The morning after my office encounter with Monica, reality began to set in. The day before I was still riding high from the thrill of it all, but the next day my mind was filled with all of the possible consequences and deep fear crept over me. If anyone ever found out about what happened, I’d not only lose my job but my entire career. If I got fired for having an affair with a student, no other school would ever hire me. If it came out now, Monica would get expelled too, but once she had her degree they couldn’t do anything to her. She’d be free to tell anyone and I was panicking over the idea of having to trust a twenty-two-year-old to not talk about something that would be prime gossip for anyone her age.
What made matters worse was that for all of my fear, I wanted to do it again. I wanted to finish what we started. Monica had already given me the best blowjob of my life, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get the image of her laying on my desk with her legs spread open waiting for me to fuck her. One lick of her pussy was all I got, and I wanted much more. I was desperate for her, but the reminder of how close we came to getting caught terrified me. I nearly lost everything. I couldn’t risk that.
It was a bit of scheduling luck, but I only had one class to teach today and it was an evening class, so I’d be off campus until late in the day. That made the odds of me running into Monica pretty low. I didn’t know what I was going to do about this situation, but I knew I needed time away from Monica so that I could get my head straight.
I was all nerves as I headed to work. Once on campus, I made my way through the halls with my head on a swivel, hoping to spot – or rather not spot – Monica. I managed to get to my lecture auditorium without a sighting. All I had to do was get through the next three hours, then I’d be done for the week and have the weekend to think things through. I knew I couldn’t avoid her forever, but having a few days to clear my head could only help.
Today’s class was an exam preparation class, so I didn’t have to lecture. Students just had to come in, drop off their final assignments, and pick up a practice exam. As it got closer to class time, students began to pour into the lecture hall. Maybe fifty or so students filed in, dropped off their assignments, picked up a practice exam, and then made their way to their seats.
Then Monica walked in. She wasn’t in this class and had no reason to be here. She had a wicked grin on her face that could only mean trouble. Part of me wanted to kill her, the other part of me wanted to fuck her. She was wearing a short white skirt and a light blue v-neck sweater that somehow made her tits look bigger than they’d ever appeared to be before. She locked eyes with me, staring at me the whole time she approached.
“Here’s my final assignment Professor Stevens,” she said directly handing me a folder rather than adding it to the pile along with the other student’s work. Given that she wasn’t in this class, I had no idea what she just gave me, but like the other students, she picked up a practice exam and took a seat. She chose a spot in the front row, directly in front of me.
Once the room was full and the practice exam started, I opened the folder that Monica had given me. It was a letter, along with some blank sheets of paper to make it look like a proper assignment. I began to read.
Dear Professor Stevens,
Yesterday was one of the best days of my life, but it wasn't exactly what I wanted. As amazing as it was to suck your cock, my college goal wasn’t to blow a professor, it was to fuck one. To fuck you.
Riding home on the bus knowing that I had your cum on my sweater and in my hair was the hottest thing ever. I felt like such a slut. I’m not normally like this, you bring it out in me, and I love it. I secretly hoped that someone might have noticed the stains on my sweater and realized what they were. I felt so naughty and I wanted to share that with someone, even if it was just a stranger on the bus. I wanted to look like the sweet innocent girl who just sucked her professor’s cock.
It made my pussy sooo wet. I can’t wait to have more of your cock. I need it so badly. I played with my pussy for hours last night. I was so horny and I just couldn’t get you out of my head. My vibrator felt good, but I know how much better your cock is going to feel. You filled my mouth, now I need you to fill my pussy.
Look up, right now. Look at me.
I’d almost forgotten where I was, lost in Monica’s words, but I realized she was telling me to stop reading and look up at her.
Monica was maybe fifteen or twenty feet away from me. She was smiling, knowing for sure that she had my attention. She looked side to side, making sure no one was watching, and slowly began to lift her skirt as she spread her legs. Within moments I had a clear view of her white panties. I could even see what looked like a wet spot forming. Very subtly, she moved her hand down and pulled her panties to the side, showing me her pussy. Whatever professional fears I had from yesterday went right out the window. I was going to fuck the shit out of this girl. Monica pulled her hand away, and closed her legs, making it look like she’d just been adjusting her skirt. She gave me a look and used her eyes to nod to the letter that she’d given me. I went back to reading.
