Professor Rose

🌹Lesson🌹

- What is life?
That question always starts of my day. Every morning when you open your eyes it feels surreal. Then again you'll never know what it's like to not wake up the next morning. Happiness is another mystery to me. So many emotions, but happiness is the hardest to keep. Yet, people smile when there's no happiness around. One day someone will figure this out.-

Snapping out my thought my class ended. It's a dangerous thing to be lost in thought.

"Amari can I speak to you." My professor said. Everyone started leaving, or just probably trying to hang around to see what she is going to say to me.

2 minutes passed, and the last student left. Then she walked over, and closed the door.  The professor walked over to the table were I was at and sat on top.

Putting her right leg over the left, her skirt came up exposing her melanin smooth skin. I gazed at that thigh, just want to be between them, but suddenly felt her hand under my chin making me look up at her.

"Ms. Victoria were you paying attention to my class or are you getting lost in that pretty little head of yours." She said. She licked her plumped lips that I so badly wanted to taste.

"Well Professor I-" she cuts me off, " We are alone it's just Kyra." She told me. "I just was thinking about the lesson and got lost. Then my mind wonder off, I do apologize though if that upsets you."

The chairs in the lecture hall was rolling and she gently pushed me back, sitting the middle, and pulled me back close. Now I'm between her legs. Her skirt hiked up a bit showing her mound clothed with a black lace thong that barely cover it.

Again getting lost want to smell and taste her but she pushed me back a little.

'If only she would spread those legs wide open on this table...' I thought.

"Why aren't you paying attention Ms. Victoria. You are a great writer but you still need to pay attention to my class. You're 3 months away from graduating here, I don't want my class to be the one holding you back." Kyra lifted my head up to look at her.

"A blind man can see the beauty of any and everything but still gets distracted with loud thoughts." I said

"And what does that mean." She looked at me confused.

"No matter how much I pay attention, my thoughts will always be louder than your voice when you teach. Without sight or attention everything has meaning, good or bad. The ugly or the beautiful but the mind will steer into a deeper meaning throwing you off course of the actual lesson."

I stood up, grabbing her waist but having one hand on her chin so she can look up at me.

Just looking at her face only seeing light natural makeup. Clear lip gloss, natural hair but just overall beauty, and it's so beautiful to me.

Sometimes I wonder why me but I'm grateful. Her eyes traveled down to my lips, and she bit her bottom lip.

My hand made its way down to her throat, and I slightly added pressure. But absolutely not the way were I would be choking her.

"Professor you know better to not bite that lip. You know what that does to me." I gripped a bit tighter.

"I know." I felt her hands go up my shirt, and felt her nails racking up and down my abs. I leaned down taking her bottom lip into my mouth, and bit and pulled that bottom lip.

"Strike 1 Professor Rose.".....

Should this be continued