It’s so cliché that it’s a popular scene in many movies and porn productions, and off the big screen there are people going to prison for the very act. Student-Teacher love affairs.
I wasn’t looking for this to happen, it sort of just
happened to me, and between us. My mission was to knock out this fifteen week
300 Level Biology course and get on with my life. Having a fling was not a part
of the agenda. But then I saw her.
The first day of class I arrived early and took my
seat in the front of the class as I usually do. I was reading over the syllabus
when I heard the door open and heels gracing the floors. It was her. Dressed in
black pumps, pencil skirt, fitted top and a white lab overcoat. I was
awestruck, I was instantly turned on, I had to have her. She put her stack of
powerpoints on the front desk then looked at the clock, then at me.
“You’re early”
“Always. You’re late if you’re on time, right?”
“I like how you think. This Professor appreciates you already.”
“Always. You’re late if you’re on time, right?”
“I like how you think. This Professor appreciates you already.”
And from the that day the flirtation and sexual
tension between the two of us continued to rise. Three days out of the week we
had our own side conversations before and after class, she always sat next to
me during labs to make sure my experiments came out right, and if she ever
needed something from her office during lecture she’d hand me the keys and ask
me to retrieve it. One day after a DNA lecture I wandered into her office and
asked if I could see an extensive break down of a specific process. She pulled
out a huge book while I sat on the edge of her desk.
“Does your boyfriend know you’re hanging out here
late?” she asks with her hand touching mine
“I don’t date boys.”
“What does your girlfriend think about you being here late?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend, but what does your girlfriend think about you working late?” We could have had sex right then and there. Too bad someone knocked on the door.
“I don’t date boys.”
“What does your girlfriend think about you being here late?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend, but what does your girlfriend think about you working late?” We could have had sex right then and there. Too bad someone knocked on the door.
About two weeks later we had our lab final demo and
our lecture final exam. She posted the individual closing meeting schedule (each
student has to meet with the professor to review lab demo and final grade)
during the final exam. I was scheduled to see her, one on one, the last meeting
slot on the last meeting day. I knew what that meant, I knew what she wanted…because
I wanted the same thing.
The day I was scheduled to meet with her I dressed for
the occasion – skinny jeans, stilettos, plunging v-neck top with my favorite
Fredericks of Hollywood Extreme Cleavage bra (if you don’t own one, I highly
suggest you order two!). I was ready to conquer and be conquered. I arrived to
her office as scheduled. She was sitting at her desk, looking sexier than ever.
I locked the door and sat on her desk, she remained seated in front of me.
“Are you ready for your final review?”
“I’m ready for whatever you want to do”
“I’m ready for whatever you want to do”
We kissed, long, hard, passionately. She grabbed my
hair, I hiked up her skirt. Soon our tryst began to resemble the lyrics from
Jill Scott’s Crown Royal. Both of us fighting for control, trying to keep the
sounds of our love making from reaching the halls. She left me breathless, I
left her wanting more. If only we had more time.
"Teach U a Lesson" by Robin Thicke
