Chapter 3

“More like softcore porn,” the professor smiled.

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.”

“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.

“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.”

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.

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?”

“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.”

“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.”

Dazzling sensations ripped through Erin’s body as their eyes were locked. She fingered her pussy hard and fast. Soon, her once dry panties had suddenly become stained with clear fluids, and Erin hunched over slightly, her breathing heavy.

When she managed to sit upright again, she looked at the professor and tried not to be embarrassed about this.

“Taste yourself,” the professor said. “I’d like to see that.”

So Erin did. She brought her two fingers to her mouth and seductively licked and sucked them clean, engulfing that clear string of white fluids into her mouth, and swallowing

“Did you enjoy that?” the professor asked.

Erin nodded, licking her lips clean. “That was intense. So intense. I’ve never done anything like that before. You were right about a person’s voice, too. Hearing you say those things with that tone made me cum.”

“You have a special touch,” Erin said, zipping up her pants.

Professor Bell stood up and walked over to the student, who remained seated and in a state of bliss from the orgasm.

“I want to give you another assignment,” the professor said. “It’s purely optional, this one. Consider it extra credit of sorts.”

Erin gave an inviting look. “Anything.”

“Email me your masturbation fantasy in a classroom. I want to hear it. Spare no detail. That is all for today.”

“Thank you, professor.”

After an evening out with friends, Erin had returned to her dorm and laid on the bed, thinking about how to craft the email. She wanted to be careful and precise with her words.

If this were to actually come true, it needed to be realistic, and most importantly, very hot. So she typed:

Perhaps we can make a romance story of our own?