Short Stories

Part 2 of My high school's Math professor

Since I arrived at the college two weeks ago, my math professor has been relentlessly shattering my heart into countless tiny fragments. He joined college three months before me. I'm trying to figure out what's gone wrong with him. Why is he not talking to me? Whether I am in his class or we are walking past each other in college, he doesn't even look at me. At first, I assumed he was maintaining a decent distance between us. One day when I raised my hand and asked a question in the middle of the lecture, he didn't even bother to acknowledge my presence.

That day I realized he was not maintaining a distance; he was ignoring me. I didn't give up because we had been in touch for the past three months and manifesting our lives here in this new city. Now the time has come, and he is acting weird. I waited for the college to empty, knowing his schedule and that the professor would stay late at night.

I walked up to his office, but I flung the door open instead of knocking or asking for his permission to enter. Professor was taken aback when I barged into his office and he stood up. "What are you doing here?"

I had my backpack over my shoulder and I walked up to him. "What the fuck is your problem?"

Professor's eyes widened; maybe he wasn't expecting me in these late hours in his office. He sighed and sat back in his chair. He was about to resume his work but I moved closer and turned his chair to me. "Why the fuck are you doing all this?"

He clenched his jaw and pointed at the door. "Get the hell out of my office."

I shook my head and came so close to him that I was standing between his legs. "I am not going anywhere until you explain."

Professor looked up and his eyes stuck on my skin as I was wearing a brallet top under my jacket. I unzipped my jacket intentionally so that he realized what he was missing. I started sensing his uneasiness and the way his hands moved up to my waist. I flinched when his fingers brushed over my skin.

I sighed and looked at him. "Were you on some kind of spree to torture me?"

He didn't respond; instead, he kissed my skin before I could do or say anything, his hands wrapped around my bare waist and his kisses chained into licks. My grip has gotten loose on my bag and it fell on the floor. His kisses and licks were coming up; he kept his one hand over my right breast and wrapped his lips around my peaks through my brallet top. Our rough breathing was echoing in his office and I was begging him to go further as my body was badly craving for him.

I thought he was going to remove my jacket or unbutton my jeans but suddenly he cursed and pushed me away. "Stay away from me."

It took me a while to understand the situation; anger coursed through my veins and I asked. "Why are you doing this?"

He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the door. "You should have thought about us before getting engaged to a billionaire's son."

He tossed me out of his office; he had closed the door when I turned around to clear his misunderstanding. I grunted and talked to myself so this was the fucking reason he stopped talking to me over the phone and is now treating me like a shit.

With a shattered heart, I came back to my dorm and fell on my bed. My hand slipped between my legs as my heart was going through emotional turmoil but my body was also on the edge of getting pleasure from the professor. The way he didn't give me a chance to explain myself, boiled my blood, and I removed my hand between my legs.

The whole night I couldn't sleep and I also didn't let my hand travel between my legs. I witnessed the sunrise and went to college. I was eagerly waiting for the classes to get finished. I didn't know the professor's house but I knew about his car so after classes I hid in his car. Now I am waiting for him to come and drive me to his home.