I’d never been so entranced with a performer before that I woke up jerking off to memories of her. Especially in my dreams. Usually when I jerked off, it was to a porno and the face was blank. Not this time. This time the girl was beneath me, the image so perfect, my chest filled with euphoria just with remembering it.
It was a good way to start the first day of a new semester, with a positive feeling wrapped around me. I lay there for another few minutes until my alarm went off, and then finally got up to shower and prepare for the day.
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I nudgedthe syllabus a quarter-inch up the desk, so it lined up with the corner and the worksheet beside it. Then I pulled my pen from my bag and set it evenly between the two sheets. Just as I was about to organize the dry erase markers by alphabetical color, the first student walked in.
I greeted him with a smile. “Welcome to Astronomy.”
He gave me a tired nod and moved to the back of the class. I was sure nine in the morning felt much earlier for college students. Especially on the first day.
Perched on the edge of my desk, I greeted each student who walked through the doors. This semester I was teaching astronomy for the non-physics majors. They tended to lack the enthusiasm of the students who were ready to begin their knowledge of the stars. I made sure my love of the subject came through enough to spark an interest for all of them. If the teacher wasn’t excited about the material, then why would the students be?
Most professors dreaded teaching the non-majors, but I saw it as a challenge to try and convince just one student to love the stars, planets, and everything in between.
“Hello, welcome to Astronomy.”
More head nods and a few wide eyes from the girls walking in. I’d been teaching for three years now and was used to it. I was younger than most of the professors in the school, and I wasn’t oblivious to my looks. So, I ignored them and kept my smiles polite and my attention short, not wanting to encourage anything. I looked out over the class and saw almost all the seats filled. Only a few more minutes and then I’d begin.
“Hello. Welc—” My throat closed up over the words when I went to greet the next set of students entering the room.
Two girls. One a blonde I’d never seen before.
The other?
The other washer. The girl from Voyeur. In my classroom. As a fucking student.
Asmystudent.
Blood pounded through my veins; the whooshing sound blocking out the chatter and movement of the classroom. My vision narrowed, and I focused solely on her. She was smiling, laughing at something her friend said.
She looked so much the same and yet so different. At Voyeur, she walked with an air of confidence, of maturity. Sometimes wearing only lingerie. But as she strode in wearing her skinny jeans and over-sized sweater, she looked so much like a student that I was kicking myself for not seeing how young she was before. Even worse was that most students in my class were freshmen, but I had to hold out hope that maybe she was older. Maybe a senior just getting her last requirements? I cringed, feeling like a pervert for getting off to an eighteen-year-old.
Fuck.
My lungs collapsed inside my chest, making it impossible to take a breath deep enough to control myself. Forcing my head down, I stared at my shoes and counted the laces along the top. Anything to help get myself together. When I was able to fill my lungs, I forced a smile and looked up.
“Welcome to Astronomy.”
She faced me from her seat and smiled. I waited for the recognition—dreaded it. Not that she could say anything due to the NDA, but I couldn’t even begin to fathom the complications. But the recognition never came. As soon as her attention was on me, it was gone. She looked back at her friend who nudged her and whispered something while staring at me.
I didn’t even want to imagine what she was saying.3
The last of the students straggled in and everyone got settled. I tried to move my attention everywhere, but it inevitably kept going back to her. I watched her take out her pen and then her notebook, mesmerized by her slim fingers gripping the plastic.
I knew what those fingers looked like when they were squeezed in ecstasy.
God, I’d come so hard when she cried out in her second orgasm, her small fist against her partners back. Her legs flexed with tension. I’d gripped my cock, pumping harder and harder, unable to hold back the groan to match the sounds she’d made.
Shaking my head, I pulled myself from the memory and moved around the desk to my seat before anyone noticed my semi-erection.
Student. She’s your fucking student.
After mentally listing the names of different galaxies to help get me back on track, as well as taking a deep breath, I was ready to stand and start class.
“Good morning. I’m Dr. Pierce and you are in Astronomy 101. This is the elective for non-physics majors, but maybe by the end of the year, I can convince you to come over to the dark side.”
A few students laughed at my mild humor while others muttered, “Yeah, right.” Typical responses.
