Meet me Later

I looked around confused, as I walked down the hall towards room 305. There were students on either side, watching their phones or with their nose in a book. I slid my phone out of my pocket to check the time. 2:20. I guess this is what people do while they wait for the next class to get out. Not that I would know, I've never been early to a class.

I didn't want to be called out in front of the class again, but at the same time, I wanted every minute in his presence as I could get. I couldn't get him out of my head. I sat down across from the door while I waited for the current class to end. I opened my phone and pretended to do something, so I wouldn't look odd staring off as I daydreamed. Every second that went by since that Thursday afternoon was all him. I thought of him, I dreamt of him, I wanted him. The thoughts of him filled my mind all weekend. I only had this class twice a week. Twice a week I get to satisfy my eyes, but I needed more. My pussy ached for satisfaction too.

I kept thinking about my lips on his. His eyes on me. His cock. Oh how badly I wanted to feel his cock slide inside of me. Bouncing up and down on his shaft as I cover it in my juices.

I shifted my legs as I felt the moisture building in my panties. I normally went without them, but I needed an extra layer to protect me from leaking into whatever chair I chose today. Although I'm sure my leggings weren't going to do much to shield the unsuspecting chair either. I decided to dress a bit skimpy today. I wanted to see if I could catch his attention. The leggings of course I knew would show off my ass enough. I worked hard to build my bubble butt the last few years. I knew what I had. And my shirt, a low cut tank top. It was still warm out, so wearing a tank top wasn't out of the ordinary. And of course, the AC was blasting in the building enough for my nipples to make themselves known under my top. I should've brought a sweatshirt. But should I have? After all, I chose not to wear a bra for a reason.

I finally snuck out of my thoughts and read 2:29 on my phone. The current class should be making its way out soon. I stood up and slipped my phone back in my pocket. The doorknob clicked, and students shuffled out of the room one by one. Judging by their faces, todays lesson was not an entertaining one. It didn't matter though, as I knew I wasn't going to be focusing on the lesson regardless.

My class flooded through the door into the classroom, and there was a look of surprise on Professor Cameron's face when he saw me walk through the door. I smirked in amusement as I found a seat in the front row again. I sat down and dug through my bag for my books and pen. As I sat up, my eyes met his, only to see his glancing down at my chest. He quickly looked away when he realized I had noticed. He looked embarrassed, and I shrugged, proud that I managed to get the attention I wanted from him.

As the last couple of people trickled into the room a few minutes after start time, the Professor walked to the back of the room, and I heard a faint click as he turned the lock on the door. I sure am glad I wasn't late today. Staring through a window isn't nearly as fulfilling as being able to steal glances while his sultry voice filled the air. Being able to smell his woodsy cologne as he paced back and forth while he talked. Finally, he was back in front of me, and the thoughts that ran through my mind were suddenly in 4D.

He talked about the textbook, read the information that introduced the chapter we were getting into, and talked about the homework. As he droned on, my mind wandered to what it would be like to have him alone in this room. Would he bend me over his desk? Slam me against the chalkboard? What would happen if the next class over heard us? Short scenarios ran through my head until I found the perfect one to occupy me through todays lesson.

I pictured us, after everyone left. Staring into each other's eyes up at the front of the room. There was only a small window on the door, and a thin line of windows at the top of the room, so it wouldn't be difficult to hide from the rest of the university. I thought about him wrapping his hand around my throat and pushing me up against the wall, nibbling against my neck as his other hand found its way inside my panties. He starts to rub my clit, and when realizing there's no way I'd be able to hold in my whimpers, he flips me around to face the wall, migrates his hand from my throat to my mouth, and pulls me back into him to control the squirming. I imagined how his cock would feel pressed up against my ass, and how I would melt in his arms as he rubs my throbbing clit.

