Steamy Sessions With My Student 02

I stepped into the classroom, with my usual bold and friendly smile. But this time around, the smile was hiding something. Hiding the fact that a few minutes ago, I had fucked myself hard to the filthy thought of my student.

“Hello, professor Lola", the students chorused.

“Good day, everyone", I replied.

I let the students quiet down with their responses, before asking.

“Who is Noah?"I asked.

All eyes turned to a boy, a fit looking boy. He slowly raised his hand up.

" Here” he said.

" Okay, wait behind after the lesson” I said sharply.

Everyone gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged.

I went straight into teaching, focusing strictly on the day's lecture, or maybe pretending to focus. Because my mind kept replaying his dirty words and my filthy behavior.

I clenched my thighs softly at the thought.

The class ended, and the students sprawled out with most of them muttering a “Have a nice day, professor".

“And you too", I replied happily, waving at them.

The class room was empty, except for the handsome looking boy— Noah, and myself. We were alone in the class.

He strolled to my desk, casually, looking innocent. But I doubt his innocence.

“You wanted to see me, professor?" he said, his voice low and deliberate.

“Yes," I said sharply. Pulling out his assignment paper from my blazer pocket. I had a little flashback of the words. " Voluptuous tits”, " big fat ass”.

“We need to talk about what you submitted".

Tilting his head to face me directly, " Oh, was it not satisfactory?” He asked, feigning innocence.

The way he dragged the word made my pussy throb.

“It was inappropriate" I kept my tone calm and professional.

“This was supposed to be a romance assignment, not a pornography”.

His lips curved into a slow grin. “It’s not pornography if it’s a love story, is it? Maybe just a… dirtier kind of love.”

My heart skipped. My jaw tightened. “You crossed a line, Noah. Writing something like that, especially using my name—it’s unacceptable.”

He moved closer, close enough that he was towering over me. Close enough that I could perceive the faint scent of his cologne, sharp and clean. “I didn't mean to offend you. I just…” His gaze locked mine, " I wrote what I wanted”.

" What you wanted?” My voice surprisingly low, barely above a whisper.

“Yes". His gaze lowered briefly, deliberately, to my chest before returning back to my face. " Exactly what I wanted”.

" This boy is making this difficult, why is he gawking at my boobs?”. I thought.

Heat ran through me, my breath hitched. “But, you're my student", I managed.

“And you're my professor", he said smoothly. “That doesn't change what I feel".

My heart hammered. This was dangerous. Very dangerous.

One more step, and I'd lose all control.

I dropped the paper back onto the desk. “This ends here. Do you understand? No more stories like this. No more games".

For a moment, the classroom was silent, pin drop silent. Then Noah leaned forward, resting his hands on my desk. His voice a husky whisper meant for only me.

“Tell me you didn't like it," he dared. “Tell me you didn't read every filthy word I had written, tell me you didn't picture every move".

My mouth opened, then shut. I couldn't. God help me, I couldn't.

His grin spread, triumphant. He straightened, placed his bag strap casually on his shoulder. “That's what I thought".

And then he turned and walked out, leaving me trembling behind my desk, my thighs pressed tightly together.

I sank into my chair, my heart racing. This boy was dangerous, that innocent look I had seen earlier was a façade. He knew the effect he had on me, and he wasn't going to stop.

And worst of all, I wasn't sure I wanted him to stop.