Madeleine – my ex-student… I noticed her the first day of class. She was sitting in the front row of the classroom. Like many of the students, she was always cheerful, happy and not overly interested in the class I was teaching. She was not an ordinary girl that enrolled in college just like that.
She was extremely intelligent, funny but also undisciplined. Pretty, hot-blooded, vivacious, she would giggle when I would walk by the group of people she was with in the hallway or would gave me significant looks during class. Those short looks, which would make me pay attention to her.
“Madeleine, did you want to ask something?” I would pretend to not notice the significance of her look.
“Nothing, nothing… I was just listening very carefully.” She would laugh almost innocently and pretend to write something down, as always.
Usually she would look me straight in the eyes with her mouth half open and when she would get my attention she would smile discretely and lower her head. I felt guilty when I would catch myself thinking about her. I’m a professor and I am not supposed to be involved with my female students. At the very least she was very young, not even twenty years old.
In spite of this, I had her in my thoughts every day. I could barely wait for the days I was teaching her group. As I spoke, I would walk around the classroom and deliberately stop at places from where I could watch her thighs. She would always wear tight jeans or some sort of tights. She dressed pretty usual for her age, not too sexy. Jeans, t-shirts, sneakers… She didn’t wear any makeup, but she also didn’t need to because with her sensual lips and big brown eyes she could knock any man down to his knees.
My colleagues that didn’t have her in their classes would tease me and ask if I was able to concentrate. Her sex appeal was so strong that she turned me on more and more each day. The edge of her panties would be visible through her jeans, discretely of course. Madeleine was built for my taste. She didn’t try to be skinny, her legs were perfectly shaped, her ass was gorgeous, her stomach flat, and her tits… Yeah, one day she came in wearing a deep V-cut shirt.
I think the students noticed how much potential drool I swallowed when I saw the gap between her gorgeous tits and nipples that were showing off through her shirt. She noticed my look and smiled oh so innocently. That day I dictated to them a lot because I wanted to enjoy the sight that had me breathing very hard.
Every day, Madeleine became more and more the subject of my fantasies. I would often imagine licking her pussy while lying down, and she moving all over my lips while squeezing her beautiful tits, with her head thrown back and eyes closed. I would fantasize her moaning and begging me to fuck her.
“Oh, professor, fuck me…” and imagine her holding my head with both of her hands and ramming it into her crotch. Then I would see her ramming herself on my cock while I would hold her perfect ass cheeks and bite her tits at the same time.
“Professor, may I ask you something?” She spoke to me in the hallway before class one day.
“Yes, of course. Go ahead!” I tried to sound professional and distant.
“Josephine is celebrating her birthday today and I would like to go to town to buy her a present since she’s going on a trip right after class and will be gone for two days. Would you excuse me from class today?”
“Madeleine, this is college. You don’t have to attend classes if you don’t want to. You just have to be ready for the exams.”
“I know that, Professor. But I want to be in your classes and I don’t want you to think I’m not interested in them.”
“Why is it so important if I think you’re interested in my classes or not?” I tried to develop a casual dialogue but still in the context of student-professor relationship. Actually I wanted to be with Madeleine, to talk to her for as long as possible about anything.
“I care about what you think.” She smiled devilishly and ran her hand through her wonderful long and wavy hair.
“Well, that’s nice…”
I was a bit confused and sure that Madeleine felt me fantasizing about her. “I’m very happy to hear you say that, but that doesn’t mean you can be undisciplined. Okay?” I laughed and took the opportunity to break the distance I had made between us. I touched her with the tip of my index finger on her nose and smiled.
“Okay, professor. You will see I will pass through the subject matter just the way you like it.”
She smiled too, biting her lower lip. Her face turned red. So I wasn’t alone with my fantasies. Madeleine wanted from me the same thing I wanted from her.
She turned around and went down the long hallway. I looked after her and enjoyed the beauty of her body and ass. Her curves were clearly imprinted on her jeans. She turned around and gave me a seductive smile. I smiled back, waved to her and opened the classroom door.
“Professor, Madeleine went to town and–” Josephine, her bench colleague said. She was a regular porn beauty. I could never figure out what she was doing in college. Her sexy outfits would have fit in better at some turbo-folk party than an educational institution.
Josephine, as fuckable as she was, didn’t catch my attention. She knew more about diets and tanning salons and a whole bunch of other stuff. With her miniskirts, high heels and deep cleavage she tried to pull all the attention to herself, from everyone, not just me. What I did like about her was her perfectly flat stomach and a little bracelet on her right ankle. I suppose that was her trademark.
“I know, Josephine!” I interrupted her firmly. She was getting on my nerves.
“What do you know? “ She raised her eyebrows and looked at me with her ‘come fuck me’ look.
“I know that Madeleine went to town.”
“Oh, that. Okay!”
“So what else should I know? “ By the tone of voice I used, I wanted to send her a signal that nothing except class should be the subject of communication between her and me, Madeleine or any other student.
I felt like all of my colleagues and students knew I was fantasizing about Madeleine.
“Nothing, nothing… I’m sorry!” said Josephine respectfully, and I liked that in a certain way. She had never spoken to me before and I expected her to act casually. I liked her apology.
Days went by and I couldn’t stop thinking about Madeleine. I fantasized about her every day. The energy between us existed and our relationship became more relaxed. I would sometimes sit with the students and have some coffee with them, trying to be with the group she belonged to. We talked more and more in the halls and exchanged casual touches, which would turn me on regularly and I would pull them back in my fantasies about her.