Professionally Yours

A Start

Let's take it back a notch, backstory is always useful.
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Alara, a college student, taking any job that will help her, money-wise and experience-wise. She had graduated high school at only 17, having skipped junior year. With an emotionally absent father and divorced parents, praise was rare and never given really.

With that being said, Alara struggled, working her ass off in high school. All for her history teacher. A tall man with a gray scruffy beard, messy fluffy brown hair, and some gray stripes. A full-on zaddy if I do say so myself. Anytime she was praised by him, she melted. Her heart fluttered with his low, soft voice, creating butterflies in her stomach. She would find herself staring at him blankly during class, looking away each time he looked in her direction. Nothing ever happened between them, obviously, it's illegal. But oh, how she wished it did. How she wished he would break it off with his wife, leave his kids behind, all for..her. It was selfish, and she was young; it was nothing more than a fantasy.

This set her off to a path of desire and despair, longing for love in mature and older men. Alara tried (she really did) loving guys her age and finding what she wanted in them, but they never gave it. It was simple love, cuddles, and kisses, but nothing more. She didn't want to go further with guys her age. An excitement (lust) raised within her anytime she thought about a guy, correction, a man taking her virginity. Someone so experienced and mature, respectful and caring, taking something she held so dearly. That was heaven for her.

As she moved on to college, Alara quite literally fell in love with her professor. It drove her insane. The way he moved, his hands, his comfortable but formal outfits, the low chuckles he made when the class messed around, the soft sighs he would give whenever she bombarded him with questions... The way his eyes would stay on her for a bit too long while he was giving his lectures to the class, the way his touch sent shivers down her spine, his lips pressing against her soft skin.

Everything...just everything. She was obsessed. He never touched her though, never looked at her for too long, and his lips never felt anywhere on her body; she was just delusional, hoping and imagining him.

She needed a break desperately. So what better way to get that than getting a job. At first, it was a small shift at a cafe near the campus, which helped her not see him every day except in classes, never in the hallway like before. Then he started showing up at that small cafe. It was close, but it wasn't that close to the campus that he had to pass by and get a coffee every morning. Like...there was a coffee shop on campus anyways. For her and her delusions, it felt deliberate, like he did it just to see her. But no way, right? Yeah, no way. She soon discovered he had only been coming because he tutored students there. It hurt, and her imaginations turned her jealous. So, he asked him to tutor her. It made no sense; she was the top student and only asked questions to understand more of the subject, not because she was confused.

Nonetheless, he accepted and started tutoring her at the cafe after her shifts. One thing led to another, and she confessed one night. Didn't go so well. She quit the cafe job to avoid seeing him as he tutors the students, but she still had to see him at lectures. And she just couldn't take it. That's how she found her current job. The only escape she had left. With this, she only had to go to campus for exams. Watching the lectures online, emails to ask questions, and asking students instead, too. She was free of the embarrassment, but not those damn daddy issues.

Sure, the job was demanding and barely gave her any time to study, do other school-related things, and hang out with friends. But oh boy, was it worth it. Seeing that cold, expressionless face. The small gray hairs on his beard and hair. The slight wrinkles that appeared on his eyes and forehead when he got upset. The scoffs, the glares, the slight twitch in his eyes. It wasn't love or obsession this time but admiration. Watching him work, his deep and stern voice, professionalism, and maturity. It was all so attractive and...sexy.

But also, she felt proud because he felt proud. He was nice but not too nice and treated her like his assistant and nothing else. He made her feel like she belonged in this high-status world. Alara felt naive when starting to work there, like she was underqualified and her co-workers didn't make her feel any better. But he was there; he picked her for the job, not anyone else. That was her admiration, her crush, her likeness for him. It wasn't just because he was attractive, mature, polite, responsible, experienced, and older. He gave her that praise she always wanted; even if it wasn't romantic, it was... genuine.