professor amick

chapter 7

I was laying in bed when my phone buzzed.

Mӓdchen:
I'm picking you up at 7PM.
Don't worry about what to wear, I took care of that.

Y/n:
I can't wait.

After a few minutes of thinking about what she had planned for us, someone knocked on the door.
The delivery man handed me a few large bags with what I think is the outfit Mӓdchen picked out for me.
''Sign here' I signed, and he thanked me, I wished him a great day and went back inside my room.

I opened each bag and as I did, I came to find that she bought me a black cocktail dress with a matching black with gold pair of Yves Saint Laurent heels. This woman must be insane to spend so much money for me.
The shoes came with a matching bag and a gold necklace and earrings.

The dress, heels and bag (I'm so in love with these heels)

I looked at the time and saw it was 6pm and I really needed to get ready.
I did my make-up, and I went for a simple glam look with my favorite red lip and curled my hair after.

My heart raced as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the dress that Mӓdchen had chosen for me. The luxurious fabric fell down my body, and the high heels added an extra touch of elegance. The jewelry, carefully selected by my professor, sparkled as it caught the light, making me feel like I was stepping into a fairytale.

As I admired their reflection, a knock on the door snapped me out of my trance. I opened the door to find Professor Amick standing there with a confident and alluring smile on her face.
She looked stunning in an exquisite dress that highlighted every curve of her body.

My breath caught, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty about the evening ahead.
"Wow, you look absolutely breathtaking," Professor Amick exclaimed, her eyes glowing with admiration. "Shall we, my dear?"
With a nod and a shy smile, I locked my dorm because Emma was with Max, and I followed my professor to her car. The sleek, black vehicle purred to life as we settled into the leather seats.

The restaurant Professor Amick had chosen was a hidden gem in the middle of the city, known for its fine dining and exclusive atmosphere. The elegant chandeliers cast a soft glow over the tables, each table was decked with a bouquet of flowers and flickering candles. I couldn't help but be taken aback by how nice this place looked.

As we were seated at a corner table with a view of the city skyline, I looked at the menu. I panicked a little because it has food that I've never heard of.
Mӓdchen saw me panicking and guided me through the menu, offering recommendations and eventually she picked a dish out for me because the waiter was getting a bit annoyed of me not knowing what to pick.

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, it felt like I've known this woman for years.
We shared stories about ourselves and most of them were funny ones so we ended up laughing until we couldn't breathe. While eating we often shared the occasional glances that carried a hint of flirtation.

The wine choice was equally impressive, and Professor Amick's knowledge of wine and pairings with different foods added an extra layer of sophistication to our meal. As the rich, velvety liquid filled our glasses, I felt a sense of relaxation.
With each meal that we ate and every wine we drank, the chemistry between us grew stronger.
Our laughter became more carefree, and the conversations more intimate. Professor Amick's flirtatious glances across the table were met with my smiles of pure happiness.

Dessert arrived, a masterpiece of artistry and flavor that left me speechless. We savored each bite, sipping on a glass of perfectly paired dessert wine that matched so well our cardinal cake. (It's a cake with raspberry mousse, crème brûlée center, raspberry biscuit and raspberry glaze)

As the last bite of dessert was enjoyed, Professor Amick's gaze held a mixture of nervousness and comfort at the same time. "Y/N," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability, "tonight has been extraordinary. I feel a connection with you, and I would be honored if you would consider doing this again with me."

"I... I would love that," I replied, a genuine smile lighting up my face.
With a soft smile, Professor Amick leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a gentle, lingering kiss that I wish would've lasted forever.

Mӓdchen told she was paying because she liked to spoil the people she truely liked and told me to wait by her car, she wanted to take me to her house.

We arrived at Professor Amick's elegant home, the evening being far from over. With a shared desire to continue our night, we found ourselves seated in her cozy living room, a bottle of rich red wine and she poured into delicate crystal glasses.

The soft glow of dimmed lights and the flickering flames of a crackling fireplace created an atmosphere of intimacy. Me and Professor Amick settled into the sofa sitting close to each other as I leaned my head on her shoulder.

As the wine flowed, our conversation continued to deepen. Our laughter filled the room as we shared more playful stories and talked about memorable moments from our dinner date. Professor Amick's flirtatious remarks grew bolder, and I found myself responding kindly, but with a little more teasing.

With every shared laugh and exchanged glance, the sexual tension between us grew and the wine didn't help with that. I found myself tracing the veins on Mӓdchen's hands. My love language has always been physical touch and I might have a hand kink too.

With a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement, I felt the magnetic pull of Professor Amick's presence. Her fingers brushed against mine as she reached for the wine bottle, sending a jolt of electricity through my veins.
Our eyes locked, a shared understanding passing between them.
"Y/N," Professor Amick murmured, her voice low, "this evening has been exquisite. I've enjoyed every moment we've shared."

My heart raced as her words hung in the air, our eyes locked in silence.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull any longer, I moved myself from the sofa to Mӓdchen's lap wrapping my arms around her neck.

Professor Amick set her wine glass aside and leaned in, her lips brushing against mine and before I knew it her lips met mine.
She was kissing me in the most gentle way possible, her hands found my ass squeezing it gently as I deepened our kiss.
''I don't want our first time to be on this couch, let me take you to the bedroom' she grabbed my hand and took me upstairs.

When we arrived upstairs, we took each others' clothes of while making out passionately.
She forced her tongue into my mouth and began kissing my roughly, she needed more and frankly so did I.

We climbed into her bed and Mӓdchen's lips found their way to my neck leaving red marks all over it and caressing me softly after.
''I-I need more' I whispered. ''Patience darling, you're all mine tonight'' she said with a smirk.