🖤 The Professor and the Student - Part 2
The dream encounter
Read Part 1 of this story first (if you haven’t)…
After the students left the classroom, he turned to the board and erased it clean. He draped his coat over one arm and wandered down the dusky hallways. Strangely, all the classrooms he discovered were empty. No students to be found. No other professors. Perhaps they had quit early for the day because of the storm.
Eventually, he found his way to a large kitchen. It was empty, too. He rummaged through the cabinets and found mostly cans and a few boxes here and there. Fully stocked kitchen, huh? Right… Opening a box of crackers, he stuffed a few in his mouth before spitting them back out again into his hand. Stale. Sighing, he tossed the box into a nearby trash can before walking back out into the hallway.
Turning this way and that, he explored the rest of the floor and found the massive library the dean had mentioned. Well, at least he had been truthful about this perk. A warm fire glowed in a large fireplace at one end of the room. Two leather armchairs were arranged in front of it, with a stack of books on a small table between them.
William walked across the room, tossed his coat across one chair, and sat in the other. A weary sigh escaped his lips as the fire warmed him. Looking at the table, he plucked a book from the top of the pile and peered at the title.
Hemingway. Well, well. It looked like he had made an impression on someone. At least they were bothering to read the book now. He flipped through the pages and inhaled the delightful scent of the old paper. Mmmm, nothing quite like it.
A wave of fatigue hit him, causing his eyelids to droop suddenly. The soft crackle of the burning logs and the firelight dancing gently across the bookshelves lulled him to sleep. His heavy head dropped, and it startled him back awake. The stress of the day had sapped his energy. Time to find that bedroom the dean had mentioned. Funny… he hadn’t told him where to find it. Or him, for that matter.
He grabbed his coat and left the library. Wandering back down the hall, he found stairs leading up to the next floor. He assumed he would find the sleeping quarters somewhere up there or on the third floor. The light was growing dim, so he found it challenging to explore the rooms. The power must still be out. That damn snowstorm…
Knocking on the first door, he waited a second and opened it carefully. He poked his head inside and found the room empty. A small bed was tucked up against the wall and neatly made with a thick blanket on top. The room seemed unoccupied, since there were no belongings on the tiny desk or clothing in the closet. Well, this would do.
He hung up his coat and got undressed. Placing his clothing over the wooden chair, he crossed the room and slid under the blankets. It was a little chilly at first, but he soon warmed up. His eyelids fluttered, and his breathing slowed and deepened. Soon, he drifted off to sleep.
He dozed fitfully, tossing and turning. Heart racing and breath panting. Wild and unfamiliar dreams raced through his mind. In them, he prowled the halls of the building, desperately trying to find the other professors. The dean. Any of the students. But he was alone in the echoing halls and dark rooms.
Panicked, his dreaming self found its way to the warm safety of the library. It was just as it had been earlier. The armchairs were arranged in front of the glowing fireplace. Warm. Safe. Familiar. He walked over and sank into one seat. Leaning back, he draped his arm over his eyes and tried to calm down.
Suddenly, he felt a tentative touch on his legs, which startled him. Pushing back into the soft chair, he tried to escape, but saw who it was and relaxed. The young woman from his earlier class knelt on the floor in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs.
Placing a finger against her full lips, she whispered, “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re safe here with me.”
He started to respond, but she smiled and shook her head. Reaching for his belt, she unbuckled it, unzipped his pants, and hooked her fingertips into his underwear so she could slide them down his thighs. His cock pulsed with hot blood and sprang into the air in front of her.
He blocked her with his outstretched hands. “You can’t… Ummm, we can’t do this. You’re a student! You’re too young.”
She laughed. “I’m not as young as you think. Don’t worry, I’m old enough for this. And no one else has to know about it. It will be our secret, okay?”
His confused, sleeping mind accepted her explanation, but was most likely influenced by the throbbing head of his cock and the swelling shaft she started slowly stroking. She looked into his eyes as she pulled it forward to place the head against her cool lips. The tiny tip of her tongue circled him and traced the length of his shaft, before returning to the head and slowly taking him into her mouth. Licking and tasting him, she leaned down to take his girth into her mouth as his achingly hard cock slid down her throat.
He groaned and arched his back with pleasure. It was so wrong, but he couldn’t stop now. He wanted her to suck him harder. Thrusting his hips into the air, he pumped his cock into her mouth as she slurped and sucked with hunger.
Soon, a tingling pressure wave began rising and pulsing deep inside him. Ripples of ecstasy tingled across his warm skin. Breathing harder, he panted, "I'm… going to… cum!"
She plunged downward and engulfed the full length of his rock-hard cock. Gulping him deep into her throat, she swallowed as her tongue lapped underneath the thick shaft. With a growling moan, his cock erupted and warm spurts of cum pulsed down her throat and flooded up into her eager mouth. He continued lifting his hips and thrusting into her throat as the final throbs faded.
The shock of the intense orgasm awakened him, and he blinked with confusion in the darkness of the unfamiliar room. What a crazy dream! It had felt so real.
However, the pressure on his legs was still there. He also felt sticky cum drizzling down the shaft of his cock and a hand gently stroking and squeezing him to milk the last drops free from the swollen head.
"What the fuck?!?"
William pushed himself up and away and grabbed for the sheets to cover himself. A tiny giggle emanated from the darkness at the foot.
"Did you enjoy that? I sure did. I wanted to do that to you as soon as I saw you."
The student from the classroom… He recognized her voice.
"We can't do this! You shouldn't be here! You're a student. This is inappropriate!"
"No one will ever find out. And I doubt anyone would care. We do whatever we want here. There are no rules anymore.” She tilted her head and paused before asking, “Didn't you enjoy it? Didn't my mouth feel good?"
He let out an exasperated sigh. "Ummm, yes. It was incredible. But that's not the point. I just can't do this. And you shouldn't be here. I'm not familiar with the rules here, but they are very strict at my college. I could lose my job!"
She was silent for a moment. Then, her soft, sad words reached his ears as she slipped off the bed and turned away. "Your choice, of course. But you could stay here with us. Teach us. And our rules are different. You could have my mouth every night. You could have all of me. Forever. I'd be so good for you."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I hear you. And this was… amazing. But can we talk about this tomorrow? I think we both need some time to clear our heads and think more rationally."
He felt her slipping away across the room. "Tomorrow. Or never. You'll make your choice and have to live with that for the rest of your life. I shouldn't have expected you to choose me. Your kind never does. Go back to sleep, Professor. Try to forget me."
She was gone. Now that the pleasure had faded, only guilt remained. It wasn't like he had initiated this encounter. He hadn’t even been awake! But she was a student, and they would still hold him responsible for it.
However, William already regretted how he had managed the encounter. His reaction clearly hurt her, and he could have handled it better. He wished things could be different. She had to understand that! But it was impossible.
Well, he would try to explain it to her again tomorrow, once he had a clear head and could find better words. Pulling the blankets up under his chin, he turned onto his side and tried to fall asleep again.
But it took a very long time…