Professor (Part-1)

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

Her once-confident demeanor had cracked under the weight of slipping grades, and the girl who had always been the center of attention now felt like a fraud. The library, usually a haven of quiet study, felt suffocating. She closed her book with a frustrated sigh, her perfectly manicured nails tapping nervously on the wooden surface. She was Sadile Marconi, the most popular girl in her college, the one everyone wanted to be around. But now, she felt like an imposter, her carefully crafted image crumbling under the pressure of academia.

A shadow fell across her table, and she looked up to see Professor Travis Johnson standing there, a slight smile playing on his lips. At thirty-nine, he was still a decent-looking man, his salt-and-pepper hair adding a touch of distinction to his features.

His flirty reputation preceded him, but Sadile had always found him charming, a welcome distraction from the monotony of lectures. "Struggling, Sadile?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, like velvet against her skin.

She felt a flush creep up her neck, embarrassed to be caught in such a vulnerable moment.

"Just a bit," she admitted, her voice softer than she intended. "This material is... challenging." Travis pulled out the chair across from her, his movements graceful, calculated.

"I noticed your grades have been slipping," he said, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. "I'd hate to see someone as bright as you fail. Maybe some one-on-one tutoring could help?" The offer was tempting, too tempting. Sadile knew Travis's reputation, the whispers about his flirtatious nature, but the desperation in her chest overrode any caution. "I... I'd appreciate that, Professor Johnson," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

A week later, Sadile found herself standing outside Travis's office, her heart pounding in her chest. The tutoring sessions had been going well, her grades slowly climbing back up, but there was an undercurrent of tension between them, a spark that crackled whenever their eyes met. "Come in, Sadile," Travis called, his voice warm and inviting. The office was dimly lit, the scent of leather and old books filling the air.

Jenna Johnson, Travis's wife, sat on the couch, her legs crossed elegantly, a glass of wine in her hand. She was a vision, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Jenna, darling, Sadile's here," Travis said, his voice laced with a familiarity that made Sadile's stomach churn. "Finally," Jenna purred, setting her glass down and rising gracefully. She was a woman in her late thirties, her body still retaining the curves of youth, her presence commanding attention. "We've been waiting for you." Sadile's confusion must have been evident, because Jenna laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down her spine.

"Travis told me about your little... predicament," she said, her eyes roaming over Sadile's body with an appraising gaze. "He thought a more... hands-on approach might be beneficial."

Before Sadile could process the implication, Jenna was standing before her, her hand reaching out to trace the line of Sadile's jaw. "You're even more beautiful than Travis described," she murmured, her breath warm against Sadile's ear.

Sadile's breath hitched, her body responding to Jenna's touch in ways she couldn't control. She was aware of Travis watching them, his eyes dark with desire, and the realization of what was about to unfold sent a jolt of excitement through her. Jenna's lips brushed against Sadile's, a soft, teasing kiss that left her breathless. "Relax, darling," she whispered, her hands sliding down to grasp Sadile's hips.

"We're going to take care of you." Sadile's eyes fluttered closed as Jenna's lips trailed down her neck, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She was dimly aware of Travis moving closer, his hands joining Jenna's in exploring her body, but her focus was solely on the woman before her, the woman who was unraveling her with every touch, every kiss.Jenna's hands slid up Sadile's thighs, her fingers teasing the hem of her skirt.

"You're so responsive," she murmured, her lips brushing against Sadile's ear. "I can feel your desire, your need."

Sadile moaned softly, her head falling back as Jenna's lips trailed down her chest, her hands cupping her breasts. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her body responding to their touch with a hunger she had never known existed. Travis's hands joined Jenna's, his touch firm and confident as he explored her body, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Sadile was dimly aware of her clothes being removed, of the cool air against her skin, but her focus was solely on the pleasure coursing through her veins. Jenna's lips found hers again, a deep, passionate kiss that left Sadile breathless.

"Are you ready, darling?" she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised.

As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

"You're so wet," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "So ready for us." Sadile moaned, her head falling back as Jenna's fingers slipped inside her, her touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was dimly aware of Travis moving behind her, his hands grasping her hips, his breath hot against her ear. "Relax, Sadile," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Let us take care of you."

His words were like a spell, releasing her from the last vestiges of her inhibitions. She surrendered to the pleasure, to the sensations that washed over her, her body responding to their touch with a hunger that surprised even her.

Jenna's lips trailed down her body, her tongue teasing, her fingers exploring, while Travis's hands roamed over her skin, his touch firm and confident. Sadile was lost in a sea of sensation, her moans filling the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. The candlelight cast a golden glow over the scene, illuminating the desire that shone in their eyes, the hunger that drove them.