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

91 - Decision

Christopher
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Having Ali all to myself felt like we were back at the cabin. The only difference this time was that I knew the getaway weekend wouldn't end, that we wouldn't have to come back to reality, that we wouldn't have to go our separate ways when the weekend came to an end. It was a feeling I had never experienced. It was so comforting and reassuring that my anxiety had vanished completely.

I told Ali how bizarre yet wonderful it felt to hold her on a Sunday night. She never slept over on a Sunday because she had lessons on Monday, so this break in our routine really honed in that things were changing for the better.

Ali was particularly excited about me traveling to New York with her to meet her parents. We hadn't bought the plane tickets yet as we tried to figure out the ideal date. I didn't admit it to her, but the thought of facing her parents terrified me. After all, she hadn't even told them on the phone about my existence. I was afraid of what they'd say and think, especially because I was her first after James. It wouldn't surprise me if they were overly protective of their daughter, I'd be too if my daughter had gone through such a horrific experience in the past.

Already expecting to be treated strictly, I found myself rehearsing in my head what I'd say to them when we met. How could I justify that I had fallen in love with a student? How could I justify that I had been seeing her throughout the school year? How could I make them believe that I didn't trick her or manipulate her? How would they react when they found out our age difference?

For her, I was ready to do and face anything. I'd do everything in my power to get her parents to not only accept me, but to like me. If they didn't believe me when I said I loved their daughter, I'd show them with my actions.

I didn't share these thoughts with Ali, not wanting to stress her. Knowing her, she probably was having the same thoughts herself and was gathering up the courage to make that phone call and come clean about her new boyfriend.

However, I did tease her a little bit about the phone call.

"Oh, look what time it is," I'd say close to lunch time. "Your parents are probably already home from work. Wouldn't they love to hear from their lovely daughter?"

She'd blush uncontrollably when I mentioned the oh-so-important phone call. I knew she reacted like this because the phone call represented something more than just an important announcement. In a way, once the call was made, the deal was sealed, we would officially be together as a couple, as two people who loved each other and who were committed to one another.

"Let's wait until I get my diploma," she'd reply. "I want to give them two good news."

The first week of us being together was spent in total bliss. Even though I had literal mountains of exams to grade, Ali's company made a world of difference. Even when she spent the afternoon with her friends, knowing that she'd be back in the end of the day motivated me to work faster so I could give her all my attention.

On one occasion in particular when she had no plans and I was neck deep in exam papers, I heard soft humming in my bedroom from the dinning table where I was working. I tried to ignore it, but when her sweet moans reached my ears I had to investigate.

I approached my room silently, not wanting her to know I was close by. When I glued my ear to the door, it became abundantly clear what she was doing: the mechanical vibrations of the wand were impossible to hide, and her muffled, soft moans only added more details to how I was picturing her in my head.