Professor Matthews
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“I can drive you to class,” Christie said through the bathroom door. “I know I don’t need to say this, but you should probably thank and apologize to Matthews for you acting like a drunken idiot last night.”
“I know,” I whispered as tears stung my eyes. “You’re right.”
Chapter Six
By the time I got to class, everyone was already leaving. I walked past Samantha, who raised an eyebrow at me before strutting past. She had turned in her thesis on time. She knew I was screwed.
I wasn’t going to let it go without a fight though. I was so confused about Professor Matthews right now, especially with what Christie told me. Why did he stay all night? Other than being a freak, I was obviously fine. Was he just being a concerned professor or was there more to it?
Professor Matthews was standing at his desk, collecting the papers that were piled on the corner. I approached slowly, worried about what he might say.
“Um, hi,” I said, standing at the opposite end of the desk.
“Ah, Sarah. Nice of you to show up today. Better late than never, huh?”
“I know. I…uh…I’m sorry. I—,” I stammered.
“Made a complete fool out of yourself last night? Yes, I saw. I was there, remember?”
“I’m really sorry, Professor. Really. I heard from Christie what you did and I know you didn’t have to be there for me. You didn’t have to help Christie and after how I treated you, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t help.”
As my eyes met his, his expression softened. He let out a deep sigh as his face filled with concern.
“There was a student in need. I would have done that for anyone,” he said.
I looked away from him as I nodded. “That’s what I thought. Thanks for helping Christie. And for helping me too. I didn’t eat yesterday. I should have known better.”
“You should have. You have a condition that needs to be monitored and taken care of. You could’ve really hurt yourself last night.”
“I know. And just so you know, I’m not usually like that. When my sugar gets low I just go crazy. I can’t control myself.”
“It’s alright. I’m just glad your friend was there.”
“Me too,” I said quietly. “You have no idea how bad I feel. I’m sorry about last night. I’m sure I ruined your night too.”
“You’re being too hard on yourself. No one is perfect. You’ve been under a lot of stress lately too. I know you’ve been working on your thesis.”
“And it’s almost done,” I said. ” I wasn’t supposed to go out last night. I never go out. I just needed a break and…well, you were there.” I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I struggled to get my courage up. “Can I have a one-day extension? It’s almost done. I just need a few hours really.”
“Hmm,” he said as he rubbed his chin. “I can’t just give you special treatment, Sarah. That wouldn’t be fair to the other students.”
“I know, I know,” I said, trying to control the begging in my voice. “I need this grade though. I need it to graduate with highest honors. I’ve worked so hard for this. Just give me one chance. I can’t lose all my years of hard work because of one mistake.”
Professor Matthews walked around the table and stood over me. I was reminded of last night and the heat of his body near mine as he warned me about drinking. His presence felt dominating.
“With the way you told me off last night, I definitely shouldn’t give you any special treatment,” he said gruffly.
“Please, Professor Matthews. I’m sorry. I don’t know how many times I can apologize. I just wasn’t myself. I know you hate me for whatever reason—”
“I don’t hate you, Sarah,” he said interrupting me.
I raised an eyebrow at his words. “Really? But you’re always picking on me and asking me the hardest questions.”
“I ask you because I think you should have the answers to those questions. I’m trying to challenge you to think.”
“Don’t you think I deserve a break sometimes though? I feel like you’re intentionally putting me on the spot with those questions. Like you’re trying to make me look stupid.”
“No one could make you look stupid, Sarah. You are the brightest student I have ever had. You have a great future ahead of you, and as an educator I have a duty to push you as hard as I can.”
Professor Matthews’s words made me blush. I was so insecure that I never thought he could be pushing me to do better, my only thought was that he couldn’t stand me.
“Listen,” he said, lowering his voice, making it husky. “I would never tell any of my other students this, but if you want to know the truth, I was inappropriate last night. You are intelligent, gifted, and beautiful. When I saw you take a drink from that asshole, I have to admit I got a little jealous.”
I was blushing so much my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I couldn’t help but smile. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“In every way possible. Both mentally and physically. You’re the total package. Do you know how much I’ve wished I would find a woman in my life to have both looks and a brain?”
“I don’t know. I can understand though. It would be hard for me to find a handsome man who understands the ins and outs of Abiogenesis,” I said referring to the evolutionary science that Professor Matthews specialized in.
“If you’re going to be that specific, I can guarantee you’re not going to find much,” he said with a sly smile on his face. “I want to find someone like you, Sarah. Someone who can match my wits and my mind.” He paused as he looked up to make sure we were alone. “Someone who makes me jealous when another man looks at her. Someone I want in my bed.”
He was talking about me, hitting on me. Professor Matthews was making it more and more obvious that he wanted me as our conversation continued. Maybe I should have stopped him, I knew it was wrong. I was his student. He shouldn’t talk to me that way. He shouldn’t look at me like a starved wolf. It was exactly what I wanted until I realized I had asked him for an extension for my thesis.
