Michelle Bennett: Collection of Sensual Erotic Stories – Volume 1

“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.

The time came for the term papers and it also meant the time my students would come for regular consultations. That made me nervous. I knew her turn would come and I didn’t know what to do.

Should I pretend like nothing was happening, or should I try something? What if I turned out to be an idiot? What if she started to talk about how I tried to sleep with one of my students? I wasn’t the only one who had ever tried or succeeded at doing that, but that wasn’t in sync with the authority I had, and especially with what people thought about me. I should have been happy about meeting her alone, but I couldn’t wait for that day to finally come and go.

“Good evening, professor!” She cheerfully walked into my office.

She pretended not to notice how she left me breathless. She had white tights made from some fine material and you could see her Venus hill perfectly. The high heels she wore made her legs look beautiful and accentuated her powerful ass even more.

Her white halter top showed off her stomach and could barely contain her tits. Madeleine had put on some perfume that filled out my office and inflamed the desire inside of me. I felt that desire turning into living matter. My stomach shook and I felt myself going erect.

I looked in her eyes pretty seriously, leaned back in my sofa and asked, “Madeleine, did you come here for consultation, or…?”

At that moment I heard a knock on my door and Josephine walked in wearing a light mini halter-top dress. Her long blond hair was falling on her shoulders and the bracelet on her ankle expressed the beauty of her legs.

“Excuse me, professor, could I also participate in the consultation with Madeleine? We worked on the term paper together so I would like to hear what you will say to her.”

It was a situation where the talk was about a term paper but underneath the surface, it all smelled of sex. I got myself together rather quickly and calmly turned Josephine down.

“Nice of you, Josephine, for being so interested. As far as I know you are on the schedule for the day after tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to destroy my principle and I would like to talk about term papers from my students with them privately. Please don’t be mad.”

“Okay, professor,” she answered and looked at Madeleine.

“Wait for me in the cafe,” she told her.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting,” she replied and gently kissed her lips. “Goodbye, professor.”

“Goodbye, Josephine,” I said and looked at Madeleine questioningly.

“What?” She smiled and spread out her hands, looking right at me.

“Madeleine, you know really well that I am pretty open. I’m confused by the way you are dressed, and much more with this kiss with Josephine… Okay, I won’t go into the whole kiss thing but the first…” My self-control won over. Although my heart was beating hard and I was very nervous and horny, I managed to behave like I was perfectly stable and wasn’t thinking about anything other than work. Still I was hoping she would make the first move, which was why I mentioned her looks.

“Well, professor, that is quite normal today. Don’t be so, I don’t know… closed up!”

“What’s normal?”

“Well, that two friends would kiss each other on the mouth. I mean, that doesn’t mean anything.”

“I told you I won’t get into that. Will you explain to me if you came to consultations or to a night club?” I was faking being severe.

“Oh that. Well, I was planning on going out after consultations. What, you don’t like the way I’m dressed? “She smiled provocatively and showed quite clearly that we could talk about anything. “And isn’t it a bit unusual that a professor notices what his student is wearing? If you don’t like it, I can go and change.” She was trying to provoke me.

I kept silent and looked peacefully into her eyes. It was clear that she had come to seduce me. My acting did confuse her though. Her face got serious and she stopped smiling. I was leading the game and that gave me strength to reach my decision: I was going to fuck her.

“Fine, I’ll come back quickly,” she stuttered with a somewhat frightened look. She seemed to be expecting me to stop her.

I didn’t change my expression and looked at her seriously. Her face turned red, and she slowly turned and went to the door. When she reached the door handle, I stopped her quietly: “Lock the door.”

“What?” She turned around with question marks in her eyes.