The Affair With My Professor

Nine

Y/n POV

I sit in class in my usual seat in the corner with a smug grin on my face as she teaches. I bite down on my pen locking eyes with hers, looking completely innocent to everyone else but I can see the crimson creeping up in her cheeks.

Occasionally becoming flustered, stuttering on her words a little. I can see the embarrassment on her face but judging by the looks from the rest of the class they're none the wiser.

Watching her behave in such a way makes me feel proud of myself, it gives me confidence and I cant help but love the adrenaline rush I get thinking about her.

My eyes drop to my phone as I see it light up.

Text messages-

Cassie- Hey, I've not heard from you in a little bit I was just wondering if we could meet up today at the coffee shop?

y/n- Yeah sure I'll come by later 5ish sound good?

Cassie- Sure, see you later.

I turn my phone off, keeping all of my attention on my professor, my gorgeous professor wearing a white shirt buttoned loosely showing a little of her chest but nothing inappropriate and a black pencil skirt hugging her tightly.

It's rare I see her in skirts, most of the time she wears some form of pant suit, but this change of style suits her well and let me tell you there are no complaints from me.

The extra visible skin which would normally be covered by slacks gives me the slightest bit more of an idea about what she looks like under those clothes.

But lets be real, she'd look hot in whatever she wears and just as hot not wearing anything at all. My imagination happy on the thought of her body next to mine so much so I hadn't realised the lecture was over and most of the students were on their way out, the rest of them following behind.

Except for me, lost in my own little world of Wanda Maximoff.

"Y/n class is over now." My professor speaks. I shake loose from my daydream state clearing my throat "Erm yeah sorry, just a bit distracted." I respond as I get up from my seat and walk over to her.

She runs her hands over her skirt slowly smoothing out any creases my eyes follow the direction of her hands. "My eyes are up here." She jokes. "You knew what you were doing." I laugh.

"Oh, don't play innocent, you were practically undressing me with your eyes all class."

I bite my lip, smiling knowing she's right. "You can't blame me, can you?"

"Whatever, "she laughs playfully, "actually before you go can I meet you after you finish today?" she asks. "Yeah, I'm going to the coffee shop down the street after I'll be done there around 6ish, you can meet me there."

"Okay no problem, I'll see you later." She waves as I walk off.

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Cassie waits for me at a table by the window still in her uniform, minus the apron. "Hey." I say taking a seat. "Hey, how've you been?" she questions, and we continue to make small talk for a while.

"I did actually want to apologise for my behaviour, I shouldn't have left your apartment without waking you up." I apologise. "Y/n it's fine, we hooked up we had fun were not in a relationship, you had no obligation to stay... I just hope you had a good time." She reassures me with a smile on her face.

"Okay good, I did have a good time but what happened can't happen again." I say awkwardly, unsure of the words to use to turn someone down. "Oh, okay yeah no that's fine." She says uncomfortably.