As The Professor Speaks

"Hmm...what else?"

There was a slight pause from the college student. What else!? She mentally weighed her options, deciding how much to reveal, and how to delicately phrase things so it wouldn't sound gratuitous.

"Normal things," Erin responded. "Like kissing, rubbing each other's bodies parts with our hands, and doing things with our mouths. Then of course, there's things like context and where it takes places. Little details, like rolling around in the sheets and things of that sort."

Professor Bell nodded her approval. "I like it. You've already got the story set up. Now you're thinking like a romance writer with your erotic scenes."

The look of approval and words of satisfaction from the professor were enough to make Erin beam with pride. But she held it in because she didn't want to look like a dork.

"Thanks."

"I can offer more tips if you'd like."

Erin leaned in. "Oh yes, anything."

"This is just my opinion, but I've always felt that it's the littlest details that make an erotic scene feel erotic."

"Good point. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, take me for instance," Professor Bell said. "I love the sound of a person's voice. There's a lot of eroticism and romance there. You can hear the longings and desires through a person's voice. And when the person is up close, towards your ear, and you can feel the vibrations of voice, and the tone, there's nothing hotter."

Erin couldn't help but clench a little and press her legs together. There was a particular look in the professor's eyes, and even a slight smile on her lips too. And the professor's voice, the way she said that, there was something there. Erin knew it, but what was it?

She could tell that the professor was getting a real kick out of this, both personally and educationally. Erin felt the same way.

"I see exactly what you mean," Erin agreed.

"Do you? Does a woman your age know anything about passion?"

Erin gulped, questioning herself in the process. "I think so."

"I don't fully believe you," the professor said playfully.

Was this a game or something else? Erin wondered. This all felt so foreign and strange. Whatever it was, Erin liked it. She liked seeing this typically stern woman reveal her true nature as a normal -- actually lovable -- person.

Erin felt a tingling between her legs and she wondered if the professor could somehow tell.

"I'm always willing to prove myself," Erin said proudly. "I always do."

"Lean forward. Bring your ear close to my lips."

Both of them leaned in. Erin turned her head and brought her ear to the professor, in full anticipation as to whatever may come next.

The professor brought her lips close to Erin's ear. Erin could feel the professor breathing against her skin. It felt nice. Far too nice.

"This is what passion is," the professor whispered in a low tone which sent pleasant vibrational waves.

Those waves made the hair on the back of Erin's neck stand. Her pussy clenched and moistened by that oh-so-seductive voice.

Professor Bell continued whispering, "Both of us in my office. A place of academics. Talking about your sexual past with another student. How forbidden of us. But we like it, don't we? I know I do. And I can smell the scent between your legs."

The professor leaned back and sat upright once again. Erin took the cue and did the same, noticing that the professor was all smiles, looking playful and gorgeous in her mature way.

Wait, what? Could the professor really smell the scent between Erin's legs? Or was that purely an example which happened to be true?

What was this? Was the professor coming on to her? If so, Erin was certainly ready for anything. Erin came to this office for academic and professional support, but she willed her body to be ready for action, should the need arise.

"What did you think?" the professor asked, still smiling.

How on earth was Erin supposed to answer that? She wondered. Was this a seduction or a legitimate question?

"I thought it was nice," Erin finally said, bringing the exchange to an anti-climactic end.

"It's those sorts of details which give a story that extra punch, which makes a good story become great. That's thinking like a writer, or an editor."

Erin nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Your advice is invaluable. I wish I could be half the writer you are."

"You're talented already. You just need to hone your skills."

"Thank you."

"I think we're done for the morning," the professor said. "Rework your draft and send it to me when you're done. I'll send you back more notes."

Just an email? Erin wondered. They've already come this far, might as well go all the way. Plus she didn't want to end her secret thrill of being the professor's favorite student. At least that's how she viewed herself now: the teacher's pet. Only she was now wishing she could be more, to take things further with this mature beauty.

Could such a thing even be possible?

"So are we meeting again?" Erin asked. "Or just email?"

"Which do you prefer?"

