A Passion for Higher Education (closed)

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Closed for Sandi_grl

I glanced at the clock and grumbled to myself as I packed up my stuff. Ordinarily I'd have been out of the office an hour ago. But barely a week ago the department chair had asked me to take over a freshman level Microeconomics that met late on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So right now I was headed to teach another class followed by probably another hour in the office. I was going to be here well after dark.
In the middle

Would that I could have refused. My girlfriend/fiancee -- our exact status was still somewhat tenuous -- and I went through a serious break-up followed by a gradual reconciliation during the summer. The amount of time I spent at the University had been one of the sore spots with Kimberly, so taking on additional workload wasn't helping. Still, if I hoped to earn tenure, helping my department chair was a good idea.

Kimberly said she understood that, so hopefully things would be okay; still, I was reluctant to place any additional strain on our relationship while we put things back together. Those two months apart had been pretty unhappy for me, so I did not want to repeat that. Ever.

Well, most of those two months. There had been that week on the beach. Not long after the break-up when I was mostly filled with anger, I left town and headed to the coast for a week. I intended to forget my miserable life by drinking too much rum and tequila. I mostly did, but then that first night, I met this gorgeous local girl. I mean, Kimberly is beautiful and has an amazing rack, but this girl was this huge-titted Helen-of-Troy level of goddess that was completely out of my league. Why she found me so appealing, I don't know, but we could scarcely keep our hands off each other the rest of my trip.

The sex was intense, too. Ordinarily most women find my size intimidating and want me to go slow. This girl was a bit freaked out, too, but she always kept urging me to go harder and faster. Fueled by anger, lust, and alcohol, I got way more physical with her than I ever have with anyone. It was absolutely incredible.

It was probably for the best that after a week I had to return home to the real world. Passion that intense can be dangerous. But oh, it made for some unbelievable memories. (Ones that I would forever keep secret from Kimberly.)

It took me ten minutes to find the classroom, by which time warm recollections of that beach goddess were replaced by dread of teaching a bunch of freshmen at this hour. I entered without even glancing at the few dozen students seated in the room. I grabbed a piece of chalk started writing on the board.

"I am Professor Simon Idris and this Intro to Microeconomics," I declared as I spelled out my name and the course number on the board. "I am stepping in for Professor Modi, who recently suffered a serious physical injury requiring surgery. I'm told she's doing well and expected to make a full recovery in several weeks, so she'll be back teaching again next semester. "

"Okay. Are there any questions before we begin?" I turned to face the class and took my first real look at them. Fresh out of high school, barely more than half my age, abs no doubt mostly clueless. Ugh. This was going to be a real . . .

My thoughts skidded to a sudden stop as my eyes swept across a figure in the second row. No. It couldn't be. No.

But it was. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wasn't wearing a bikini, but I knew her.

It was the girl from the beach. The girl I'd fucked silly for a week. The girl who I still had sexual fantasies about in my dreams. The girl I was never supposed to see again. And yet here she was, not twenty feet away.

Oh fuck.

 

[sandi_grl]

I plopped into a seat in the middle of the second row of the lecture hall with a sigh. It was the last class of the day, and mentally I kicked myself for taking such a late class. Though, the alternative would have been taking the class at seven in the morning and that was not going to happen. Adjusting to school was a bit of a struggle, as this time last week I was at the beach, drinking a beer, enjoying a bond fire with my friends.

The beach.

A few weeks before school started was my summer love affair. It was something I’d only read about in romance novels, but oh did it happened. It had started innocently enough; I’d started flirting with him at the bar in hopes of getting a couple drinks out of him. But things just seemed to click between us, and soon enough we were inseparable, particularly in the bedroom. In all honesty, I probably would have run from his hotel room when I saw how large he was had I been fully sober. But, with a bit of liquid and green courage already in me, I stayed. He went slow at first, but soon it developed into the most amazing, wild sex I’m sure most women dream about. But just as quickly as it had began, it ended. It was probably for the best, though. Any dalliance that burned that hot was bound to go down in flames.

Lost in thought and drawing random doodles in my notebook, I wasn’t aware that the teacher had come in until he started talking at the front of the room. That voice was so familiar. I looked up, but his back was to the room as he scrawled his name and the course on the board. I shook my head, chalking it up to my imagination. What were the chances of he and I being in the same room again?

