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It didn’t start as something inherently sexual. It started when Abby saw you the first time. You were sweet, helpful, understanding. You’d go out of your way to help your classmates if they didn’t understand something. Her feelings peaked when you offered your notes to another student with a bright smile, knowing the other student wasn’t able to attend classes because of their familial issues.
You just were a sweetheart by nature and that made Abby notice you even more. You were polite without trying to be a try-hard, you were studious without being a people pleaser. You just tried your best, and never seemed disappointed whenever Abby graded you a little strictly.
All her feelings were held back behind a strong dam of her self preservation as a professor. But it all broke when she stepped outside one day and found you nearby the parking lot, feeding a stray calico cat.
You caught Abby’s shadow by your peripheral vision and instantly lit up, “hi, professor!”
“Hi…”
She just stood there and stared. You continued feeding the little animal, the slight smile never leaving your face. Abby inched towards her car, eyes never leaving the sight in front of her.
It hurt her heart a certain way she couldn’t explain. It made her want to stuff her face into her pillow and daydream all weekend but she knew she needed to get a grip.
You were her student. She was your professor.
Abby knew where the boundaries laid and she would never try to willingly sabotage her career after she worked so hard to build it. She looked up through the windshield. You were still there, crouched down as you played with the cat, rubbing its belly.
Abby couldn’t help smiling faintly at the sight. You were so innocent and untouched by the cruelties of the world. You got up eventually and looked straight at Abby. Abby’s cheeks flushed red like a traffic signal and she quickly started the engine.
You giggled to yourself, not thinking much of it before adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. You walked towards your car, and got inside without ceremony.
That was a close call.
Back at home, Abby couldn’t help feeling a little panicked now that she was sure of her feelings. She had never liked someone so much. She hadn’t even spoken to you outside of the classroom and that’s what was the funny part. She just loved seeing all the candid things you did and it made her want to shower you with affection, and make you smile even more.
It felt a little pathetic as Abby leaned against her bed headboard, scrolling your social media on her laptop, headphones in— listening to love songs she had sworn she’d never listen to ever.
As a career focused woman, Abby had never expected someone to invade her heart like this.
But you did, and now she was here going through your socials.
“She’s so pretty.” Abby murmured to herself.
This was wrong. She was about to hit her forties and you were in your early twenties still only just starting to experience all of life. Abby was your fucking professor for crying out loud but she’d never felt an attraction so pure and genuine.
Everything about this scared her.
Class started becoming more of her trying to avoid looking you in the eye as she focused more on switching PowerPoint slides and teaching. Work suddenly increased in productivity, more because Abby was struggling to let go of her feelings about you.
As if her feelings weren’t torturing her enough, one day you appeared at the door of her classroom after everyone had already departed. You clutched what seemed like an old exam paper in hand, posture steady but nervous.
You stepped closer, just a little.
“Professor? Are you busy?”
Abby looked up, glasses perched at the bride of her nose. She looked genuinely shocked to see you there. She barely ever got students like this.
“O-oh, hey. No, no. I’m not busy.”
“I was wondering if you were free and willing to show me some things I got wrong in my last test?” you held up the paper hopefully.
Abby’s brain stuttered. She nodded to the spot in front of the desk.
“Yeah, of course. Pull up a chair. Let’s go over it.”
“Yeah… thank you.”
Abby watched you as you pulled out a chair from one of the tables and set it in front of hers before sitting down and putting your paper on top of the now shared desk. The red A grade stared back at both of you leaving your professor slightly confused.
“You got an A, how come you’re here asking for more?” she asked, tone light and joking.
“An A isn’t enough, I care about the percentage.”
That made Abby raise a brow. “I see, alright. We can go over it.”
One day turned into two, and two turned into three. You kept coming back, claiming you still had doubts even after Abby had explained the same topic to you just the day before.
Abby didn’t know whether you did it because you were starting to catch feelings for her or if you were simply just insecure about your grades. She never told you to stop though, almost as if it was a guilty pleasure she indulged in.
Every night she would go back home and tell herself that this is the last time she lets you come see her after class in such an “intimate” setting. But every other afternoon she also debated herself on whether it was scandalous or not. It was not “intimate”, it was anything but that. But considering you didn’t know what went on in Abby’s heart, she felt the need to tell you to stop because it was starting to affect her.