"Anything is fine, I know you're busy. Personally, I'd like to meet again. This one-on-one interaction is so helpful to me."

"I'm glad," the professor replied. "I like as well. It's not everyday that I meet a student like you."

A student like me? Erin wondered if there were any secret undertones to that. Hopefully...

***

The next few days were filled with analyzing erotic stories online, periodic writing, and lots of masturbation.

She wondered how far things would be pushed, as the line between teacher and student was gradually being blurred- and that made Erin excited.

In between her writings, she played with herself underneath the blanket in her dorm room. All sorts of scenarios were in her mind. All of them leading to sex acts with her professor. Ah, the erotic fantasy. The things they'd do in the office. That private space where the professor does her work and conducts her meetings with students. Or maybe even in the classroom before anyone else was there. All the possibilities.

For each thought, Erin would rub her clitoris fast, or maybe slowly, or sometimes plunge two fingers inside of her pussy. Whatever she was in the mood for.

Each time, she came.

As she continued working on her erotic short story, she questioned herself, wondering if she was putting too many naughty bits, knowing the professor would be reading this. But then again, this seemed like what the professor wanted. It seemed as though the professor wanted her to push the envelope and drift into full blown erotica. Erin never lost sight though. She focused on the romance of it all, but made sure to add enough spice to keep the professor, and the people at the publishing office happy.

When she finally felt she was done, she composed the following email:

Dear Professor Bell,

Once again, I'm glad to be able to collaborate with you like this. It's a wonderful learning experience.

Attached is a copy of my latest draft. Let me know if it needs any improvements.

See you at our next appointment.

Erin

The email was sent and she wondered how the professor would react to the explicit parts of the story. She went into some detail about her real life sexual practices with another coed, and that was sort of scary, knowing that a person she deeply respected would be reading this.

She wondered if the professor would secretly masturbate to her short story. What a thought. A crazy thought. Someone like Professor Bell? A gorgeous, intelligent woman. Playing with herself?

Of course she might, Erin thought. Everyone touches themselves. But would the professor touch herself because of Erin's work? The million dollar question. Erin secretly wished she could go back and revise her story to make it dirtier. To leave no doubt that the professor would cum from reading it. But that was just a thought. No way she'd ever send something that explicit to a woman of that stature.

If not, there'd be other opportunities to make that orgasm happen, hopefully...

***

When their next early morning meeting arrived, Erin had definitely noticed a pattern emerge.

That pattern was, every time they met, Professor Bell would dress extra casually, fixing her hair a little nicer, and put a little more emphasis onto her appearance. This time, the professor wore a long red dress with white lined patterns on it. Buttons on top. Dress shoes on her feet. It was like something an elementary school teacher would wear.

How pretty. How very attractive.

Erin found herself doing the same thing. Dressing nicely and placing emphasis on her hair.

They did their usual small talk. A quick conversation breezed by and they felt like friends more than anything else.

Then it was time for work.

"I really enjoyed it," the professor said in her business-like tone. "I think you have a winning product here. I'd love to send this over to my friends to see if they'd give you a job."

Erin smiled broadly. "Great! I'm so glad to hear it."

"I can't promise you'll become an editor there. Remember, it's only a reference. There are tons of other people applying for the same position. Hopefully this would give you an advantage. It really demonstrates your expertise in romance, and maybe even a little erotica as well."

There was a slight innuendo in the professor's voice, and a hint of playfulness too.

Erin blushed, "Did I go overboard with that aspect? Sorry. I tried following your tips, and the result was a lot of eroticism."

"More like softcore porn," the professor smiled.

"Oh..."

Erin felt herself clenching badly. She felt mortified that she had written such things and showed them to her professor. But the professor seemed to like it, and that made things worth it.

"The romance genre is becoming a broad field," Professor Bell said. "It includes a lot of things. Some focus on love. Or it could focus on passion. Your work just so happens to focus on passion. Don't be embarrassed by that. Embrace your work. Those are your most intimate thoughts and you laid it all out there. Be proud of yourself for what you've created."

Erin nodded. "You know, I needed to hear that."

"Why?"

