong number," I fibbed hastily.She rolled her eyes but did not ask again. "I'm going to shower," she said instead, standing up and taking off her top.I sat beside the bed, watching her go into the bathroom. The door clicked shut and a minute or so afterwards I heard the water running. There was silence in the room that was just a tad too acute.It was a minute before Mom knocked on the door
Maya's POVAs we descended the stairs, I caught a small sense of pride that we had arrived.The girl smiled when we were exiting her room, and I noticed that while not fully well, having us there gave her something to hold on to.Mom and the girl's mom stood up at the same time when we walked downstairs."Thank you again," the woman said to Mom. "It's a big deal that you brought them.".Mom smiled with warmth. "No need to thank us. We just wanted to show some support.""We'll come back again soon," I said, and Theresa nodded next to me."Yah, we'll check on her. We gave our word."The woman escorted us to the door, still appearing genuinely appreciative.When we got into the vehicle and Mom turned the key in the ignition, the orange color of the sunset deepened across the sky like a cozy blanket.I rested back into the seat and sighed, not a tired sigh, but happiness."That lady is just sweet," Mom said, fiddling with the mirror. "You can just tell she brought that girl up right.""Sh