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My Professor's Desire, by Mitchell Knight 1/2 (mf)
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This is a story of a fairly young (22) man who is a virgin and he
lusts after his older (late 30's) and beautiful professor. There is quite
a bit of story to this and most of this post is the set up. There really
isn't any actual sex to it until Part 2. The majority of Part 2 will be
sex. So, for those of you who like a story to go along with your sex
scenes, this is for you. Oh, and the title to this story might be a bit
misleading if you already think you know what the professor's desire is.
Any comments are welcome.
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My Professor's Desire
By Mitchell Knight
Having attended the university now for four years, I was fairly
well acquainted with most of the faculty in the English department
especially since I was an English major. When registering for classes for
this fall semester I had noticed that Jana Seymour was teaching a course in
Native American literature. I decided to sign up for it since I could use
the exposure to new forms of literature, and I figured that I would enjoy
the class also just because she was teaching it.
When I was a freshman I had taken freshmen English from her, and
had enjoyed it quite a lot. It was the kind of course that could have
easily been very boring, but she ended up making it very interesting by
going outside of the course objective and pulling in new material to teach
from. She wasn't afraid to take risks.
At the time of that class, she was working on her PhD and she
ended up getting it when I was a sophomore. I ran into her after I heard
the good news and was glad that I had the opportunity to congratulate
her. I was surprised and pleased that she actually remembered me. She
was teaching many large sections of freshman English, so I wasn't sure if
she would remember one student. I didn't remember sticking out very much
in her class, but that was just the kind of teacher she was. She really
cared about her students.
So with this background on her, I looked forward to spending the
semester learning from her. I wasn't too much into Native American
culture or anything like that, but I thought that it would still be
interesting to read some of their literature. I was an avid reader
whose tastes weren't very particular.
When I walked into the classroom on the first day, it was with a
great deal of anticipation. It wasa small classroom, and when I arrived
there were already four other people in there. I recognized a couple of
them as being English majors that I knew so I went in and talked to them.
A few more people showed up, rouding out the class to twelve by the time
Jana showed up.
My breath caught as she walked in the door. I knew she was
beautiful, but it was like I was noticing this for the first time. She
was in her mid thirties with long white-blond hair. Her hair hung
straight and loose behind her, falling to mid back. She had sparkling
wide green eyes and a long thin nose set in a heart shaped sculpted face with
high cheekbones and full lips.
She was about five five with small breasts and thin hips. She
didn't wear any makeup, but she wasn't really the type who wore it, so
this didn't surprise me. To my eyes she looked more beautiful because she
didn't wear it. She was wearing a light cotton blouse with Native
American designs on it and Native American beaded earrings.
"Hello class," she exuberantly greeted us, rushing into the room.
Jana always seemed so full of energy. I think that was part of
the reason she was able to keep her students interested in the topic. She
was able to infuse some of that energy into us.
"Well, I see some people in here that I recognize," she said,
scanning the room with a bright smile on her gorgeous face.
"Hi, Trevor," she said, calling out my name. "I'm glad to see
you're taking this class."
"I'm glad to be taking the course," I answered.
"Good," she answered.
"And Sarah, you're in here too," she continued, addressing the
woman a couple seats over from me.
"Hi, Jana," Sarah answered.
"It's good to see so many people interested in Native American
literature," Jana began. "I hope you're all looking forward to an
insightful semester, because that's what I'm going to give you. First
things first though."
Here she stopped and handed out the syllabus. "My name is Dr.
Jana Seymour. I would like it if you would use my title as often as
possible, because I worked very hard for it," she said in a light,
humorous tone.
There were some chuckles in response.
"But it's not necessary. You may call me Jana if you like. I'm
comfortable with that. It helps me think that I'm your age and not as old
as I am."
There were some more chuckles.
After her introduction she moved on to explain the course and what
we would be studying that year. The hour passed too quickly and soon I
had to leave her, but the time was well spent.
I'm kind of an average type of guy. I'm 5'11", about 150 with
dark brown hair. I have blue eyes and fairly average looks. I'm not a
gorgeous hunk, but I'm not ugly either. Girls tell me that it's my smile
that attracts them to me the most. It's been described as anywhere
between cute to sexy. I'm not quite sure what it is, but all I have to do
is smile a certain way and I can usually get a girl to at least come over
and talk to me when it's aimed at her.