Then he turned around and the world froze. It couldn’t be! Slowly his eyes came to me and I immediately saw the realization wash over him. I could feel my cheeks start to burn as my skin started to flush. I sank down in my seat and looked back to my notebook, pretending to write something. Only after a few moments pause, he launched into his lecture.

Well this could make things complicated…

 

[saedo]

The sight of her set a tingle deep in my groin as illicit memories bubbled to the surface. The guttural noises she made as she tried to deep throat my cock. The squeals of delight when I made her cum again and again. The creaking of the hotel bed when we were at full passion. I had to will my libido into submission lest I embarrass myself in front of the entire class.

That surge of warmth was soon replaced by an icy chill down my spine. We hadn't done much talking during that week, but I vaguely remembered her telling me she just finished school . I'd assumed she was a college coed blowing off steam before grad school or joining the rat race. But this was a class for freshmen. That meant I'd been fucking someone fresh out of high school. Just how barely legal had she been two months ago?

Then there was the Kimberly factor. I'd rationalized not telling my fiancée about my carnal vacation by telling myself it was a brief episode that had occurred hundreds of miles away with someone I'd never see again. That became much less convincing if I was going to be in the same room with this person twice a week for the next four months. Could I still justify keeping this secret?

Then there was the University to consider. Even if our liaison was in the past, my department chair wouldn't be wild about finding out about it. I definitely did not want to rock the boat when I was trying to get tenure.

But then what would she do? Could I trust a college student to keep such a secret? What if she was to tell a friend that she'd had sex with one of her professors? My life could be ruined.

I steadied myself. I couldn't deal with this right now. Not with a classroom staring at me. I tamped down my emotions and launched into the lecture. Fortunately this material was so simple I could almost do it without thinking.

I spent the next 75 minutes on autopilot. My brain busied itself worrying about the possibile ways this could go wrong, fielding the occasional question, and forcibly resisting the urge to look at her. Somehow I managed to make it through without breaking into a cold sweat or losing my composure. I closed with the reading assignment for next class, grabbed my belongings, and headed out the door.

Once in the hallway, I pulled out my phone and pretended to be actively engaged with it. In truth I lay in wait for her. When she exited the class room, I fell into step behind her. Fortunately few classes were taught at this hour, so it was only my students in the halls. I didn't have to wait long before there was no one within several feet.

"Natasha," I whisperered. When she turned her head, I nodded towards a side hallway just ahead. When we got near, I put a hand near her elbow and guided her to follow.

Once past the corner, I opened the first closed door I saw and pulled her into it. It turned out to be a small storage closet. Wooden shelves on one side held paper clips, pens, staples, highlighters, and a host of of other office products. Several boxes containing the reams of paper were stacked waist-high nearby.

I closed the door behind us, which reduced the available space considerably. For a brief moment, we stood so close that her chest brushed against mine. I was immediately reminded of just how big and beautiful her breasts were. We each shuffled backward, managing to put a couple inches between us in the cramped space.

"Natasha," I began urgently. "What are you doing here? In my class? I thought you said you'd finished school."

Despite being in a closed room, I still looked around as if someone might be watching. "This could be very bad. Even if what happened between us was months ago, the University really does not like relationships between faculty and students. I need to know that you can keep it a secret."

 

[sandi_grl]

Every minute ticked by agonizingly slow. My heart pounded in my ears as I tried my best to concentrate on the actual content of the class. From time to time I braved looking up from my notebook, but Simon was always looking elsewhere. Of course he avoided looking at me, and I didn't blame him. Eventually he released the class with an assignment to be completed by the next class.

As I moved to put my things away in my backpack, I wondered if I should drop the class. Everyone shuffled out of the class fairly quickly, not wanting to be in school any later. I followed suit. Simon stood off to the side, engrossed in his phone. Maybe it was best if we just ignored each other.

My name whispered behind me, I turned startled. He was following me. He nodded to a hallway off to the side ahead of us. As we reached it, he guided me by the elbow around the turn and into what was a supply closet. It was cramped, but somehow we managed to put a few inches between us. Still, being so close made my heart race, the air seem thin, and my panties grew wet. I suddenly hated how my body automatically reacted to him.

