Submitting To Professor Kent
I stood within the hallway of Kirkwood Corridor, or ‘professor row’ as the opposite college students known as it. My thumb drew incessant circles in my sweaty palm as I paced small circles close to the wall between two workplaces.
I am unable to do that. I am unable to do that, repeated in my head because the second grew bigger than me. Simply breathe Amber…
The opposite faculty college students that flocked the halls made me wish to mix in with the tasteless beige partitions and summary prints framed between every workplace in order that I may disappear altogether. Each girl that handed appeared extra beautiful than the subsequent. Their outfits had been extra put collectively than mine, their tummies had been extra trim than mine, and their hair glistened and bounced with their each step. I adjusted my white shirt and a navy blue plaid skirt that dangled to my knees. My garments choice was a remnants of behavior after six years of personal college (this regardless of the fixed teasing I obtained on the hand of my suitemates and her mates).
What made it worse was when the faculty boys stole their lingering seems to be my means, however that wasn’t something new. Faculty guys had been so immature and determined, they’d masturbate to a bookshelf if it seemed like they’d breasts. I knew I wasn’t ugly, however that was a part of the issue. Combing my blond hair again behind my shoulders with my fingers, I adjusted my black backpack on my shoulders. I had obtained extra feedback than I preferred about my pouty lips, creamy pores and skin, or simply brutish feedback about breasts, nevertheless it all drew eyes I did not need.
I do not need anybody taking a look at me; I believed and felt a twist in my stomach as if I used to be again in his classroom. Besides his…
Shaking the thought from my head, I scrambled to take off my backpack and unzip it–drawing much more eyes. Buried within the entrance pocket was my inhaler. Professor Kent wasn’t like my different professors. I did not… have a look at him the identical because the others. I felt the humiliation simmer inside my chest, threatening to drown me. I had at all times had a factor for older males. I knew it was improper. Name it ‘daddy points’ or the value of rising up in a damaged residence, however the degree of lust and… infatuation I developed for sure males twice my age had aways been a problem I’ve tried to hide.
Think about the stares I might get if everybody knew how a lot of a freak I actually was?
I took two fast puffs from my inhaler. That is once I noticed him. Professor Kent was a beautiful man in his late thirties with thick darkish golden brown hair light on the perimeters with quick bangs throughout his brow that bounced when he walked. At six-foot-four, he towered over me standing, so once I seemed up from a kneel over my backpack, he loomed over me like an enormous.
His interrogative eyes studied me as he approached his workplace like a check query that awaited to be unpacked and undressed. Cocking his head to the aspect and making one lock of his bangs transfer to the aspect, he smiled with a squinted eye.
“Are you ready for me?” Professor Kent requested.
“I, um, no–“
“Amber, proper?” he requested and gestured up and to his left as if he stood in his lecture corridor. “You sit within the again row on my left. Psych 101 class.”
I smiled nervously and felt my panties regulate between my thighs as I moved. He is aware of my identify…
“Uh, sure, sure, um,” I mentioned, shortly tucking my inhaler in my bag and zipping it up. “I, um, do not wish to hassle you. Sorry,” I muttered with my eyes on the bottom as I turned to go away.
“Nonsense,” he replied, placing his key in his workplace door. “Are available in, we’ll speak. I insist.”
My abdomen full a somersault and I felt my coronary heart beating in my ears like a warfare drum. It was true I had sat meekly quiet within the again left of Professor Kent’s Psychology 101 class for nearly a whole semester now. My first semester at college, truly. Like my different lessons, I have not uttered a phrase in a single one, however talking wasn’t crucial for doing nicely at school. That was why I liked college a lot. Leaving highschool with a 4.0 GPA, I sat primed to obtain straight As in all 19 credit score hours I took this semester with one exception.
Psych 101…
“The presentation is price half your grade,” Professor Kent mentioned evenly. “We went over this within the syllabus.”
My abdomen twisted, and I attempted to shrink below his heavy gaze however had nowhere to cover, until I attempted to go below the desk. It did not really feel proper to have a presentation to be price a lot of my grade. I can, and did, obtain over a 100% on each single quiz and examination within the class, however will nonetheless fail if I did not give a thirty-minute presentation to the category. Ten minutes about myself and my background, adopted by twenty minutes about Behaviorism psychology and the way it’s utilized in trendy observe.
“Sure, sir,” I mumbled, barely parting my lips.
“I did not hear you,” my Professor’s voice mentioned virtually as if it was a requirement.
