Paint Me, Professor | Student-Professor Erotic Novel | 18+ | ✔️

52 - Yes, Sir

Christopher
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The worst thing about jet lag was that, besides experiencing extreme tiredness when you arrived at your destination, you also experienced it when you came back home. One thing was being sleep deprived when you were excited about everything and the sheer excitement carried you through, another was feeling that same sleep deprivation in your mundane, boring life.

It was torturous. So much so that, when we arrived on Friday from Paris, Ali and I had agreed we wouldn't see each other that weekend to sort out our sleeping cycles. I was extremely busy at the moment, preparing for the winter examinations that marked the end of the semester. I had to be wise and focus on my work, even though I really wanted to be with Alison.

Forcing myself to stay awake during the day proved to be extremely difficult. Even though I had papers to read, first drafts to prepare, e-mails to respond, my head would always find a way to lean over a surface and fall asleep. Even with cup of coffee after cup of coffee, my body desperately needed sleep. As a result, when the night came, I was wide awake. As I forced myself to fall sleep, my mind drifted and wandered as it refused to shut down.

How could it not when I had so many good memories of the trip to look back on?

I wasn't one to reward myself with indulges very often, so this trip (even though I was technically working) was truly special. Considering the artistic aspect alone, I could say with honesty that my life had been changed: finally seeing the art I had been teaching for so many years with my own eyes was deeply impactful. I'd never see those masterpieces the same way again.

And then, of course, there was Ali, the one who motivated the field trip, the one who made me work my ass off to get it approved so we could have a sort of couple getaway.

To say that I didn't predict what would happen between us in Paris would be a lie. That was why I had packed condoms. I didn't usually have them with me at all times, but I'd be a damn fool (and an irresponsible) if I didn't take a few in my suitcase. We had postponed this very intimate act as much as we could, but I knew neither of us could wait any longer.

When she texted me late that night, jet lag not letting either of us sleep, I knew I had to call her over. From the moment I bought her the necklace that same day, I had a gut feeling that we'd end the day together. I just wasn't expecting it to end as spectacularly as it did.

I don't know what came over us to give ourselves to one another that way. I truly don't know. She had asked me so many times to go all the way with me, and the second I saw her with my necklace on her neck and how beautiful she looked with it, I knew I wouldn't say no to her.

Our bodies spoke in a language I don't remember learning, but somehow knew exactly how to speak. The way we touched one another, the way we kissed, the way we moved in sync... Oh, and how she felt, warm and wet and tight and mine... She felt mine, which was both exhilarating and terrifying.

And then there were her words when she placed her hand on my chest, her eyes moist and sparkly. It was impossible not to feel the intensity of that moment, how truly defining it was in our relationship. It put us on a new level of intimacy, one that I couldn't fucking wait to explore.

As I tossed and turned, I knew I wasn't going to be able to give my lecture tomorrow morning. I'd be a literal zombie. Besides, I still wasn't done with the assessment paper I'd give them about the trip and I had nothing prepared for the lecture.

Impulsively, I reached for my phone and typed out an e-mail:

"Dear students,

Apologies for the late e-mail. I've come down with the flu and won't be able to give tomorrow's lecture. In replacement of the lecture, please read the paper for next week.