Sex Ed: After Class

A Momentus Problem

Cara

He told me on the day he got his old job back that we would have to stay a secret around campus. It's forbidden for faculty to date students. It's now been 2 weeks and for the most part I'm discreet about it...until I get a free period which happens to be his planning period. Sometimes we meet up at his former classroom and have lunch. His treat. Sometimes he eats something else. Today he decided to bring candy instead because we're going out to dinner tonight. He played a movie over the projector screen and we relaxed for the 2 hours we had. I felt his hand on my thigh and placed my own hand over it.

"We can't. We already spent most of the time we had. The period'll be over before either of us finish."
"C'mon ma..."

He whined, sliding his hand along my inner thigh. I was sitting Indian-style in front of him. At one point his arms were wrapped around my waist, now his hands played freely around my thighs.

"Just a little bit..." He pleaded.
"Hm...Chris..."

He worked his hand between my legs, rubbing against the seat of my jeans.  My breathing picked up as he kept going. He placed kisses on my neck when he started to work his hand inside of my jeans. His movements stopped just before touching where I needed him to. I found myself grinding against his hand, pleading for him to continue. He ran his tongue up the length of my neck.

"Bell's about to ring."
"Fuck that bell...I don't go to class anyway."
"But I have to. I'm a professor."
"Baby please..."

I pleaded with him, turning in his arms and crawling up to face him. He held me at I guess what he thought was a safe distance, giving me a stern no. I sat back on my legs pouting. He can't tell me no. I'm a fucking princess. He kissed my lips softly.

"Later, babe. You attend all your classes today and I'll give you what you want tonight."
"Ugh...fine."

After attending every lame class and sketching him during art instead of doing my assignment, my day ended. I rushed out to the parking lot and went straight home. I spent 3 hours doing homework before I showered my day away and laid in my bed. My text notification rang loudly through the room.

Are you spending the night?

Do you want me to?

I planned for it...I wanna take
my time with you. I can't wait to
taste you. Imma eat it for at least
30 minutes

Stop. I just got out of the
shower. 😕

Really? You get dressed yet?

...uh no comment

Stay like that I'm on my way.

I nibbled my lip at the thought. I'm not ready yet. I checked the time. It's 6:20. And at the rate he's known for going we won't make our dinner reservation in a couple hours. My doorbell rang, startling me. There's no way in hell it's Chris because he lives 20 minutes away. I quickly threw on some underwear, a pair of gym shorts, and a tank top on my way down the hall.

"Who is it!?"
"Open the door!" A familiar voice yelled.
"Oh, fuck me..." I muttered.

What fucking horrible timing. I opened the door and the sight of who it was made me smile anyway.

"Mommy!" I cheered childishly.
"Hey, dear. Is it a bad time?"
"Actually—"
"Don't care. I'm your mother." She hugged me, pushing her way into my home in the process.
"What brings you by, mom?"
"Well I heard from someone that you weren't living right out here by yourself. I came to gather my own opinion."
"Huh? How long are you gonna be here?"
"A week? Maybe 2."
"Where are you staying?"
"Here of course."
"Mom it's really not a good time. I have exams coming up and I keep my house extremely quiet when—"