"So when you think of who you're going to talk about, figure out the emotion that they make you feel." I glanced at the clock. Thank God. "And I will see you all on Wednesday." I walked away from the board.
A girl in the front row quickly got up from her desk and walked up to me. She started asking questions about all the upcoming assignments. She went on and on even though all her answers were in the syllabus. I tried to stay focused on her questions instead of watching Penny slowly gathering her things. I could tell she wanted to talk to me. That she was delaying leaving.
But I couldn’t dismiss the student in front of me. It was better that I had a distraction. Better that I didn’t have time to flirt with a student.
Yet, I watched Penny as she got up and walked past my desk. Look at me. She’d flirted with me in class. Blatantly. Look at me.
I tilted my head so I could see her better over the student in front of me. We made eye contact for just a moment. I couldn’t tell her to wait. That I wanted to talk to her. Needed to talk to her. I raised my left eyebrow, silently willing her to come over to me.
Instead, she broke eye contact and walked out the door without a word.
And that was for the best. I knew it and yet…I didn’t want that to ever happen again.
“Professor Hunter?” the girl in front of me asked.
“Yes?” I should have known her name by now. I made a good habit of learning my student’s names, but I was drawing a blank.
“I asked when your office hours are.”
“I mention it in the syllabus. Look that over today and if you have any more questions you can ask them on Wednesday, okay? But I have a feeling it’ll cover everything you’ve been wondering.”
“Oh. Okay.” She looked dejected. I should have felt bad for shutting down an eager mind, but I knew she wasn’t talking to me for educational purposes. Or else she would have asked me a real question. Something at least a little insightful. And she wouldn’t be leaning forward so much, making her breasts practically spill out of her shirt. I’d dealt with this behavior before with my stalker.
“Anything else?” I asked, trying not to sound too rude.
“Um.” She twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger and leaned forward slightly. She was wearing a shirt that showed off her toned stomach. Tan skin, long dark hair. She was attractive. But I wasn’t attracted to her. I had my eyes set on someone else.
I glanced back at the door. “Well, then. Definitely check out that syllabus.” I grabbed my satchel. “It’ll have all the answers you’re looking for.” I started to walk out of the room.
“I hope you have a really great day, Professor Hunter,” she said to my back as I retreated out of the room. The way she said it sounded dirty. But not in a good way.
I took a deep breath as I made my way outside. There was a reason I kept my distance from students. I did not need awkward encounters like that. But being with Penny had been anything but awkward. And the way she said my name was dirty too…but in a really fucking great way. It was just further proof that I shouldn’t fraternize with students. It was a bad idea. But sometimes bad things felt really good.
Chapter 8
Monday
I was currently lying in corpse pose, staring at my living room ceiling. Dr. Clark would be happy with me at my next session. But I wasn’t doing this for him. For some reason I liked this one yoga pose. Just the one. The rest of it was slow ridiculousness.
Corpse pose. I let the name roll around in my head as I kept my body completely still. Maybe I liked it because I spent most nights doing the same thing in the comfort of my bed. But lying on the hardwood floor? It felt fitting. Like it was my punishment for wanting to fuck one of my students. I turned my head to look at the floorboards. Maybe I’d fuck her right here.
Breathe. The word to help distract me didn’t stop my train of thought. It was one thing when I wanted to cross the line. I was taking strides toward learning how to control myself. But the fact that Penny wanted to cross the line too? That made it feel real. It made it feel possible. And I could picture being with her that much more easily.
Penny Taylor. She seemed so innocent. But she did in fact want to cross the line. Her response in class was proof of that. "I've actually been having the same dream now for several nights. It's always raining, but there's a man there holding an umbrella above the two of us so that we don't get soaked. And he kisses me.”
Yeah, I was going to fuck her right here. Breathe. I was great at making bad decisions when properly tempted. Maybe she was like that too. Full of bad choices. We could be bad together. I could feel myself growing hard. For fuck’s sake. “It’s corpse pose,” I said into the empty room. “You’re supposed to act like a corpse.”
Me reprimanding my growing erection did nothing. There was a tent in my sweatpants that wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. I’d found that the best thing to do when I thought about Penny was to get her out of my system as fast as possible. Unless I wanted to sport a boner in class. I pushed my pants down and wrapped my hand around my hard cock, picturing her hand instead. Her mouth. Her parting thighs.
I’d provoked her response out of her today. I’d told her I’d dreamt that it was pouring outside. That I had the feeling that I was waiting for something exciting to happen. She was the exciting thing. I stroked myself faster, picturing her beneath me on the hardwood floor.
And then my phone buzzed.
Shit. I sat up from my broken corpse pose, my hand still on my cock. I was about to remove my hand, thinking it had to be Ellen texting me, when I saw that it was from an unknown number. There were very few people who had my new number. I grew even harder as I clicked on the text.
"I enjoyed our first date. But you stood me up today."
Penny. I smiled to myself. Was she referring to the fact that I’d had another student to talk to at the end of class? I’d hardly classify that as standing her up.
I ran my thumb along the pre-cum at my tip. God. I’d been waiting for her text. And now that it was here? It felt like she was in the room with me. Staring at me. Would she like watching me touch myself? Would that get her off? Seeing how hard I was for her? I started stroking myself again, picturing her in the short skirt she was wearing in class today.
I typed out a response with my free hand. "Miss Taylor, that was never my intention." I kept my response as clean as possible. Telling her I was as hard as stone and thinking about her? Not yet. That would depend on her response. And God I hoped her response was dirty. Maybe she’d tell me what she was wearing. Maybe she’d flat out tell me that she wanted me.
I closed my eyes, figuring it would be a while before that response came. That was the game, right? Text and respond half an hour later like you weren’t just sitting next to your phone?
And I’d be done soon and my mind would be clearer. I pictured her lounging in her bed. Maybe her hand was inching up her thigh. Pushing her lacy panties to the side. Swirling her index finger around her wetness. Soon it would be my tongue.
My phone buzzed again. I glanced at the screen.
"You dreamt about me."
All I do is dream of you. I stroked myself faster as I responded to her. “I can’t control my dreams, Miss Taylor.” And I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her. My favorite dream? Her calling me Professor Hunter and dropping to her knees. Her skirt riding up her thighs. Her lips wrapping tightly around my shaft. My cum dripping down her chin. Her greedy tongue licking up every last drop.