Olivia and Her Professor 1

OLIVIA

I’ve always had the hots for my professor.

I know it’s wrong. I know it’s taboo but the man is hotter than a fucking furnace so, sue me.

Professor Kade looks like a greek god come to life, with his high sculpted cheekbones, slanted blue eyes, thick dark hair and full pouty lips that are always pressed in a disapproving line. Those lips have featured in too many of my fantasies that I’m almost ashamed to admit it.

He’s unmarried as far as I know but I’m not sure whether or not he’s in a relationship. He most likely is. It seems impossible that such a man as insanely gorgeous as him would be single when he has girls flocking around him.

I can barely act when I’m around him and it’s not just me if I’m being entirely honest. Lots of the girls in my class have a crush on him and I’m pretty sure he knows. He’d have to be blind not to. He just pretends like he doesn’t notice.

Only one person knows about my crush on him and that’s my best friend, Clarissa. She’s always teased me about it, snorting whenever she catches me staring and snickering when I zone off while at it in the middle of a lecture. I’m so fucking gone for the man, it’s unbelievable.

She thinks I need to do something about it. Make a move. But I don’t know if I have the balls for that so I keep my crush to myself for now, content with bringing myself off every night to fantasies of me and him.

At the moment, we’re in class and he’s been teaching for the past hour but I couldn’t string together one sentence from the entire lecture if I was asked. All I’ve been doing is watching his lips move, his muscles flex under his sweater as he gestures to the board and the way they bunch when he leans against his desk, crossing his arms. I’m pretty sure there’s a drool running down the side of my mouth.

When he pushes his glasses up his nose, I have to clench my thighs underneath my desk due to the sudden, aching emptiness I feel in my core.

“Dude, just walk up to the man and tell him you’re into him,” My best friend, Clarissa nudges me with her elbow from where she sits at the desk beside mine.

“Are you crazy?” I whisper yell. “I can’t do that. We both know he’d turn me down before I even finished talking.”

She rolls her eyes. “He’s a man. Men don’t turn down an opportunity to fuck.”

My eyes bulge out of my head and I glance around quickly to make sure no one heard what she just said. “Keep your voice down, will you?”

“Girl, approach the man. You might just be surprised by the outcome.” She shrugs, looking like she’s fighting a smile. “I mean, I’ve seen him looking at you a couple of times.”

My heart leaps in hope at the possibility even though a huge part of me suspects she’s probably just teasing me. “You’re joking.”

She has to be, right? She hasn’t said anything of the sort before today so where’s this suddenly coming from?

“You wouldn’t know until you try--”

“Two of you at the back.” A loud voice booms, causing both Clarissa and I to freeze in shock. I look up and see that it’s Professor Kade. Shit. “If you don’t mind, can stand up and tell the class what’s so important that you have to talk about in the middle of a lecture?”

My eyes are wide as saucers as I look at Clarissa. “Shit,” I whisper.

Now we’d gone and gotten caught. How the hell are we going to get ourselves out of this one?

The entire class has turned to us and are now watching us curiously. Quietly and shamefully, I comply, pushing to my feet.

Clarissa murmurs, “You know, I actually do mind.”

An involuntary laugh bubbles out of me because this is the absolute worst time for her to try to be funny and I’ve always been one to laugh at crazy moments so it makes us quite a pair. Unfortunately for me, Professor Kade hears my laughter and his eyes narrow on me.

Fuck. I swallow nervously, scared as hell of his anger but turned the fuck on at the same time. The one time I succeed in getting the man’s attention and it’s because I’ve managed to piss him off.

“See me after the class,” he orders, the words clipped. “Both of you.”

Oh, he’s really mad. My heart pounds in my chest as we retake our seats and he continues his lecture. Hell, I should be worried about the prospect of getting punished but I can’t help but wish he takes his anger out on me in a totally different way.

I imagine him bending me over the desk he’s currently leaning on, rolling my leggings down my legs, shoving my panties to the side and pushing inside me. I imagine he’d be thick and long. I’ve seen his shoes and if what they say about feet is true, then my imagination’s right on track.

As the lecture comes to an end and everyone starts packing their bags to leave, Clarissa comes over and drops her voice to a whisper. “This is your chance to make a move and you’ve got to take it!”

When I glance over at Professor Kade arranging his materials into his bag, I mutter to myself, “Screw it. I’m gonna do it.”