I adjusted in my seat and straightened. “I am sorry. Sure, sir,” I squeaked a bit louder. I’ve at all times suffered from crippling social anxiousness. My mom’s answer was to fill my medication cupboard full of medication in center college and the refilled orders are nonetheless there now that I am in faculty. They take the sting off my panic assaults when I’ve them, however little else. Getting up in entrance of a category of 100 college students and Professor Keny with a purpose to give a thirty-minute speech was torture. Coming to my professor’s workplace hours was troublesome sufficient. In school, his piercing gaze felt undressing whilst I hid amongst the gang. The considered sitting alone in an workplace earlier than him was crippling. I had spent all evening contemplating simply dropping out of the category solely, however doing so would fail me as nicely.
And all it will take is one failed class for me to lose my scholarship… then if I needed to go to school, I must ask my father for cash… I’ll by no means try this…
The panic in my chest fizzled like a freshly opened soda that had been shaken. “Is there one other means? Can I, perhaps, write out my speech? Or file my speech and play it?”
Professor Kent grimaced, flattening his lips as he set free a protracted sigh. He leaned again in his leather-based seat and I could not assist however look on the means the grey button-up shirt he wore grabbed on the muscular tissues of his shoulder and biceps. I inverted my knees collectively subconsciously. Like I used to be afraid he would possibly in some way see by means of the big pink oak desk that separated us, by means of the skirt that dangled over my knees and light-weight blue panties I wore beneath it, and will see the drip of drool that fell from my intercourse. And for a terrifying second, I believed he may. My Professor’s eyes narrowed on me and his eyebrows closed collectively in focus on one thing briefly as he cocked his head to the aspect.
No, how does he know? Can he odor my pheromones?
However his inquisitive look shortly vanished and was changed with a smooth and welcoming smile that made me wish to say sure to something he mentioned subsequent.
“Beth,” he leaned ahead, and I attempted to lean additional again, however my bottom was at all times pressed towards the chair. “You are a really shiny younger girl. I do know you already know every thing that it’s essential current, however the presentation is not nearly information. It is about talking, confidence, taking management,” the Professor prolonged a agency hand in direction of his door as if the classroom was on the opposite aspect of it. “Dominating that classroom and promoting your self. That is an enormous a part of life in the true world. If I allow you to not do that presentation, I might be robbing you of this talent.”
Confidence, management, dominating…
The anticipation of the approaching presentation abruptly weighed on her like a concrete tied to her throat. Masking her face together with her palms, she did her finest to maintain her composure with a deep breath and exhale.
Thoughtlessly, and extra as a grievance to myself, I mumbled, “I do not dominate,” and scooted ahead to face and go away. It was solely once I was touching my face that I spotted what my Professor had seen that caught his curiosity. It was my beet pink cheeks that now felt burning sizzling to the contact.
God, I’ve sat right here swooning and blushing like a highschool woman all this time? I’ve received to get out of right here.
“I am sorry, um, thanks. I–I needs to be, um, going,” I mumbled as I leaned ahead to seize my backpack and my Professor stopped me with a raised palm.
“Keep,” he mentioned, and I did. He leaned again in his chair once more and scratched on the middle of his chest, the place his onerous pecs met. “How outdated are you?”
My eyes widen as I used to be greatly surprised by the query. I stuttered a solution shortly, earlier than I had determined whether or not he requested as an insult or another purpose.
“Um, eight–eighteen.”
Parsing his lips, he nodded, and seemed across the room. “You could possibly go away in order for you,” he mentioned after a minute. “You may go away everytime you need. Do you perceive?”
“Sure?” I replied, not sure of what he meant.
“When you do not do your presentation, you’ll fail this class, so I do not need that to occur. I additionally do not wish to cheat you out of this lesson and expertise as it should solely harm you within the lengthy run–you have to have the ability to converse in entrance of others. There is not any means round it, Beth.”
Professor Kent stood and walked round his desk till he sat on the sting of his desk in entrance of me, so shut he almost stood on my ebook bag.
“I’ve…” he paused, scratching the aspect of his neck as he thought of his subsequent phrases, “trainings… that used to supply sure ladies who struggled with confidence. Tutoring that’s extracurricular and never part of the faculty. I have not taken on a pupil for these trainings for someday, however if you’re , if you happen to consent… I might be prepared to tutor you.”
Not sure of whether or not it was the charged odor emanating from his particular person or simply the proximity of the person however I blurted out a ‘sure’ earlier than I had an opportunity to course of what I used to be consenting to.
A non-public class? I believe? Simply him and me? The prospect was thrilling and terrifying. I used to be nonetheless making an attempt to chill my face, that had solely grew redder since I spotted my flushness.