"Because it just seems so weird. You know, pushing my boundaries as to how much I'm willing to share with you. Knowing that you and others will read it."

"Other people will think you've made it up."

"But you know I actually did those things," Erin replied.

"Do you think I'm going to judge you for experimenting with another woman?"

"Yes," Erin reluctantly answered. "Actually, no. Well, I'm not sure. Are you?"

"Heavens no. You're young, smart, talented, and beautiful. You can have anyone you want. So why not explore?"

Oh, how it felt so good to hear that. Finally, Erin thought, a real connection was being established here in which she would never be judged. Who would have thought? In the professor's office of all places. If anyone ever calls Professor Bell a bitch again, they'll have to answer to me now. Erin thought playfully.

"Can I be honest?" Erin asked rhetorically.

"Please."

"This assignment and our last discussion has been a wonderful experience. I felt like I was able to really delve deep and express myself, and remember those memories I've had. Now it's like, I'll never forget that experience. I have it all documented in the form of this story."

"The benefits of being a writer," the professor stated. "Do you plan on making this story into a romance novel? You have a knack for it."

"Maybe someday, hopefully. I don't know if I'm ready to commit myself to a full length novel just yet. Someday, if I ever find the time."

"You should try when your job situation is settled. It'll be a great experience for yourself, and for your potential readers."

"How daunting," Erin smiled.

"It definitely is. But satisfying. Connecting with readers, making them feel things, powerful emotions, is worth the effort."

"Oh, yes."

Erin's hands clasped and her back straightened. She pressed her lips together so incriminating words wouldn't slip out.

"What is it?" the professor asked, sensing the student's tenseness. "It looks like you have something on your mind."

As a teaching professional at a large university, Bell had worked with thousands of students. She may not have learned all of their names, but she learned to read body language well enough. And she knew something was up.

"It's nothing. I appreciate all the help."

"Tell me," the professor pried. "It's just us in here. I am your confidant."

"Trust me, it's totally inappropriate."

The professor's eyes widened. "Now you've piqued my interest. I have to know. And you have to tell me."

"Or else what?" Erin mockingly challenged.

"You'll fail the class. Now say what's on your mind."

Erin took a deep breath. "It's stupid, really. But when you said those things about affecting readers, I wondered how this story affected you, if at all. I mean, nevermind..."

"You're asking if I was aroused?" the professor said with a half-grin.

"Well, I mean...ugh...I shouldn't have said anything. Sorry."

"Or are you asking if I masturbated?"

Erin sighed and gave a half-shrug. "That's basically what I was wondering. Since that's what readers normally do with erotica, right? So that sort of crossed my mind when I sent the email. Stupid question, sorry."

"Between us, completely off the record, of course I did."

Erin was shocked. "Really?"

"I'm a human being, just like you. A red blooded American woman. You think I don't play with myself?"

"Well, everyone does. But it's surprising though, imagining you like that."

"You imagined me masturbating?" the professor asked with an eyebrow raised.

Erin turned beet red. "Oh goodness."

"Don't be shy about it," the professor said. "It's rather simple to imagine. I read your assignment on my tablet, laying on my living room couch. I live alone, so privacy isn't an issue. As I was reading it, my hand drifted below. I came."

"Yikes," Erin said with wide eyes.

"Yikes in a good way?"

Erin swiftly nodded. "Oh yes. I mean, it's a good thing. Wonderful, in fact. I'm glad to have been able to give you those feelings."

"Have you been pleasuring yourself during this process?"

Erin nodded shyly. "Sure."

"What did you think about?"

"You don't want to know. Trust me."

"When will you learn to trust me?" the professor asked. "I'm interested. Tell me."

"I thought about different things," Erin gulped.

"Like?"

There was a genuine, lustful curiosity in the professor's voice, and a hungry look in her eyes.

A wave of courage flowed through Erin as a result. How far could she push things? How far was she willing to go? There was only one way to find out.

"I thought about my past experience," Erin said after a deep breath and a moment of hesitation. "I also thought about this. Our meetings here."

"So you've thought about me? In your masturbation fantasies?"

"Yes."

