31. Professor
PROFESSOR
Kate’s been busy with the semester starting and I’ve been incredibly greedy of her time. Gavin told me I should give her space, but I’ve decided I’m tired of Gavin acting like a dictator. I think he’s wrong.
I think the last thing Kate needs is space. Or maybe I’m just the needy fuck going through withdrawals about not being around the woman I think about constantly.
I’m a love sick puppy and it’s rather pathetic, but I have a plan in place. I simply just have to make an offer that Kate can’t refuse.
Did I look at her course schedule online? Yes, very stalkery of me. Am I also meandering around the campus searching for her lecture hall? Also yes.
I’m fully committed at this point, I know it’s something she wants and it’s something I’ve been thinking about nonstop. I look back at our texts with one another and decide that this is in fact a good surprise and a risk worth taking.
I think we should check pegging off your wishlist.
Kate
Is that so? Tell me more.
I think you’d love being in control, and it felt so good what we did the other night, I can’t imagine how good it would feel with a toy.
Kate
You know I would love to do that with you Mr. Carlson. Maybe we can talk about it later tonight, when I’m not in the middle of teaching a class.
I smile reading the texts over and over.
She wanted to talk about it tonight, but I’m thinking actions are stronger than words.
Plus, the fact she called me Mr. Carlson and going all professor mode on me is giving me too many ideas.
I pocket my phone and ask two college students for directions, finally finding her building.
I slip into the hall, sitting toward the back. Her class is nearly over, full of mostly women, minus a few men. Not a surprise, since this is her Women in Art History class. She owns the classroom, while still giving off warm, down-to-earth vibes.
Most of the class is engaged, no one is watching a show on their laptop, they’re actively taking in and absorbing her lecture.
God, she looks so pretty, so in control of the classroom. I’ve missed her more than I’d admit to anyone out loud. Not even just the sex, just her. Even if my plan is to lure her in with sex right now, it seems to be the thing that keeps us on the same page.
She clicks through the presentation, turning off the projector.
“Any questions?” she asks.
I raise my hand and she squints at me. She’s trying to keep a smile off her face.
“Yes,” she says pointing at me, all her students turn to face me. Half of them are probably wondering why a thirty-five year old man is at their lecture.
“Will this be on the midterm?”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. Make sure you all submit your artist of choice for your assignment. Remember, everyone has to choose a different artist, so you don’t want to wait and have last dibs,” she says as her class packs up their bags and begins to funnel out of the hall.
I sit in place as Kate sits at her desk and starts tapping away at her computer. Is she playing along or is she ignoring me?
I wait till most of the students are out of the hall before I make my way down the steps to her desk.
She keeps typing for a few moments before she looks up at me from her glasses. Fuck, I’m hard already.
“Mr. Carlson, if this is about your failing grade, I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do for you,” she says.
Oh, I’m hot for the fucking teacher.
I lean down on the desk, my palms pressed against the wood. “You’re sure there’s nothing I can do?”
“You’ll have to take the class again next semester, I’m afraid.”
I glance around behind me. All the students have left. It’s the last class in this hall for the day, I checked. I turn back to Kate.
“I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
“You should have considered that before now. Your performance in my class was inadequate.”
I’m fighting back a smile as I walk around the desk, invading her space, nearly towering over her.
“Please, Professor Morley, I promise this isn’t a reflection of my adequacy,” I say, pulling at the white bow around her neck.
She looks so fucking hot. The sheer white top she’s wearing with a bow around the collar and the prim, tight black skirt that cinches at her waist.
“Like I said, there’s nothing you can do, Mr. Carlson.”
I use the desk for leverage as I get down on my knees. Kate looks at me with a shocked expression, her gaze shifting over the doors of her classroom.
“This is inappropriate,” she says.
My hands go to her pantyhose-covered legs, shifting over her tight black skirt.
“I told you I was willing to do anything. I can prove to you that my performance is far from inadequate,” I say, rubbing my face against her skirt-covered lap.
“I’m not sure how falling onto your knees is going to get you a better grade,” she says, as I shift her skirt up her thighs.
“Then let me show you. I’ll do anything, professor. Let my mouth make up for my grades. Let me show you how good I can be.”
