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Professor: A First Time Novel

By´╝ÜMadison Faye

I go to move past her towards the rolling ladder to the side of my office that spans one of the extra-tall bookshelves, but she stops me. “Oh, I can get it!” She says with a bright smile. And before I can stop her, she’s turning and starting to climb the wooden ladder. “Which shelf?”

But I barely hear her, like her voice is coming at me from underwater or something.

Holy shit.

Because now she’s four steps up the ladder right in front of me. And she’s wearing that short little pleated skirt.

…And I can see right up to the tiny patch of lace white pulled tight across the lips of her pussy before disappearing between the cheeks of her ass.

I’m utterly mesmerized, utterly frozen with my eyes hungry and locked on that sweet untouchable prize, like a little peach - barely covered, barely legal, and right in front of my face. My cock roars in my pants, and I’m so mesmerized, in fact, that I don’t even hear her ask a second time.

But it’s when I hear her small gasp and the soft “oh” that my eyes jerk up to her face.

And our eyes lock.

“Fuck,” I swear, suddenly feeling the rush of adrenaline turn to something else as I quickly take a step back. “Shit, Ellie, I’m-” I shake my head as I take a deep breath and look up at her again. “Fuck, honey, I’m so sorry, that was out of li-”

“Do you like what you see, Professor?” Her voice is soft, and so tender sounding, and the combination of the two is insanely hot to my ears and has my cock rising right back up to attention.

“Ellie, I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t mind,” She says, her face going bright red as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

I freeze, one hand still on the wooden ladder and the blood roaring in my ear I slowly look back up at her. She’s still standing there, four rungs up and looking coyly and shyly over her shoulder at me.

And I can still see her panties.

“Ellie, maybe you should come down from th-”

“I really don’t mind, Professor,” She says again, her eyes flashing at me as she swallows thickly. “I think it’s only fair.”

I force my eyes up from her panty-clad pussy to her face again, my brow furrowing. “Fair?”

“I-” She blushes furiously. “I saw you,” she says quietly. “The other day here, here in your office.”

Here in my-


The flash of movement, the cracked open door, and the empty hallway, the night I’d jerked off in here thinking of her. And suddenly, it’s all clicking as my jaw clenches and my muscles tense. My eyes pierce into hers, and I can see the heat and the same hunger there in hers that I know is writ across mine.

“Ellie, honey-”

“I- I liked what I saw, Professor,” She says softly. Slowly, she starts to turn on the ladder, until she’s facing and looking down at me perched there above me. “Could-” She blushes bright red again, and I can feel the blood pumping my dick rock hard as I watch the way her tits rise and fall with her breath.

“Could I see it again?”

Holy shit.

“Ellie,” I say quietly, barely trusting myself to talk to her with how ready I am to bury every inch of my dick inside of her. “I think you should leave.”

The fuck I do. I don’t, really. Leave? Fuck that. I want her to stay right here, preferable with her legs spreading and my cock buried balls-deep in that tight little eighteen year old pussy. But I also have a job to think about. I have rules and consequences of breaking them to think about.

“I won’t tell anyone, Professor Martin,” she says softly, and she says it so innocently and sweetly that I literally groan out loud at how hard my cock gets when she’s says it.

“It can be our little secret,” she says with a hushed voice.

It’s so fucking wrong, but damn if hearing sweet little Ellie Thompson say shit like that doesn’t have me ready to tear those panties right off her and bury my tongue in her slit.

“Fuck, Ellie,” I growl, letting my eyes roam freely over her nubile young body.

“Do you want a better look, Professor?” She says, grinning shyly as she bites her lip. And before I can say or do anything, she slowly starts to pull up on her skirt. I groan as more and more of her creamy thighs are revealed. And when she pulls it higher still and the lacy white of her panties pulled right across her pussy comes into view, I growl.

She’s wet, and I can see it plainly there between her legs. Her panties are wet across her pussy, making them mold to every soft contour of her forbidden place.