Growing up in the Midwest, and now going to a university in the
Midwest, I have what might be considered old fashioned ideas about things,
but they work for me. As far as dating and sex goes, I am a gentleman.
While this has kept me a virgin at 22, it has also gained me the respect
of many girls I've dated who don't believe in rushing into anything. I'm
with them. I don't plan on having sex until I meet that one special lady
that will make it all worthwhile.
Like Jana Seymour. I know, I can't believe I'm having thoughts
about my professor, but I am. She's exactly what I'm looking for. She's
extremely intelligent, good-looking, outgoing, vibrant, and I'm attracted
to her. The only problem is that she's about 15 years older than me and
my professor. I suppose though that if she were any younger some of the
qualities that attract me to her would no longer exist. Why can't life
ever be easy?
* * *
"Today we're going to talk about the families of Native Americans.
Can anyone give me an example of how these differ from our own, as our
author talks about them?" Jana asked.
"They don't really have the distincitions between relatives that
we do. Like their uncles and aunts are their fathers and mothers and
their cousins are their brothers and sisters," I answered, always willing
to call attention to myself.
"Right," she said. "Is this different than most of your families?
Denise, why don't we start with you? Tell us about your family. Who
raised you, and did you ever call your aunts and uncles Mom and Dad?"
"My mother raised me, and I didn't really have too many other
relatives, or at least any that I knew about," she answered.
"Okay," Jana said. "How about you, Alyssa?"
We went around the room and talked about our family. Then Jana
started to go on and talk more about the general differences in philosophy
about family when Sarah interrupted her.
"What about your family?" she asked.
"Oh, I suppose that's only fair," Jana realized out loud.
She ran her hands through her long, silky hair as she leaned
against the desk. She cast her eyes to the ceiling as she composed
herself for the answer.
"Actually, I was kind of raised in the Indian way. My
grandparents raised me for most of my childhood, but that was only because
my parents were kind of wild," she said, chuckling a little at the end.
"So I feel like their wisdom has kind of shaped me."
"How are you going to raise your children?" Sarah pressed.
Jana chuckled. "First I've got to find myself a man. I am
working on that now though. I'm dating someone, and I'm trying to get him
to propose. My biological clock is ticking, and I want to settle down NOW
and have children."
We laughed a little at this.
"Would you let your parents raise your children?" Devon asked.
"Unfortunately I don't have a choice in the matter. Both my
parents are dead. I feel sorry about that too because when I have a child
I would have liked for them to learn from the wisdom of my parents. Does
anyone in here have children?"
"I do," Bridget said.
"Oh, aren't they wonderful?" Jana asked, becoming very expressive.
Bridget nodded and smiled that knowing smile.
"I can't wait until I have some," Jana said. She seemed to
disappear into her own private fantasy world for a while before she
returned to class. "But enough about that. Let's get back to the book.
On page 128 there's a passage about...
* * *
A couple weeks later I was scheduled to have a conference with
Jana about a research assignment I was writing for the class on the Native
American Ghost Dance. I was supposed to meet her in the student union
lounge and bring my first draft for her to look over. She liked to meet
in informal settings because she felt it helped to have a new environment
to meet in that wasn't a stuffy office or a cramped classroom. She liked
the change of pace.
It was early in the morning, about 9:00, and I was her first
conference of the day. I didn't mind getting up early since I had class
at 10:00 anyways. It gave me a chance to have Jana fresh before she'd
tired herself out with several conferences.
She was sitting across the lounge from where I entered. She waved
at me when she saw me and I headed over to her booth. When I got closer I
noticed dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. She attempted a weak smile
when I sat down across from her.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"I didn't get much sleep last night," she answered and then took a
sip from her coffee.
"Why?" I asked.
"I broke up with my boyfriend," she replied.
"Oh, that's too bad. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
Like I said, I'm the total gentleman. I was concerned about her well
being and willing to soothe her troubles if I could.
"We just weren't compatible. I brought up kids last night, and
found out he didn't want them, and I realized then and there that this was
not the man for me. It's time for me to find a guy who wants a family
before it's too late for me," she answered.
I reached across the table and lightly placed my hand over hers.
"I'm sure you'll find him," I assured her.
"Thank you, Trevor. We better take a look at that essay of
yours," she said.
