“Professor Stevens?”
I looked up from my desk and towards the open door to my office. Standing in the doorway was a student of mine, a girl named Monica who’d been in a few of my classes over the last few years. I usually hated it when students came by right as office hours were about to end and I was getting ready to leave for the day, but it was always good to see Monica.
“Come in, Monica, have a seat. What can I help you with?”
She made her way over to my desk and sat in one of the chairs opposite mine. Working in a college, I see my fair share of attractive students, but Monica stood out even among the best of them. She was tall, blond, and had an incredible figure - one that she loved to show off with how she dressed. Monica was a very pretty girl who liked to wear short shirts and tight-fitting sweaters, the former showing off her legs, the latter accentuating her breasts and slim waist. I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought about her more than a few times since the first time she caught my eye back in her freshman year.
As she took her seat, I could tell that Monica had a nervous look about her. She normally glowed with confidence, but sitting before me, she had a shy, demure look, and she seemed anxious about something. This was her last year, and graduation was just a few weeks away. It wasn’t uncommon for students to come around asking for recommendation letters to add to their resumes, and figured that’s what Monica must have been after.
“Professor,” her voice cracked as she began to speak. “I…I…I wanted to…I don’t know how to say this. Dammit!” As she cursed, her face lit up, I think she caught herself off guard as the word slipped out. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that.”
“It’s ok, Monica, I’ve heard much worse.” I found her innocence charming. “I think I know why you’re here.”
“You do?” she asked sheepishly.
“I think so, yes.”
“And you’re…you’re ok with it?”
“Yes. Absolutely. You’ve been a fine student – exemplary even. Not just academically, but also in extracurricular activities as well. You might not have realized it, but the staff here pays attention to students who step up, volunteer for things, and help out other students…it all gets noticed, and we make a note of it. It seems like you took full advantage of the college experience and got everything you could have wanted out of it.”
“Thank you, Professor Stevens, but…”
“But nothing, Monica, it will be my honor to give you a letter of recommendation.”
I was expecting to see a sign of relief, a smile or something, but Monica didn’t look any less anxious than she had been.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I…I…appreciate the letter, but that’s not exactly why I’m here.”
“It isn’t? What do you want then?”
“I don’t know. This was a stupid idea.” With that, Monica began to stand up as if she was going to leave.
“Please, sit. I want to help you with whatever it is that’s on your mind. Whatever it is, graduation is just – what, three weeks away? – if you don’t deal with whatever it is now, there’s not exactly much time left.”
Monica paused for a second, let out a big sigh, and sat back down. For the first time since she arrived, Monica looked composed.
“Ok, I’m just gonna do this,” she said more to herself than to me. “You know…like what you were saying about the college experience, and how there are only three weeks left?”
“Yes,” I said, not quite sure where she was going.
“Well, there’s this one thing. This thing that I knew that I wanted to do ever since my first day on campus. Something that I just felt I needed, you know? An experience that I had to have, one that would make being a college student…complete. Not having it would be a massive disappointment, and well, three weeks left and all…time is running out.”
“I see. Well, I wouldn’t want one of my favorite students to miss out on something so important to her. How can I help?”
“I’m one of your favorite students?”
“Yeah, of course! I told you, the staff here really pays attention to who does what, we consider everything and all the profs here really think that you’re an outstanding young woman.”
“Do you think that I’m pretty?”
The sudden shift took me by surprise. I had to take a minute before answering. Of course I did, Monica was a stunner and she had to know it, but any kind of talk like this could get me fired. The school was aware that students sometimes developed crushes on staff, and vice versa, so there were strict rules in place, forbidding not only any kind of discussions of a sexual or romantic nature between staff and students but also no comments were allowed to be made about appearances. I looked over at my office door, double-checking to make sure that it was still open. One of the rules we had to follow was no closed-door meetings with students of the opposite sex.
“Monica…You know the school has rules that we both have to follow.”
“I know, but it’s just the two of here; there’s no one else around. I just need to know if you think I’m pretty or not.”
I knew how wrong it was, but part of me wanted to tell her. “Of course, Monica, and you know that you’re an attractive young woman. What is this about? Why are you here?”
I saw Monica’s eyes dart towards the door. “Can I close the door?”
“No, absolutely not.”
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll whisper it to you instead.”
Monica got up and walked around my desk. She lifted her left knee, rested it on the arm of my chair, and leaned across me. Even though she came from my right side, she positioned herself to whisper into my left ear, doing so nuzzled my face into her neck, and pressed her breasts into my chest. The combination of the scent of her perfume and her body brushed up against mine, froze me in place.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered in my ear.
She pulled away from me, hoping to see my reaction. I almost reached to hold her close to me but my fear prevented it. I was completely dumbfounded.
“Monica…I…” I didn’t even know how to finish my sentence.
All of the nervousness and anxiety that I sensed in Monica was gone. She looked at ease with herself and was now smiling confidently at me. Getting that off her chest changed her whole demeanor. She stood beside my chair, looking down at me with a proud look on her face.
“Well?” she said still grinning.
“Monica, I mean…I don’t…” All I could do was stammer.
She walked to the door, popped her head out, and looked both ways down the hallway. “Hello?” she called out. “Anyone here?” She shouted more loudly, then waited for a reply. None came. Monica closed my office door and turned to face me. “We’re all alone Professor Stevens.”
Monica walked to my desk and sat on it, almost in front of me, just off to my side. I still couldn’t speak, and I think she knew it.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. I know you have. I’ve thought about you…a lot. I’ve wanted this for years but I was too afraid to do anything about it. With just three weeks left, I’m more afraid of not doing it. I need this. Once graduation is over, I’ll be back living on the other side of the country. We’ll never see each other again. But I can’t leave here without knowing what it feels like to have your cock inside of me.”
I really couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d been staring straight ahead while she spoke, but when she stopped, I turned my head and looked up at her. She was enjoying this. She was serious, and I knew it.
Monica reached down with both of her hands and lifted my right hand to her breast, holding my hand against her chest.
“It’s ok if you want them. They’re yours.” She began moving my hand using it to fondle her breasts. After a moment she pulled her own hands away and my hand kept working over the young co-ed's tits. “That’s it, Professor Stevens. That feels good, doesn’t it? It feels good to me.” Her smile faded and her face took on a much more serious look. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Give me your cock. I want it so badly. I need it deep inside of me. I need to get fucked. Right here, right now.”
I pulled my hand away and stood up, not entirely sure why. Monica was still seated on my desk and we were closer to being at eye level. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I had to kick her out of my office or go through with what she wanted. I knew what wanted to do, but didn’t know if I could do it.