“Fuck,” she hisses, her eyes closing softly, before she blinks a few times, staring at the entrance of her lecture hall. “Ben. We can’t do this here,” she says, fisting my hair, breaking character.
I expected as much. As sexual as Kate is, she’s still a professional. Anyone could walk into this hall and catch us. Not that I’d care if I got caught with my mouth devouring her, but she would, and I’d never want to jeopardize her career.
“Then come with me somewhere instead?” I say, my hands still rubbing along her thighs.
She runs her hand through my hair, looking at me like she misses me and feels conflicted about it.
“Where?”
I knead her thighs, wishing she was sliding those tights down her legs and holding my head between her thighs. She seems withdrawn and I hate it.
Why can’t I figure out how to navigate this?
“I think we should tick that item off your list tonight,” I say, instead of saying, “hey, so I think I’m in love with you, and trust you, so let’s try this new thing.”
Her nails drag along my scalp. It’s soothing, and I missed it.
“I thought we were going to talk about it tonight?” she says, smirking.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about it and neither have you, have you? I want it bad, don’t you?”
She takes a deep breath before nodding. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then let’s go,” I say, standing to my full height and holding out my hand.
She seems so reluctant, but packs up her things. I carry her bag for her as we leave her lecture hall and walk across campus to the parking lot.
“I’ll text you the address. You can meet me there,” I tell her.
Kate arches a dark eyebrow at me, but doesn’t fight it as she gets into her vehicle and I walk to mine, dropping her the pin.
Kate
What are you up to, Mr. Carlson?
Whatever it takes to pass, Professor M.
I put my phone down, grinning to myself as I drive over to the store I have in mind. I’m nervous, but I’ve planned my entire day around what I want to do with Kate tonight. There’s been an endless amount of research and prep. But I want this—with Kate—and only Kate.
I park in the designated parking lot and when she pulls up, I’m waiting for her.
She takes in the big sign and gives me a questioning look.
“Let’s go, professor,” I say, grabbing her hand and walking inside.
We’re visually assaulted by a wall of dildos as soon as we’re inside, but the store is clean and organized. A woman in her mid-fifties greets us with a wide smile.
“Welcome. My name is Cortina. Is there anything you need help with today?”
“Yes, we’re looking for a strap-on for beginners,” I say.
Kate’s mouth parts next to me, and I pet down her dark hair as she gives the employee a kind smile.
“Of course, follow me,” the sex toy shop worker says, leading us down an aisle with different types of harnesses. “Are you looking for something detachable?”
“Yes,” I say. “Easier to clean,” I whisper down to Kate.
“Well, there are a few options. Is there a price point, or anything you’re specifically looking for?”
“No price point, willing to buy a few things to see what works best,” I say, and Kate is gazing at the shelves, the initial shock of where we are overtaken by excitement.
“Does this work well?” she says, holding up a dual pleasure strap-on, one that would penetrate her at the same time. The dildo itself doesn’t look large, but slightly intimidating.
“Yes, the only complaint I’ve seen for that one is the harness itself.
If you’re looking for dual pleasure, I would suggest this one.
” The attendant holds up a new package, and I’m relieved that the toy is slightly smaller.
“This one has more straps than the thong harness, so more support,” she says happily.
It’s honestly impressive the way she doesn’t judge the fact that I’m about to get fucked by this beautiful, petite woman. I decide right then and there that I’ll leave a review and mention how helpful sweet Miss Cortina has been this evening.
“This is so helpful, thank you. I think we have it from here,” Kate says.
Cortina gives her a nod. “Of course, just note that you only want to use a water-based lube with these toys and I have a toy cleaner upfront that I recommend. If you need anything else, please just give me a shout,” she says, before walking back to the front of the store.
“You're sure?” Kate questions, glancing up at me. “This is something you want, right? It isn’t something you want to do to make me happy?”
This is how I know I’m in love with her.
“There’s never been anyone I trusted enough to do this with. But with you, it feels right,” I tell her, instead of confessing my undying love in the strap-on aisle.
“Okay,” she says, clearing her throat. “I like the idea of this one, but I don’t like that it’s a thong harness. That seems uncomfortable.”
“And big,” I say.
“How about this one, then,” she says, picking up the harness and toy combo that Cortina suggested.
“Let’s do it,” I say happily as we go to the front.