I hope your cock is as hard as my pussy is wet now. I want you so fucking badly. My cunt is aching for you. When class is over, I’m getting your cock. I won’t take no for an answer. I don’t care if it’s in your office, in your car, in a storage closet...I’m getting your dick. No talking, no foreplay. Just fuck me.
I’m going to assume that my panties will be soaked by now so I think I’m going to slip out of class and find a place private where I can get myself ready for you.
I’ll be waiting for you in the hall when class is over.
Xoxo
Monica
After I finished reading her letter, I closed the folder and put it directly into my briefcase. Right on cue, Monica stood up and made her way to my desk.
“I’m sorry Sir, I feel so stupid. I just realized I’m in the wrong class. It’s no wonder these test questions were so hard.”
She dropped the practice exam on my desk and walked out of the lecture hall. My eyes were glued to her ass the whole time as she walked away. She was going to get the fucking she wanted.
The next two and a half hours felt like two and a half years. As each student turned in their practice exam, I knew that I was getting one step closer to plowing my cock into Monica. I was sweating with anticipation and my heart was racing. It got to the point where I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Listen, class,” I interrupted the exam takers. “Something has come up so we’re going to have to call it a day, ok? You should be mostly finished by now anyway. You can either turn what you’ve done in now or finish them off at home and turn them in on Monday, sound good?”
There were some complaints and grumbles, but I was in no mood to hear any of it.
“Sorry, but this is the way it has to be. Either drop off what you’ve done already here or put them in my box Monday morning. Let’s go now, everyone, it’s time to head out.”
I practically had to push the last few students out of the lecture hall, but they were finally gone. I saw Monica seated on a bench waiting for me just outside of the class. I ran to my desk and gathered up my things in record time. I waited near the door of the lecture hall for the hallway to clear out. Within minutes, Monica was the only student left in this wing of the building. I walked towards her quickly and grabbed her arm, perhaps a little more roughly than I intended to.
“Come with me, now,” I said.
“Am I in trouble, professor? Did I do something wrong?” She was being coy.
“You know exactly what you did young lady, and it won't go unpunished."
I pulled her by her arm around the corner to a professor’s staff room that I fully expected to be empty so late in the day. I opened the door and popped my head inside.
“Hello? Anyone here?”
There was no answer.
“Quick, get in there,” I instructed Monica, then followed her inside.
“Professor, this is so naughty! We're going to fuck in the teacher’s lounge?”
I couldn’t even speak. I dropped my briefcase and threw my jacket on a chair, before locking the door.
“Oh my, you are excited, aren’t you?”
I was too focused to reply. I pulled Monica over to the far side of the room. I couldn’t fuck her in the staff room because it might have been too loud and we could have gotten caught. I chose this staff room for a reason though. A few years back, the administration built a safe room to protect the staff should an ‘event’ occur. Not only was it secure, but it was soundproof. It was the perfect place to fuck a student. I wondered if I would be the first to do so.
I fumbled with my keys, looking for the right one to the safe room. I’d finally gained some composure and could speak.
“Monica…what you did to me in that classroom…”
“Did I get your dick nice and hard?”
I briefly stopped what I was doing. “I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard you’re never going to tease me like that again.”
“That sounds like a reason to tease you even more."
I’d gotten the door open and ushered Monica inside. The room was sparse, it wasn’t exactly built for comfort but there was a sturdy table in the middle of the room. Monica saw it and instantly knew what to do. She went ahead of me and sat on the table spreading her legs, waiting for me with a sly smile on her face.
“I’m so fucking horny,” she said. “Come fuck me, professor.”
I took my shirt off, tossed it to the floor, and undid my pants as I made my way towards her. Monica took her sweater off, exposing her breasts held in place with a pushup bra, which she immediately took off. As I got closer, Monica briefly slid off the table to take her panties off. She got them down to her knees and then sat back on the tabletop, waiting for me to take them the rest of the way off. As I got to her, I lifted her legs by her knees, yanked her panties off, and tossed them to the floor. I stepped into her, leaned in, and began to kiss her as I let my pants fall to my ankles. I worked my boxer shorts down and my cock sprang to life. Monica reached down and took it in her hand while we still kissed. I moved my hands to her tits and began to fondle them.