Is that what this was about? Was he going to bribe me into sleeping with him?
“Wait,” I stepped back from him. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“What’s that?”
“Is this where if I want the extension, you’re going to make me do something sexual?”
Professor Matthews blinked in surprise. “No, no. Absolutely not! I mean, did something that unethical cross my mind? Yes, but I would never use my power as your professor to get something I want. Sure, I’m sure I’d enjoy the result. But it’s not what I really want. What I want is more. Much more. I’m not about to risk my career for one night of fun.”
He wanted me. So much that the thought of breaking the rules had crossed his mind. It was so strange to hear him talk to me like this after being convinced for so long of his hatred for me.
“Sarah,” he said, the timber of his voice deepening. “I want your thesis on my desk by eight tomorrow morning. Not a minute later. If I receive it on time, then I’ll treat it as if it was turned in today. This is the one break I’m giving you,” he said before pausing. “But it’s only because you’re right. I have been hard on you this semester.”
I let out a long breath as relief filled me. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Professor Matthews. You have no idea how grateful I am for this.”
Our eyes met and I wondered what was next. Was that it? Was he just going to cut me a break? Just a few minutes ago he flat out told me he wanted me. Or had I dreamed that? Was he really just going to let me walk away?
I started towards the door only to be stopped by his voice. “Sarah.”
Chapter Seven
As I turned to face him, one of his hands slipped into my hair as his lips covered mine. He pressed me against the door as his body pressed against me. His kiss overwhelmed me and as his tongue slipped into my mouth, my body responded.
At first I was paralyzed with surprise, but I quickly melted again
st his strong chest. My tongue began to follow his. My hands wrapped around his back like I had imagined so many times in class. Through his collared shirt, I could feel how toned and muscular he was.
The moment felt like it could last forever. It was the perfect ending to our strange relationship. But there was more to this than just a kiss and before he said anything, I knew it was far from over.
“I want you, Sarah,” he said, our kiss finally breaking. “I know you’re my student, I know this isn’t right. But say the word and none of that matters. Say the word and I’ll take you right now in this lecture hall.”
So many emotions rushed through me. In a matter of minutes, I went from thinking he hated me to finding out he wanted me. And he didn’t just want my body, he wanted my mind too. It was everything I ever wanted.
But how could I say yes?
He was still my professor, still the person who held a lot of power over me. School wasn’t over. I still needed to submit my thesis to him and that grade would determine whether I reached my goal of highest honors or not. I spent the past four years working towards it, but somehow none of that mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was him.
My mind wanted him. My body wanted him. Whatever the consequences were, I would deal with them. As I looked into his light blue eyes, I knew he would make me feel like a woman. I wanted that more than anything.
“I want you too,” I said.
As his lips met mine again, I heard the click of the door being locked. He then picked me up and carried me to his desk. With a quick swipe of his arm he cleared his desk, showing me that the only thing that mattered at that moment was me.
He lifted me onto the desk, laying me down as he pinned my arms up above my head with one of his hands. His hungry kisses moved down my neck to my chest. Even through my shirt, I felt his touch, teasing me through my bra which I had suddenly regretted wearing.
With one hand still holding my hands, he undid the buttons of my blouse with the other. Seeing the smile on his face, I realized that he too had been fantasizing about me all this time. How long had he wanted me like this?
He peeled my shirt off me and softly stroked my skin, giving me goosebumps. As I struggled to kick my shoes off, his lips found mine again.
I still couldn’t believe what was happening between me and Professor Matthews. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and then opened them again to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
He pulled his lips from mine and released my hands as his face filled with regret.
“I’m sorry if I’m rushing things,” Professor Matthews said breathless from our kissing. “I just can’t control myself anymore. I have to have you. I need to see you. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
I smiled as I sat up and reached behind to unhook my bra. As I let the straps slide off my shoulders, I felt the heat rise on my skin. I had never let a man see me before. What was I doing? Not once in my life had I thought I would lose my virginity in a classroom.
Professor Matthews noticed my hesitation. Gently, he cupped my face and kissed my forehead.
“It’s too fast, isn’t it?” he asked as he looked into my eyes.
I shook my head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that…” I paused as I gathered up my courage. How could I tell my dream guy that I was a virgin? How could I tell my professor that not only was he going to fuck his student, but he was also going to take her virginity? What if I told him and he never wanted to see me again?
“Was is it, Sarah? You can tell me anything.”
He reached over to grab my shirt and held it out for me. I didn’t take it. With a deep breath I let my bra drop, but I instinctively still covered my breasts. This was what I wanted. He was what I wanted. Not everything needed to be perfect.
Professor Matthews smiled as he slipped his fingers into one of my hands. His eyes never left mine and even though his fingers were now against the soft flesh of my breasts, he didn’t push or pressure me.
“You are beautiful. Perfect. The woman I always dreamed of. You’re brilliant and gorgeous. You are everything, Sarah.” He paused and I saw his brow wrinkle momentarily before his eyes widened. “And you’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
My eyes widened. “Is it that obvious?” I asked.