"I've thought about you too," Professor Bell casually stated. "When I read your story, I imagined you doing all those things with another girl. I loved all your thoughtful descriptions of oral sex with another woman; kissing, nibbling, and sucking at different body parts."

Erin felt swept away. "Oh..."

"Now what exactly did you think about me? What was I doing in your little masturbation fantasy? And what were you doing to me?

Erin gulped loudly. "To be completely honest, I've thought about us, you know, here in the office, doing things. Maybe we'd masturbate together, or kiss. Then in the classroom when no one else is there. We'd perform, you know, oral sex on each other, taking turns."

The professor took a long breath and her lips briefly pursed. Her powerful demeanor was slightly diminished as she broke character and slightly squirmed in her seat.

"Sounds enticing, your fantasy."

With the professor now dazed and in a heightened state of arousal, Erin wondered if she should take the chance of a lifetime. This could be disastrous for both of them. But she wanted this with all her heart.

"Do you want me to show you?" Erin asked with nervous hesitation.

Professor Bell forced these lustful emotions away and her strict classroom demeanor had returned. She sat upright and held her chin high.

"Erin, I like you a lot," the professor said coldly. "I shouldn't admit this, but you're probably my favorite student. And this has been titillating to say the least. But I'm your professor, and I could lose my job if we kept this going."

What a punch in the gut. Erin could swear that she was deflating at this very moment. Her jaw dropped a little too, then she clenched her teeth together for a moment of anger.

"So what was all this? A game to you?"

The professor shook her head. "I never play games with students. In fact, I've never even had a sexual discussion like this with a student before. I genuinely care about helping you."

"Was all that stuff about masturbating to my story even true?" Erin had to ask.

"Are you doubting me?"

The professor casually hiked up her skirt to reveal those soft voluptuous thighs. Her white panties were exposed, which she pulled to the side to reveal her delicious looking pussy. The outer labia was brown and thick. The inside was pink and dripping with vaginal fluids and arousal.

It looked delicious enough to make Erin's mouth water, then the professor covered herself and pulled her dress down.

"Now you know," the professor said, fixing her dress. "We can't go any further. It would be totally inappropriate."

Erin took a deep breath. "I can show you mine. Please? I swear I'll never tell anyone."

"Erin, I wish I could, but no..."

"If you really mean it, then come here and stop me."

In an act of defiance against the professor's words, Erin looked the teacher in the eyes and lifted a side of her shirt, to reveal a white bra, which covered her small breasts. As she had suspected, the professor seemed powerless at this point, which was a fun role-reversal. In fact, the professor just stared with lust, occasionally glancing at the small window opening of her door.

Then Erin pulled the front side of her left bra down, exposing her delicate pink nipple, which was hard at this point. It was enough to make the professor bite her lower lip.

Erin pinched her nipple and rubbed it. "You're not stopping me."

"If someone knocks on my door, or peeks through the small window, cover yourself immediately."

"Of course."

"Show me how you masturbate," the professor said. "Do it discreetly. Undo the top of your pants and slide your right hand underneath your panties. So if someone came here, you could easily cover yourself."

Erin flashed a nervous smile. "Yes, professor."

And she did as she was told. She fixed her bra, covering her small tit, and pulled her tshirt down. Then she went to work on undoing her pants, opening it just enough so that her right hand could slip below to her bare pussy.

A long breath escaped Erin's lips as she touched herself, looking the professor straight in the eyes. She rubbed herself with an intense passion, yet she was careful not to exert herself too much, since after all, anyone in the hallway could simply peek inside through that small window.

Good thing it was still early in the morning.

"Are you going to cum?" the professor asked.

Erin continued rubbing. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes, I want to see it. I want you to think about your short story. Imagine turning it into a novel, and it becomes a hot selling romance novel. People will read it and praise you, not knowing that it's a true story. How sexy would that be, Erin? People knowing your intimate secret, but we both know it's a reality."

Erin gasped as she rubbed herself faster.

The professor continued, "That's what I love about you. You're so unbelievably smart and talented. Yet you have this passionate side that you're showing me. Now show me all the way. Show me how passionate you are inside. Cum."