He glanced at his black metallic banded watch. “We may start today–right now if you happen to’re free for the subsequent hour.”
“Sure, I… Sure, I am free,” I mentioned.
My Professor smiled at my eagerness. “I’ve three guidelines if we’re to proceed,” he walked behind me and went to the workplace door. “1) Chances are you’ll go away or cease the coaching at any time, you solely should say the phrase ‘pink.’ However when you do, the trainings are completed and you should face the presentation by yourself. 2) You will need to do every thing that I inform you, precisely how I inform you.”
I heard the lock activate the door and Professor Kent accomplished the circle, strolling again in entrance of me once more. This was the primary time I spotted that one thing sexual may be occurring. The thought struck concern and pleasure inside me, however largely it froze me in my seat. It was a type of a surreal second of disbelief like I had simply entered film or a dream.
“3) You will need to by no means inform anybody about these trainings. Ever. Do you perceive?”
My mouth went dry. I swallowed to work the saliva round. “Sure,” I croaked.
He licked his lips like an animal trying down on its dinner. Cocking his head to the aspect, the heat in his smile disappeared as a robust and stern expression cemented on his face. All of a sudden, the workplace I sat in felt darker than it was once I entered.
“Stand.” Professor Kent ordered.
I stood and my lips had been almost touching his muscular chest, so I shortly aspect stepped for comfy distancing. He corrected this motion, not with phrases or motion, however a single gesture. Pointing on the spot on the ground the place I as soon as stood, my Professor seemed like an proprietor heeling a canine. It was my flip to lick my lips as I scratched my thumbnail on my different palm and slowly shuffled again earlier than him. My head hung low and pouting like a pet that knew she did one thing improper.
Simply standing so near the person was taxing. My social anxiousness thrummed like a migrant in my chest as my palms grew sweaty and my head dizzy. With out provocation, Professor Keny took my chin in his hand gently between his thumb and forefinger, and I lifted my gaze to fulfill his. Trying up at his smooth pores and skin and penetrating eyes, I may hear myself panting with pleasure from his easy contact.
The kiss he planted on my lips was a mild one. Harmless and measured. With out that means to, a high-pitched hum escaped my lips to his as my eyebrows went excessive. Just like the second I dreamed about and anticipated was too surreal to be anticipated. The tip of his tongue brushed previous my lips and all of the blood in my physique went to my head. As if sensing my lightheadness, my Professor’s palms caught my shoulders, steadying me and holding me to his chest.
The tender kiss shortly deepened and adjusted. He stepped ahead, cupping my cheek together with his tough palm, and all of the sudden our our bodies had been touching one other and the older man was looming over me. His fingers hooked across the prime of my neck, locking me in place so I could not retreat even when I needed to. His lips pressed on mine. I felt his tongue press into my mouth and rub towards mine earlier than lapping the roof of my mouth slowly. My eyebrows went tall and my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I felt how moist my pussy had change into.
Why do I’ve to be like this? We’re simply kissing and I am so moist! It is embarrassing. Please, do not let him discover out I am this manner…
With out even realizing it, I stood on my tippy-toes for my lips to succeed in his. Professor Kent’s different large hand cupped my hips, becoming round its total aspect as he traced his finger alongside my uncovered pores and skin under my shirt however above the waistband of my skirt. Making an attempt not to attract consideration to it, I clenched my thighs collectively in hopes of choking my intercourse from rising any wetter, however I discovered it was having the alternative impact. Within the place I stood as we made out, the nub of my clit pressed towards a nook of cloth, both a moist twisted fringe of my panties or one thing on his clothes, that teased me excellent. I rocked backwards and forwards in a daze. When my professor’s hand slid as much as my breasts with out warning, I very almost got here.
Coming down from my tippy toes and shrinking away from in a step, I tried to free myself from his clutch to keep away from additional embarrassment.
in spite of everything, this grown middle-age man together with his life collectively already thinks of me as a bit woman. This thought will solely cement in his thoughts if I orgasm simply from a kiss!
To my shock, my makes an attempt to free myself from the Professor failed as he adopted me as I attempted to step away. Stumbling as I walked again right into a chair and knocked it out of the best way, I felt shadowed by the tall man as he cornered me in his workplace. My again pressed towards the wall and Professor Kent’s entrance pressed towards me, as did one thing else. His onerous member protruded from his tented khaki slacks and prodded me just under my naval.
His tongue slipped deep inside my mouth as his handheld my face to his whereas his different hand groped my left breast over my prime. With out warning, my eyes fluttered open and closed shortly because the uncontrollable orgasm overwhelmed me.
