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“Miss Saunders!”

I snapped out of my daydream to Dr. Morrell standing over me and the rest of the class giggling. I blushed and hoped that Dr. Morrell didn’t know I had been thinking of him, again.

“Miss Saunders, I just asked the class what major event started WWII. Would you like to enlighten us?” Dr. Morrell asked.

“Germany invaded Poland,” I answered quickly.

He nodded and walked away droning on about the aftermath of that event. I wasn’t interested. The only thing I was interested in was watching him. That’s the only reason I had taken a history class in college when Psychology was my major. I had seen him on campus and knew that I would take one of his classes, just to have the opportunity to stare at him. I know nothing would ever happen between him and me, but, hey, a girl can dream! Class was over and everyone was packing up to leave when I happened to look over at Dr. Morrell and saw that he was staring at me with a peculiar look in his eyes. I quickly turned back to putting my notebook in my bag and left the classroom. I wonder what that look meant. Probably he was just staring off into space. At least that’s what I told myself.

The next day I ran into him on campus while I was walking to get lunch.

“Hello, Andrea.”

“Hello, Dr. Morrell. How are you?” I replied.

He said, with that same peculiar look in his eyes, “I’m doing great. And, please, call me Richard.”

Well that’s odd, I thought. “Umm, okay.”

“Where are you headed?” he asked.

“I’m off to meet some friends for lunch.” I said, looking everywhere but at him.

“Oh, like a boyfriend?” He had an odd smile on his face.

“No, I don’t have one, just a few of my girlfriends.” I said shyly.

“Well what’s a pretty girl like you doing without a boyfriend?” He asked staring pointedly at me.

Now I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. “I just don’t have one, never have actually.” Why was I telling him this?

“Really? That’s a shame. See you in class tomorrow, Andrea.” He winked and he walked off.

I was thinking of that conversation all through lunch and the next day. I was thinking about it when I walked into history class the next day. I was the first one there, so I sat down and pulled out my psychology textbook and started to bursa escort read. Dr. Morrell, Richard, walked into class and my pulse started racing. I can’t believe it! I’m nervous! It’s just history class, I reminded myself. He saw that I was the only one in class so far and started walking towards me until a few other students came into class and he seemed to think twice about it and went to his desk. Weird, I thought. Oh, well. Class droned on for an hour and at the end of class as everyone was leaving and I was packing up my stuff he came up to me and said that he needed to see me in his office.

“Now?” I asked.

“No, you can make an appointment, but I would like it to be sometime today.” And with that he packed his things and left the classroom. I made an appointment with his secretary for five that evening, wondering the entire time what he could need to talk to me about?

I arrived at his office at 4:55 and he was on the phone. He motioned for me to sit and finished his conversation. He then turned to me and just stared at me for what seemed like hours but was probably only thirty seconds.

Finally he spoke, “Why would a Psychology major take a history class? This university doesn’t have general education requirements. And I can tell that you aren’t very interested in the subject. So, why?”

I squirmed in my seat a little trying to think of an appropriate answer, and that surely wasn’t “because you are super hot and taking this class is the only way I can be close enough to you”. But that’s exactly what came out of my mouth. I sat back in the chair horrified at what had come out of my mouth. He was shocked for a millisecond, but then a slow smile spread across his face (and what a sexy smile it was). That smile made me very nervous and I started to pick up my bag and get up but his voice stopped me.

“Andrea. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I have taught here long enough to know that students think I’m ‘super hot’, as you so eloquently put it. I’ve just never had one come out and actually say it to my face, so please excuse me if I am a bit shocked.”

All I could do was stare at him until I finally said “Is that the only reason you wanted me here? To ask a question that you knew the answer to? I’m leaving.” And I started walking to his door.

“Andrea, bursa escort bayan wait a damn minute!”

That stopped me cold. Why was he angry? I slowly turned around and waited for him to continue.

“Andrea, I knew, or at least hoped, you were going to answer my question like that. I wanted to invite you to dinner Friday.”

Now I know that it’s technically against the university’s rules to date a professor, but I just couldn’t resist saying yes.

“I’ll pick you up at your place at seven,” he said.

The rest of the week I was very distracted as I thought about my date on Friday. My friend, Jenny, noticed I was quieter than usual and asked me if I was ok.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” I answered.

“You seem distracted, that’s all. Are you daydreaming of Dr. Morrell? I’m so jealous you got into his class!” My face turned red. How did she know?!?

“Uh, what? No! Of course not! Haha. I’m just worried about my psych test that I have next.”

“Andrea, you’ll do fine. You studied for three hours last night!”

I daydreamed in my psych class and I’m sure I didn’t do half as well as I could have on my test.

Finally, Friday. I’m so nervous! I couldn’t stop thinking about what to wear and what was going to happen, not to mention why I said yes to a date with my professor in the first place. I got to my house that I share with two of my friends, who were thankfully both gone on dates, at five. With just two hours until Dr. Morrell, I mean Richard, picks me up, I had to hurry up and decide what I wanted to wear. I ended up deciding on a black dress that showed off my cleavage. He arrived right on time dressed in a pair of khaki pants that made his ass look awesome and a red button up shirt that showed off his well defined biceps.

“Wow. You look beautiful,” he told me as he took my arm.

“Thanks. So do you. I mean… you look great… not that you don’t always look great…” I stammered out as we walked to his car. He laughed under his breath.

“So, where are we going?” I asked.

“Well, I thought I would show you how great a cook I am, so we are going to my house. I made Italian,” he replied.

“That sounds nice.” His house!! Now that made me even more nervous. We would be completely alone.

Richard had a escort bursa two bedroom house and you could tell that a man only lived there. But it was nice and clean. The dinner smelled delicious and I told him so.

“Thanks,” he replied, “But I’m sure you will enjoy dessert more.” AHHH!!!

“I can’t wait to see what it is.” Where did that come from? I’ve never been a good flirter, but that just came out. Dinner was good. We talked about our childhoods and what I wanted to do when I was done with school.

We went into the living room after dinner with some wine and sat on the couch. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Ready for dessert?” Oh, yes! He kissed me right below my ear and I sighed. He worked his way to my mouth and when we finally kissed it was amazing. I couldn’t help myself, I knew that this was wrong and that I should be putting up a fight, but it felt sooo good. I kissed him back with fervor. He undid my dress and slipped it down to my waist. I had skipped out on wearing bra. He kissed first one breast then the other, alternating like he didn’t know which one he liked more. I leaned back to give him better access all the while unbuttoning his shirt. He sucked on my nipples and he had me moaning out loud. He slid my dress all the way off and I was left wearing only a black thong. He stopped kissing me and stared.

“You are so beautiful.”

And with that he picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. He laid me on the bed and quickly pulled off his pants and boxers and got on the bed. His cock was huge. He got on top of me and continued kissing me. He trailed kisses from my lips, down my neck, to my breasts, over my belly, and finally to the juncture of my legs. He kissed me through my lace thongs until I thought I would die from the need to feel him directly on me. He took off my thongs and threw them in the floor. I was so wet from the anticipation of what was to come. His hot breath on my pussy was maddening. He parted me and licked me, going from my clit to my hole repeatedly. It was glorious. I felt an orgasm coming and I shuddered and moaned when I came. He immediately impaled me with his beautiful cock. I rocked my hips to the rhythm.

“You’re so tight!” he moaned.

All I could do was moan in return. He flipped me over and did me from behind. His cock felt so good in my pussy and I came a second time. He came just seconds after. We both collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. We fucked two more times before he took me home. I can’t wait for history class on Monday.

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