He mentioned finishing school and I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned back against the wall behind me, looking at the floor with green eyes causing my dark blonde hair to fall over my shoulders. "You're the one who assumed I meant I finished college. I just never corrected you." I then laughed. "What do you mean they 'don't like relationships between faculty and students,'" I moved my hands to make air quotes. "We don't have a relationship, so there's nothing to keep secret. But sure, I'll keep my mouth shut. Should I just drop the class too? Make things easier on you?"

 

[saedo]

The close proximity required by the storage closet almost immediately began to work against me. The dry smell of the paper was already taking on the sweet spice of her perfume. How many nights had I fallen asleep with her naked body against mine, her dark blonde hair brushing my chin as she lay her head next to mine?

Nor was the only one affected. Natasha indignantly crossed her arms against her chest as she chastised my jumping to assumptions. The effect pushed her glorious breasts upward and emphasized the shadows cast by hardened nipples. The supply closet wasn't cold, which suggested that arousal was at work.

That thought pushed my libido beyond my ability to restrain. Truth be told, I'd always thought Natasha as out of my league. As such, I assumed if I hadn't returned home, she'd have eventually traded up for someone more handsome, more famous, more wealthy, etc. Yet months later, her attraction to me remained undiminished. That someone I found so appealing thought I was appealing in return was a most potent aphrodisiac.

I shifted my stance slightly as my cock surged towards erection. The hefty organ crept along my right thigh before popping out the leg of my boxer briefs. I hoped that our close proximity would keep her eyes from looking too far south; the thick bulge beneath my pants would be unmistakable.

Should I just drop the class too? Make things easier on you?"

Natasha's tone grew tart and she made sarcastic quotes with her fingers. I realized that I had let my anxieties make me too antagonistic.

"No, no, no, " I hastily replied. I took a deep breath and instinctively placed my hands on her upper arms. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Seeing you again like that threw me for a loop. I overreacted. I'm sorry."

"You're right. What we did was in the past. You shouldn't have to rearrange your classes over something that happened months ago." I thought for a moment. "We just need to keep this between us. Even the suspicion that there might be something could be problematic. Certainly for me, but I suspect you don't want the rumors about you either. But if we just keep it to professor and student, we'll be fine, right? Is that okay with you, Natasha?"

Despite my brain's attempt to rationally discuss our absence of a relationship, my libido was still fervently hoping for a resumption of intimacy. My cock throbbed with need in my pants. I was so swollen that I began to wonder about the structural integrity of my pant's inseam.

 

[sandi_grl]

As he placed his hands on my upper arms, it felt like the air had been sucked out of the tiny room. One part of me wanted to be out of the small space immediately, but another desperately wanted to be closer. I knew what those hands could do, how they could make me feel... And then I noticed that unmistakable bulge in his pants. It was almost comforting that I wasn't the only one experiencing a physical response being so close.

I breathed deeply, trying to ground myself and avoid looking downward. He mentioned keeping it to a professor and student relationship. "That should be fine," I said, though my voice held an uncertain tone to it. Could we keep it to just that? After the week we had together, as brief as it was, anyone would struggle going backwards to a strictly platonic, professional relationship.

"Though most would think it's a little strange for a teacher to pull his student off into a supply closet, don't you think Simon?" I joked. "This probably shouldn't become a regular thing."

 

[saedo]

Though most would think it's a little strange for a teacher to pull his student off into a supply closet, don't you think Simon?

I smirked at her wry tone and felt some of the tension in my shoulders unwind. "Yeah, sorry about that. I wanted to talk to you without anyone being around, so this was the closest place I could think of. Now that we're on the same page, we don't need to do this anymore. You can just come to my office hours or whatever."

Though the stress in my upper back had lessened, that in my pants remained undiminished. In the close space, I could feel her warmth. I forced myself not to look down to see just how close her incredible breasts were to my chest.

" I guess we can leave . . . ." I trailed off as other feelings started to swirl. "Look, I don't mean to suggest that I regret what happened this summer. What we had . . . was amazing. Absolutely incredible. Part of me wishes we could go back. " I grinned. "I seem to recall there were a couple positions you still wanted to try."