Confession Session: Teacher's Pet

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.” 

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. 

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”

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. 

We had one more encounter after our first that granted us an entire night. After our last meeting we went our separate ways. No calls, no emails, no contact. Every now and then she’ll cross my mind. If I wanted to replay that day again I know I most certainly could…

"Teach U a Lesson" by Robin Thicke