I don't think I would last long. His hands were perfect, and I imagined he knew how to use them. I would be putty amongst those fingers. God the sounds that I would make for him. And I can't imagine how wet I would be just standing next to him. Fuck, I was dripping now just sitting ten feet away.

Once again, he cleared his throat, and I came back to my senses realizing that class was over. Thankfully I realized before everyone else had started shuffling out, so I didn't look like a weirdo sitting there while everyone left. I packed up my books and stood up.

"Miss Morgan, can you stay back a second?" I nodded and sat back down while another student went up to ask him a question about the homework. I heard some laughs from the back of the room.

"Damn. First official week and someone's already in trouble."

"Isn't that the girl who was late last week? He's probably warning her not to do it again or she'll get locked out." More giggling rang through the air as they walked out the door.

He finished up with the other student, and went to grab his bag, and followed the other student up the stairs. When he got to the top, he shut off the lights and drew the blinds on the door.

"I'm headed to my office. Walk with me?" I picked up my bag and started up the stairs. Before I got to the top, he had shut and locked the door.

"I thought we were going to your office?" I asked, confused.

"My office is shared with the other two Literature Professors in this building. And I'm sure they wouldn't approve the little outfit you have on. They're pretty conservative. No spaghetti straps and whatnot."

I rolled my eyes. "And what do you think of my 'little outfit'?" I scrunched my fingers in a quotation mark motion. He walked down the stairs to meet me at the front of the room, and stood a mere few inches from me. I looked up to meet his eyes looking down at mine. He had to be a good few inches over six foot. I felt small next to him, and nobody ever made my five-foot-ten ass feel small.

"I think," He swallowed deeply, almost as if he was afraid of what he was going to say next. "You look cold." He nodded his head towards my nipples, which I could feel pitching tents in my top.

I shrugged. "Or horny."

He choked on the breath he was taking, not anticipating that response from me. "Well, you should avoid low cut shirts, if you are going to sit in the front of the room," He said after he composed himself. "It is part of my job to make sure the students are intrigued by the material we are learning. And I can't do that from behind a desk while trying to hide my hard-on the whole class."

I smirked. "I couldn't tell."

"That's because you don't pay attention. Don't think I don't notice you in your own little world while I'm teaching. How do you expect to pass this class?"

I shrugged again. "I've already read through chapter five, and completed the first two essays." His eyes widened.

"You don't get extra credit for turning them in early."

"I wasn't planning to. Just gives me more time to be 'in my own little world'." I mocked him.

His eyes narrowed, and the next thing I knew, his hand was wrapped around my neck, pulling me in closer, until our lips were a couple of inches from one another.

"Watch the attitude, Miss Morgan. I'm not afraid to give you an extra punishment assignment. You can clearly handle it."

I swallowed hard and pushed myself forward the few inches to connect our mouths. We sighed collectively, and he released the grip on my throat to wrap his arms around me, pulling me in closer. When we pulled away, I could see the hunger in his eyes.

"Does that get me extra credit?" I chuckled.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes again. "You are something else." He looked me up and down. "Why bother coming to class if you just do everything on your own?"

"Maybe I'll need help someday." I shrugged. "Or maybe I need reference to fuel my thoughts."

"I'd love to know what goes through that mind of yours since it clearly is more entertaining than my lessons."

"Maybe I could show you sometime then."

"Do you have a car?"

I nodded. "Good." He scribbled on a small piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket. "Here's my address. Meet me there later. After it gets dark. 8pm?"

I pulled out my phone and took a picture of the paper. What an old school way of doing things. I nodded and picked up my bag.

"Thanks, Mr. Cameron." I stared directly in his eyes, knowing I had hit another nerve. He shook his head again.

"You like to break the rules, don't you?"

I shrugged. "Sometimes."

"I suppose we will have to do something about that then." He sighed. "And outside of the classroom, you can call me Max."

"First name basis already? What makes you think I'm going to see you outside of the classroom?"

"I'll see you tonight, Miss Morgan."