“No, I just put two and two together. After you fell asleep this morning, your friend blamed herself for what happened to you. She said she pushed you to take a break and go to your first college party. Between that and how shy you got just now…well, I guess it was obvious.”
“I’ve been so busy with classes that I didn’t have time to date,” I said, feeling embarrassed. “It’s okay if you want to leave. I know it’s bad enough I’m a student.”
“I don’t want to leave. Right now you aren’t a student, Sarah. You’re a woman and I’m a man. Don’t you understand how much I want you? I don’t give a fuck if you’re a virgin. I’m going to make you scream my name by the time we’re done.”
He pulled my arms down from my chest, leaving me exposed. His large hands cupped my breasts, the feeling was so much more intense than before when the fabric of my clothes were in the way. The tips of his fingers circled my nipples, sending pleasure through my body.
“I’ve imagined fucking you on this desk so many times,” he said.
He pinched my nipple, sending a shock through my body. I gasped softly from the painful pleasure. As he lowered his head, I held my breath in anticipation.
My body responded to his touch, making my body pulse. As his mouth closed over my nipple and he began sucking, a ripple shot through my body.
As he moved from one nipple to the other, I let my hands move over his chest. I unbuttoned his shirt and he quickly pulled it off, letting it drop to the floor.
Professor Matthews had a perfect chest. It was a little hairy, but just the right amount and muscular with toned abs. He couldn’t keep his hands off me and I felt the same way. Every second he wasn’t kissing or fondling me seemed to take a lot of effort on his part.
He ran his hand down my neck, over my chest, and past my abdomen. My body was becoming more and more alive by his touch. I trembled nervously as he came down to my skirt as he reached another place I had never shared with a man before.
Professor Matthews’s hand lifted my skirt and revealed my panties.
“White cotton panties,” he said, “You know these have to go.”
I laughed nervously.
He placed a hand over my mound and gently rubbed me through the fabric.
“You’re so fucking wet. It’s the classroom, isn’t it?” He raised his brows playfully. “You have no idea how many times I thought about eating you out while you sat there taking notes.”
“But Professor, you shouldn’t say things like that to me,” I said, grinning. “I’m your student.”
“A student who is wet from the idea of having her professor fuck her on his desk.”
“I could say the same about you. I never noticed this during your lectures,” I said, letting my hand slide over the thick bulge in his pants.
Professor Matthews’ face suddenly got serious.
“Are you sure you want your professor to be your first?” he asked.
Without hesitation, I found myself nodding. I didn’t need to think about it. As smart as I was, I was still a woman. And I couldn’t deny how incredibly turned on I was.
“Then let me teach you a whole new lesson,” he said.
All I could do was nod in agreement. His fingers began rubbing me through the cotton of my panties, teasing me and pushing the soaked fabric against me. The tips of his fingers stayed firmly on my clit, tickling it and shocking me with how good it felt.
I moaned as he continued to touch me, making me want him even more. I wasn’t in control of myself anymore, my desire for him was. My hands shot down to my panties to push them down and out of the way, hoping to experience even more of my teacher. I wanted to feel all of him and what he could do to me. I wanted to feel it now.
Anxiety inside of me kept rushing back, as I was now completely bare. Other than my hiked up skirt, I was naked in front of a man for the first time in my life. I always imagined this differently. I thought I would have the cover of darkness and blankets to shield my insecurities from my first lover’s eyes, but I had none of that. Professor Matthews made me feel so beautiful I didn’t care about my soft belly or how thick my thighs were.
“Everything about you is perfect,” he whispered as his hands followed the curve of my hips. “I want to savor every inch of you.”
He didn’t wait before laying another powerful kiss on me. My mind rushed more than ever. This was really happening. My professor, my teacher, the man who I lusted after even as I thought he hated me, was going to take my virginity.
As his hand slid up between my legs, I realized he was going to take his time. His fingers tickled my labia, circling it in a pattern as he zeroed in on my clit, pressing himself against my wetness. My breath hitched as his fingers slid inside, teasing me.
Little waves emanated out of his touch as his lips left mine and started his journey down my body. His fingers steadily fucked me as his tongue flicked against my clit.
Professor Matthews shot a glimpse up at me, our eyes meeting, before he sucked my clit again. A sudden spike of pleasure bolted through my body, making me gasp. He didn’t stop. He knew exactly what he was doing to me as he sucked and licked my clit. It was much more intense than I ever could have imagined.
All I could do was let the rising heat inside me take over as my professor ate me. Just when my body got used to what he was doing, he surprised me. His tongue flicked my clit before rubbing it, keeping me burning for him.
I ran my hand through his thick hair, encouraging him to keep going. The way Professor Matthews took control was the result of years of practice and experience. I was lucky and appreciative he was sharing those skills with me. My first time with anyone else wouldn’t have been as good.