I reluctantly removed my hand in order to pull out the paper from
my backpack and hand it over to her.
Later on in the day I bumped into Sarah from my Native American
literature course. I told her what had happened to Jana.
"Oh no, that's terrible. How is she?" Sarah asked.
"Not good. She looked really bad, and she said she didn't get any
sleep last night," I answered.
"We should do something for her," Sarah suggested.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Let's get a couple others from class and go over to her place
tonight to cheer her up. We'll have a little party for her," Sarah answered.
"Do you know where she lives?" I asked.
"Oh, sure. I've been over there a couple of times. She sometimes
has little get togethers to talk about poetry and literature at her
apartment."
"Okay, that sounds like a great idea. I'll try and get a hold of
some people," I said.
"I'll do the same. Why don't I give you a call about six and we
can set it all up."
"Fine by me."
I gave her my phone number and then went on my way. I managed to
track down another student who said she was interested in going. When I
talked to Sarah later on that day she said she would be bringing a couple
people and we would all get together beforehand at her place to buy some
things for the party.
We took Jana completely by surprise when we arrived with the food
and drink. She had been correcting some frehman English papers and said
she could really use the break.
I was glad to see Jana having a good time. We talked about
literature and politics, and I found that I was having a really good time
too. Eventually Sarah brought up the topic of Jana's break up and she and
the other girls brought up the subject of Jana's sex life with this guy.
"He wasn't really all that good in bed," Jana admitted to them.
"See, then you're not missing much," Sarah said.
"But he was a nice guy," Jana said.
"Nice? Who needs nice. You really need a good lay," Bridget
assured her.
The girls all chuckled about this, and then Jana turned the tables
on them, asking about their sex lives. As they all started to reveal the
dirty details of their bedroom, and some wasn't even in the bedroom,
behavior, I knew I didn't like where this conversation was going. Sure
enough, they soon turned to me and were asking about my sex life.
Even though I'm comfortable with being a virgin, and I've chosen
to be that way for specific reasons, it's still difficult for me to tell
people I am since apparently it's so uncommon in my age group.
"I'm a virgin," I said, trying to say it as nonchalantly as
possible, so nobody would make fun of me.
It worked. I could see that they were all kind of shocked, but
none of them laughed or made any rude comments. I knew I was among real
friends here who wouldn't judge me.
"That's very admirable of you, Trevor," Jana said. "Are you
waiting for that special woman?"
"Yes, I am," I answered.
She nodded respectfully.
* * *
About a week later I was invited to one of those get togethers
Sarah had told me about over at Jana's apartment. There were only five
people there and it was a night of intriguing discussion. Jana was
looking especially beautiful in a tight blue blouse and tight cutoffs that
hugged her firm little ass.
I offered to stay late and help her clean up. We worked side by
side in the kitchen washing the dishes, and at one point as I was reaching
over to take another mug to wipe, she moved towards me also as she placed
a dish on the counter. We turned and looked at one another, our noses
within about an inch of the other.
"You know, Trevor. You're a very handsome man. If I were a few
years younger, I think I would go for you," she told me, her warm breath,
smelling of sweet coffee, brushing across my face as she spoke.
I leaned forward and closed that inch space. My desire took over
my reason and I kissed those full, soft lips. She didn't move away and I
increased the pressure on her lips.
She opened her mouth and I responded in kind. My tongue slithered
forward slowly and entered her mouth. There I tasted of the coffee she'd
been drinking that night. She moved her tongue into my mouth and they
danced in our mouths.
With my empty hand, I placed a hand on her neck and lightly
stroked her there. She moaned into my mouth, so I grew even bolder. My
hand slipped slowly down the front of her blouse to her left breast. I
cupped it in my hand through the tight cloth, feeling her bra and the
flesh underneath.
Suddenly she pushed me away and stepped back. "Wait a minute,"
she gasped, out of breath.
"I'm sorry," I replied immediately. I knew I had stepped out of
line and now that I'd lost contact with her trim, sexy body I was
recovering my rationality. "I shouldn't have done that."
"No, it's my fault," she said.
"No, it's mine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Maybe I
should go."
"That's a good idea," she answered.
I dropped the dish towel and left the room and then the apartment
without another word to her. I was so embarrased by what had happened, I
didn't know what else I could say then.
End Part 1
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