So Abby sent in a text.
“Hey, look, I’m sorry I’m doing this over text, but I don’t think I can help you after class anymore. I wish I could say it’s because I have a really full schedule and my day is going to be hectic from now on, but that’s not the truth. I’m just unable to help you right now. If you want, I can refer you to my TA. He can explain things well.”
You replied fast.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is it because the timing is weird? I can come another time if that’s okay. If you want, we could just keep talking about my paper over the phone. I’m sorry, I just really need your help. I don’t get any other teacher like you.”
Abby saw the text but didn’t reply to it.
And that worked something in your brain, because you really didn’t want this arrangement to stop. Sometimes it felt like you were starting to gain feelings for her, with all the hours that you spent over the week, sitting close by her across one desk, talking about grades. Yes, it didn’t sound like an intimate setting if you thought about it. Everything was academic between you both, but even so, given how much you loved getting good grades, it felt… personal.
Next day, after your last class, you didn’t care how many stairs you had to climb to get to Abby’s classroom. You stood there by the door and knocked.
When she looked over, she didn’t look very pleased. In fact, she looked like she’d not slept all night. Suddenly you felt like maybe coming up here wasn’t the best decision, but even so, you needed answers, so you stepped inside anyway.
“I am really sorry I just came in like this, but I just think we can talk it through. Maybe we can work out a routine that works for us both.”
You sounded so timid and nervous Abby wanted to punch herself in the face for it. “Hey, no. You’re alright. It isn’t your fault.”
You stepped closer to her desk, “am I bothering you by coming here every day? I just have been making really good progress since you’ve been helping me out. I know it isn’t something all the faculty do for their students, but I’m really grateful that you do it. You’re— you’re different.”
“Different?” Abby echoed.
“Yeah,” you stared, then quickly added, “different is good.”
“I never thought you saw me that way.”
She smiled slightly.
“But I do,” you smiled back, “and so I don’t want to lose out on all this.”
“All this?”
“Yeah,” you nodded to the desk and chair. Your expression softened. “You know, just sitting across from you and getting your pointers about how to get better grades... I just feel like every other professor would just tell me that I’m trying too hard and I’ve already done enough, but you don’t, and you make me feel valid...”
Abby sat down in her chair slowly. “Why don’t you come sit down?”
You quietly crossed the room and sat across from her.
There is something I have been meaning to tell you, but I didn’t because I was unsure if you can keep it a secret.”
You blinked. “But I can. I promise.”
Abby took a deep breath and looked away.
“From the start of the semester, I have been noticing you more than my other students. Not in a favouritism way, but in a different way. I’ve seen you outside the building feeding strays. Personally, I think it’s absolutely stupid, but your empathy and your charisma have gotten to me.” Abby paused, “whether I like to admit that or not, it’s not professional. I shouldn’t be having feelings for one of my students.”
“Professor…” you looked away too, “I never thought you saw me like that.”
“I apologise. It’s unprofessional, and I will be honest I will never let my feelings affect your grades—”
“Professor.”
Abby stopped and looked at you. You smiled faintly.
“I never said I didn’t like you back.”
Abby’s eyes widened. You smiled wider, blushing now.
“Well, since I got into college, I’ve been all over the student network trying to make friends, and I don’t know if you noticed it or not, but you are one of the most popular professors in college. Maybe it’s because of your muscular physique, but there are a lot of students that have a crush on you.”
Abby rolled her eyes. You continued.
“At first, I didn’t understand the hype when my friends told me, but over time, I feel like I started to stalk your social media… without even realising it.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
You gulped. You knew it was wrong. It could make Abby lose her career but you both wanted each other. And now that you knew Abby liked you, the thoughts in your head only amplified.
Abby got up, and walked to you, “I’ll agree to keep seeing you after class on one condition…”
You looked up, “that is…?”
“You’ll let me take you out to dinner tonight.”
“Tonight?” your eyes widened a little, “I don’t have anything to wear!”
Abby smiled gently, “alright, then we’re getting you something to wear first.”
“We…” you muttered to yourself, echoing her words.
It felt too good to be true but you weren’t going to throw this away.
