One Shots

To Pass His Class [Straight]

To Pass His Class

Natalie slides into the red booth of the student coffee shop, popping open her coffee cup and dumping in 3 packets of sugar. Opposite her, her best friend rolls her eyes before sipping at her non-fat, no-taste latte. Natalie mockingly pulls a face of disgust at the drink before smiling at her.

"Ohhh..Check out the hottie that's just walked in," sings her friend as her eyes dart to the entrance of the store.

Nat's eyes follows over there and widens at just who her friend thinks is hot.
"Oh my God," she gasps.
"What? You know him? Because if you don't want him-can I have him?" pouts Linda.
Nat gives her a small glare, "he's my Genetics lecturer."
Linda gives a reasonable audible gasp at the fact. It's about the same reaction Natalie had when she first saw him walking to the front of the auditorium and setting up his presentation. That-followed by the sinking of her heart.

Dr Sarin is young-the youngest lecturer Natalie's ever had and the most frustrating part of his age is that it keeps tantalising Nat with imaginings of actually being with him. Natalie knows that although she could see the séxual appeal in some of her older professors, she could never actually imagine being with them. But with Dr Sarin....Oh boy, he really is something else.

"Woah! What is he? Some kind of boy genius?"
Nat shrugs, "must be."
Her eyes keeps trained on him as he moves into the line. A small breeze from the opening door dances through his shoulder length hair, causing Nat to scowl at how unfairly handsome he looks.

"Oh! OH wow! This is good. Miss Goody-Two-Shoes wants to screw the teacher! Wow!-"
"Shut-up Linda," hisses Natalie as her cheeks flame in embarrassment. Her hazel eyes twinkling as her lips pull into a smirk.
"To be honest, I don't blame you," replies Linda.
"I know. God, if I could-I would."
"Why can't you? Get a school-girl uniform and-"
Nat bursts out laughing at that. Is her friend serious? This isn't high-school. Why would her lecturer want anything to do with her? But a school-girl uniform? That is so...tacky. This isn't some pórno.
"No, no hear me out Nat-hear me out! I mean he's a lecturer but still kind of a teacher-right? And teacher's love school-girl fantasy's. Trust me. The other day, Nick and I-"
"Okay! Stop right there. Stop," cries Natalie laughing. She totally doesn't want to hear about Linda and her on-off boyfriend's exploits.
"Whatever. Just because you're not getting some-doesn't mean I shouldn't."
Nat rolls her eyes, noting the exit of Dr Sarin with his morning coffee.

Nat ties up her ebony straight her up into a two side-pigtails. Fluffing out her bangs, she assesses herself in the mirror, before gazing at the image on her computer. The girl on the computer has a far shorter skirt than her but apart from that, it's a close match. Straight from the black Mary-Jane's to the knee-high white socks, short plaid skirt and tight white blouse with tie. Swiping on the mascara, her wide eyes look even wider-giving the illusion of innocence that she hopes will be enough to fool Dr Sarin. Finally done, Nat feels that rush of anticipation and anxiety as she picks up her book bag and tosses on a cardigan. She sure hopes this will be work or the humiliation would be too much to bear.

She knocks timidly on the door of his office. Noting how pretty much everyone in the Science building has left except him. Which is good. Very good. At least this way, if things go south, no one's going to be gossiping.

"Come in," echoes his baritone voice, hinted with his Indian accent. It's faint, but enough to send shivers racing down Nat's spine. Maybe it's just her but she's always found Asian men, particularly Indian ones, to be downright séxy. Or maybe that's just Bollywood talking. After all, she watches far too many of those films than what's surely considered healthy.

Opening the door, she steps in before reclosing it and waiting for him to acknowledge her presence.
His soulful amber orbs gaze up from the computer and faltering.
"Er...N-Natalie?" he murmurs.
"Oh, oh, sorry about this Sir; they're having a kind of school-themed thing at the SU and well, pre-drinks is-"
"Ah I see. Have you got your notes? Shall we go over what you didn't understand?" he asks, standing up and placing himself in the couch. Natalie joins him, sitting herself beside him and digging in her bag for the lecture notes. Truth is, she did understand it. But...any excuse to get him alone is a good one. Nat hadn't lied about the themed club-night at the student union but she's not going to it. Not tonight at least.
Pulling up her notes, she gazes sneakily across to him under her lashes and noting how he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, leaning towards the end of the couch.
She places them onto the table and watches as he's forced to shift nearer towards her in order to see them.

His hand scratches the séxy stubble at his cheeks as he concentrates on her notes, trying to pin-point her understanding of the topic.
"You seem to have taken clear notes. What is it that's troubling you?"
"I don't quite seem to be able to visualise this...lagging strand part of DNA replication. I know I understood it in first year but looking at it now, I seem to have forgotten," Nat states, blinking innocently at him whilst biting her lip. She had forgot but she'd relearnt.

He reaches his hand across her, brushing faintly against her chest whilst reaching for her pen.

"Oh-er..."
She gazes at him patiently, pretending not to have noticed the stroke.

Rahul gulps as he tries to focus solely on drawing the enzyme complex for his student. It's not been long that he's been teaching but the looks of admiration-he's had those long before Natalie Northman. It's just she's the only one who's ever been bold enough to do this- to dress so provocatively and waltz into his place of work asking for help. How the hell can he concentrate on anything when there's a girl who looks like she's just waltzed straight out of an anime novel sat next to him. He's only a man. He, more than anyone, knows the biological reaction to seeing an attractive, viable mate.
Still, he belongs in a society where student teacher fraternising is frowned upon and it would be best he remembers that. Even if it's a challenge at best to bear in mind.

"Right so if you recall DNA replication only occurs in the 5 prime to 3 prime direction...."

He continues explaining, revising the content of Natalie's first year, while she accidently brushes against him. From light contact of their knees to the slight stroke of their fingers and even to the brush of their shoulders.

Before he knows it, Rahul's gazing up from the diagram he's drawn on the paper only to be staring straight into the large hazel eyes of his student. He feels himself freeze. How the hell did they end up just a whisper from each other?

"Natalie?" he whispers.

"Yes Sir?" she replies her adorable pink lips parting in confusion.
He can't resist the temptation any longer.
His mouth descends hungrily onto hers, engulfing her in a flurry of passion. Her smaller, softer ones are no match for his demanding harder lips and she submits effortless to him.
"Sir..." she whispers as he pulls back.
His eyes are heavy with lust and Natalie's own cinnamon orbs spark in excitement.
A brief shadow of sadness and hesitance sweeps over him and his expression falls.

"Sorry! God, I'm so sorry, Natalie. This shouldn't-"
Nat silences him with her own gentler kiss. Pecking those luscious pale pink lips before pulling back from him slightly.
"But I want it to," she conspires.

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This part is continued on my profile on Inkitt (under the same name). For more details look at the 'Foreword' at the start.

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"Natalie," he breathes, swiping his thumb along her bottom lip. They part instantly and she gazes up at him. Why is she getting so upset? She shouldn't be. It's stupid. She may be young but she's also a woman at her age and she needs to grow up.

"You are one hell of a student," he chuckles, drawing back to reclasp her bra and button up her skirt.

She can't help but grin at him.

"But do I pass, Sir?"

"I'm afraid not Miss Northman. You'll have to return next Friday to retake it."