An Illicit Liaison

Thoughts Of Yearn

She did not listen to him.

She knows it.

What's worse, Professor Jax knows it as well.

This wasn't her fault. All she ever did was keep quiet, hear him talk in that sexy voice of his and that's all.
After that she leaves. She never did anything to disrupt his class, especially his class. Possibly because she never wanted to draw any attention to her.

Professor Jax specialised in Shakespeare plays and American Poetry. She hated admitting but he spoke sense. He made the class seem less boring. His arms would animatedly wave around when he spoke about the plays and how every detail light his eyes up.

Professor Jax kept making a point to turn towards her but Roxanne tried to keep her head down for the most of the class.

As soon as the bell rang, Roxanne knew she had to make a run for it. At that point, Roxanne definitely decided that he probably forgotten about the whole charade.

But the moment his eyes locked with hers, she knew she was doomed.

"Miss Jones I would like to see you after class."

She paused. Literally froze.

Oh no, not this again.

She never understood why he decided to set his hunting gaze on her. Not that she was anything like the girls who sit in front of his class making it a point for them to get noticed by him. She always kept herself in the shadows because she hated how she felt with him.

"Sir, I have a class.."

"It's lunch hour. What class may you be occupied at this point of time ?" His polite tone ran through her.

Urgh, how she hated him.

Caught.

"Su-sure sir."

She heads over to his desk, in front of the large empty classroom. Though, Roxanne looked bold, she was anything but.

When she came in front, he leaned back a bit, his white ironed shirt stretching over his body.
His body had not an ounce of fat, he was a man made human built of clay and just flesh and bones and muscles... she could go on and on.

She always thought his piercing on his left ear was sexy and juvenile and up close, she tried hard not to stare at it.

She gazed at his eyes. Nothing giving away in his eyes, she tried to focus her eyes at his.

This is difficult.

"I asked you to sit in front."

A statement. He didn't question her.

"Yes."

'Keep the talking to a minimum Roxanne',she thought to herself.

"Yet you sat back. Where you always sit."

The fact that he noticed was unnerving her.

"Yes."

"Yes, what ?"

"Yes sir ?" She questioned at him, raising her eyebrow at the slightest.

His nostrils flared, clearly not liking the way things were going.

"Roxanne, you will sit in front."

"But why sir ? I barely talk."

"I want you in front of me next class. If you don't.." He left his threat hanging.

"Yes sir."

That's all there is she could say.

Obviously, Roxanne wasn't going to listen to this dumbhead, this gorgeous dumbhead.

"Next class then." He dismisses her with the wave of his hand.

Feeling conflicted, she leaves the class.

Later that evening, Roxanne was going through her Macbeth's copy when suddenly thoughts of her professor came into her mind. There she was getting punished for not reading to her text and he stood this time, mere inches away from her.

She could hear him say, "Get down on your knees." To her mortal shock, she actually does. Her sex clenches in anticipation. What is wrong with her ? She never does think of things that are ... wrong.

As she shakes her head, trying to get back to her reading, she gets lost in her thoughts again.

This time she sees herself ripping off that perfectly ironed white shirt of his and dragging her nails down, biting that pierced ear. Hearing him moan out loud, gave her a flush down her throat.

"Crap ! Stop it, Roxanne. Stop thinking about him. It's not like he thinking about you at all."

She hated this feeling.

She tried to avoid it. She knows her professor wouldn't come close to even feeling anything for her because of the fact that she was just a student. So all her traitorous thoughts affect her and only her and she has nothing to do about it.

Roxanne was a virgin.

It's wasn't like she was saving herself for anybody, it was just not there. Yes, she was a hungry animal when it comes to masturbating. Her own friends keep telling her that when she meets the guy to fuck her, she would be wild.

Clearly not gaining any ground with her book, she decided to call it a night and goes straight to bed. Hoping she didn't have to see his beautiful pierced earring face again. Ever.