When you both arrived at the mall, you mumbled all the excuses you could think of but Abby wasn’t buying any of them.
“Professor, I don’t really need something really— um— expensive or something. I’m really— I’m fine, and—”
“And we’re getting you something nice and new,” Abby got out of the driver’s side.
She walked over to the other side, opening up the passenger’s side door for you. She helped you out, one hand out for you to take. You smiled and got out, thanking her as you shyly followed her into the mall.
“You see something you like, just call out to me and we can get a fitting room.”
You swallowed, “hey, you didn’t really have to do all this.”
Abby looked at you. “It’s okay,” she placed one hand on your shoulder, “you deserve to be spoiled.”
Her words made something in your stomach flip, “um…”
Abby smirked faintly, “you’ll get used to it.”
-
Abby pushed you against the lectern, her lips against yours. The kiss was dirty. Filthy. Her hand travelled down, feeling your waist and hips as she deepened the kiss.
None of the both of you rushed. This moment was yours to live in. Your hands rested on Abby’s chest as you kissed her back, feeling how slowly she moved you to sit on the edge of the lectern. She sat you there, and kissed you rougher.
You whined softly into the kiss, only then did she part for a fraction of a second before kissing you again. Dirtier.
“You look gorgeous, my love.”
“You’re a flirt.”
Without saying anything, Abby sank down onto her knees.
Your eyes widened, “hey, what are you—?”
Abby’s hands massaged your thighs before parting them slowly. Your cheeks reddened but you didn’t ask her to stop. You spread your legs a bit further so she could get a faint scent of your clothed pussy.
Just that alone was enough to pull a groan from your professor. Her fingers toyed with the edge of your panties before she pulled them down. They dangled from one of your ankles.
Your red heel clattered to the ground. Abby’s tongue met your clit. It was warm, too good. Your eyes closed and your hand automatically reached to hold her there.
Abby’s tongue moved in slow strokes. She savoured your taste. It pressed flat against your sensitive clit, then dragged down to your slit.
You moaned, quickly biting your lips to try to keep quiet. Not that it helped. Your body trembled as Abby kept going.
She held your pussy lips apart using two fingers as her tongue pleasured you. Her eyes were closed. Her other hand rubbed herself through her pants.
You couldn’t believe it. You were sitting on your professor’s desk with your professor’s head between your thighs. If that wasn’t embarrassing, you didn’t know what was.
Your lips parted, a small moan left your lips, “professor… please…”
“Yeah?” Abby paused and looked up at you.
You looked down at her, eyes meeting, and quickly looked away, “this is so embarrassing.”
“I know,” Abby went back to it.
-
“You don’t think people are gonna give us trouble if they find out?”
“Yeah, they will.”
Abby groaned as she adjusted her position, her arm thrown over your shoulder naturally as you both cuddled in bed.
“That’s… not reassuring.”
“It wasn’t meant to reassure you…” Abby chuckled.
“Professor!” You pouted.
“Aw, you’re so cute like this,” she paused, then continued, “but in case anyone does find out, they’ll say I came onto you or something.”
“Then I’ll just tell them the truth.” You said.
“No, don’t.” Abby sighed softly.
“Why?” You looked up at her.
“I’d rather it ruins my reputation than yours.”
“But—”
Abby pressed her finger to your lips, shushing you. For a second, you both stayed like that, then she spoke again—
“Can you promise me you’ll let me take the fall if something like that ever happens?”
You reached a hand up, holding the side of her face. “I wish…” your eyes darted to her lips for a second, debating a kiss, “but I love you too much to throw you under the bus like that. I’m sorry, professor, I can’t promise you I’ll let it ruin your life alone. If we go down, we go down together.”
“You’re—” Abby looked irritated for a second, she huffed a laugh. “You’re insufferable.”
“I love you.”
When you said the words came out so easily. But you both went very still when those words exited your lips. As if you’d said something wrong. Terrified you’d ruin the mood, you quietly asked.
“Too soon?”
Abby shook her head, slowly moving you onto her lap. “No, it’s perfect.” Her hand moved up your waist, “you’re perfect.”
Your cheeks pinked at that. Abby pulled you a little closer. You could feel the warmth of her breath on your face now.
“I love you, too.”