“Mmmm!” I screamed, a moan into the kiss as my tiny hand grabbed on the triceps of his shirt. My fingernails clawed at him and twisted his clothes round his thick arm like a tourniquet. “Mmmmahh!”
Inverting my knees in order that the kneecaps touched, I almost collapsed from the discharge. My as soon as damp panties had been now soaked.
Lastly, Professor Kent relented and stepped away from the kiss, leaving me whimpering and a multitude towards the wall. I felt my juices dripping down my inside thigh, making an attempt to flee the privateness of my skirt. Urgent my thighs collectively, my palms shaped an ‘x’ over my intercourse so as to add an additional layer of protection towards the person’s piercing gaze.
“Did you simply cum, little woman?” he requested in his deep voice.
I nodded, ashamed and dripping with anxiousness. Unable to fulfill his eyes.
“I am sorry,” I mumbled and turned to scurry away. I am going to go away my backpack–I do not care! I am so embarrassed!
However there was a quick jolt of motion adopted by a thud as my Professor struck the wall, blocking me from leaving. For the primary time, concern swelled inside me. The combination of feelings was virtually an excessive amount of for me. Lust, terror, pleasure, pleasure, anxiousness, marvel, anticipation, attractive, dread…
My eyes glanced at my backpack, nonetheless sprawled on the ground in entrance of the chair I had as soon as sat in.
I would like my inhaler. I would like house. I would like…
My respiration rasped with each inhale as my lungs struggled to get sufficient oxygen. The perimeters of the world turned black and my professor’s face grew to become blurry.
I am unable to–I am unable to do that! I am unable to!
“Cease,” my Professor mentioned with an excellent however full voice. The arm that after blocked my path now was eliminated as he prolonged a calloused palm in my route like an officer halting visitors. The command slowed my rasping breaths and targeted my wandering thoughts.
Stepping away from me, he fastidiously and intentionally picked up my backpack, sat it on his desk, and commenced opening the zippers. He searched its contents till he discovered my white inhaler and applicator. Returning to me, he positioned it in my palms and waited for me to take two breaths off it. Holding his hand out, I returned the inhaler to him and he reversed the steps, securing it in my backpack.
“One phrase,” he mentioned, putting the bag within the seat beside him. “Three letters. Say it and you could go away. Say it and we’ll finish this proper now. Do you wish to say it?” Professor Kent raised an eyebrow.
I licked my lips. My lungs would possibly’ve slowed their want for air, however my coronary heart was nonetheless hammering in my chest. “No,” I squeaked.
A ghost of a smile grew on his lips that almost made me faint, nevertheless it disappeared simply as shortly. He circled and went to his desk. The already spartan desk prime was cleared of the remaining gadgets. A single finger beckoned her over to him. With virtually no effort on his half, he lifted me up from below my butt cheeks and sat me on the sting of the desk.
“Ooo!” I squealed from the contact, however was scolded instantly.
Professor Kent pointed a stiff finger at me, then on the closed and locked door, then held the finger as much as his smooth lips, quieting me. I had been so targeted on the room and Professor Kent that I forgot we had been in his workplace, on campus, and it was the center of the day. There might be a line of scholars ready exterior that door, listening to my each moan, for all I knew.
I felt uncovered on his desk. My ft dangled and my navy blue and white striped plaid skirt solely barely touched my knees. I inched my thighs collectively and felt my moist panties cling to my intercourse. Taking my palms in his, he intentionally positioned my palms on the desk barely behind my butt so I may lean again comfortably.
“You’ll not transfer your palms, do you perceive?” he mentioned.
“Sure.”
He grimaced, then nodded to himself as he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up neatly to his swollen biceps. “Any further, whereas we’re alone, you’ll seek advice from me as ‘professor’ or ‘sir,’ at all times. Do you perceive?”
“Sure, sir,” I mentioned, and the phrases appeared to circulation out effortlessly. Like they’d been sat on the again of my tongue ready to spill forth all this time.
“Must you transfer your palms from their spots, you’ll be punished. This coaching is when you’ll study that each motion has penalties, even one thing as small as transferring your palms.”
“I will not… sir,” my head shrunk between my shoulder blades as my thoughts circled nervously round what ‘punished’ meant to a person as robust and fierce as him.
His palm cupped the within of my knee and I felt the pad of his center finger tickle beneath my knee. Slowly, that finger slid as much as the within of my thigh. As he traced it greater up my leg, my skirt raised with it, exposing my milky white thighs. My mouth hung open as I made shallow pants in anticipation. The final twenty minutes that had led me right here, felt as if they occurred in a blink of a watch.