After the woman suddenly uttered those words out, I didn't know why, but I felt this strange feeling run down my spine. He looked at me and instantly began feeling nervous. This was my lame attempt to avoid him and getting away from him as soon as possible. I didn't even think clearly about this, and I also didn't think it mattered to him.
But he there he was standing, looking at me and not looking very happy about this. Instead, responded rather calmly to the news, with a question, I didn't see coming. "Bonnie, are you avoiding me?"
"No," I lied and then looked at the woman, "I just think, I should give Professor Pots a try."
"Wasn't he your freshman professor?"
"Yes…he was…" I cleared my throat and stood with my legs more pressed together. Things were going to get awkward, and I didn't want the receptionist to notice what was going on. I was going to get in a lot of trouble if she saw what was going on. He just gave me a kiss and he made the move. That was the truth, yet even then, I'd be putting his whole career I in jeopardy and I didn't want that, especially not for him.
"Is there a problem, sir?" The woman eventually asked him.
I looked at him as if I waited for him to respond, worried about how he might respond. He was in a trance, but then he looked at her and with an intense stare, he said this, "Bonnie Heathworth, does not want a transfer. I will remain as her lecturer, and you will get back to work. Drink a cup of coffee and make yourself useful."
That all sounded a bit like much. It sounded more to me like he was giving her a command and when I looked at the woman, she didn't even look at me, not even once to check if it was okay with me first. She did exactly as he said and went to sit back on her chair, before she began failing her nails, while drinking a cup of coffee. That was weird, and I even thought that he had some high position here on campus, but he wasn't the chancellor or something.
"Come with me, Bonnie." He turned on his heels and headed to the door.
I didn't know if I was supposed to follow him, but my feet managed to that on their own. I was right behind him, facing ahead and even trying my best to keep up with his long strides. I had this strange sense of being in trouble, but also felt like I just made things weird and uncomfortable between us. He kissed me and right after that I requested for a transfer. Something tells me that he might think he scared me off.
We didn't go to the auditorium. We were actually walking to the library and then headed inside. He then took me to some stairs at the far back before he leaded the way up. He took me to his office and this entire time, he had an office of his own, inside the library.
As soon as we walked in and the door closed behind me, it no longer felt like the library. The atmosphere was entirely different, and the scent in here was different too. It was pretty spacious and as I looked at the interior of the room, all I could think of was the places where he could bend me over or pin me down. The dirty thoughts were coming back again.
"Have a seat," I heard him say.
I looked at him. Those blue eyes staring intently at me, waiting for me to sit like he asked me to. I obeyed him and went to sit down, trying my best to get comfortable in the seat. He no longer looked angry to me.
He took a spot right next to me. Leaning against his desk before, he folded his arms. His biceps bulging and his muscles rippling under his thin shirt.
The room was then filled with silence, and in that time I didn't stare at him for too long.
"Why do you want a transfer?" He asked me.
"It's not what you think, sir."
"Believe me, when I tell you, I'm not mad. I'm just confused because I recall you telling me two hours ago that you wanted me to take your virginity. What changed?"
And then it began. The way he so casually said that, just irked something in me again and my crotch began to ache again.
As if Tobit noticed the disturbance I was experiencing between my legs, he came closer to me. His one hand on top of my chair and his other on my knee. "Answer the question, Bonnie. Don't you want me to deflower you anymore?"
Heat rushed to my cheeks. His hand was now on my knee, and I tensed up even more when he moved it further up my leg. But I couldn't let him break me so easily, not so soon.
So I told him the first thing, I should've said two hours ago. "T-this is wrong, sir. I can't let you deflower me. You're my professor, and I am only your student. We have to keep things professional." I told him, while trying to put up a straight face and seem as serious as possible. I needed him to take me seriously. Even though my body was feeling otherwise.
"Professional?" he lifted an eyebrow. His hand reached my inner thigh right before it suddenly slipped between my legs. "We both know that you aren't concerned about the rules. You are only human, Bonnie and deep down you have temptations. I can feel it, just look at how wet you are for me." His voice sounded like it was in my head. He was rubbing my crotch while saying dirty things to me, and it was getting to my head. I even lifted my hips to push my sopping cunt into his hand because I wanted more friction. I wanted to ease this aching feeling I have for him.
"Forget what I said!" I pleaded and looked at him. I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to take me already, "I want to do it. I want you to deflower!"
"I thought so."
And then his hand suddenly moved away. My pussy was feeling hot, and my undergarments were entirely soaked by my juices. It was unclear whether I came or not, but it didn't help the cravings. The cravings for him.
"Get up and take your clothes off. I am going to deflower you, Bonnie." He stood back, giving me some room.
This was really happening, and I was still a hot and nervous fuck. But I was also very horny and horny to the point where I did stand up and take my clothes off. This burning desire was completely taking over and as soon as I felt the air around my naked skin, I felt free.
I lifted my gaze and there was no sign of him, but then I felt his hot breath behind me. Down my neck.
"What a goddess," He whispered and cooed in my ear.
His large hands then came around and groped my breasts. Squeezing them and massaging them before his lips kissed my neck and sucked on the side of my neck.
He wasn't named at the time, but the only thing separating me from his body was his thin clothing. And I sure as hell felt his dick grind against my ass. It felt huge.
"Are you ready?" He then asked me.
My breath hitched as I moaned from the squeezing around my breast. I then nodded my head.
"Yes, I'm ready, Professor."
And on that day I lost my virginity.