Professor Pleasure - College Professor-Student Erotic Story

By Kimberly Connor

"I know I can't have her… she's one of my students, after all. But I can't resist her, and she knows it."

 

When I left my innocent life behind for college, I finally found someone I wanted. But I didn't expect it to be him. He wasn't some college boy but a man. But also—my professor.

It's forbidden. Not appropriate. It can never be more than a fantasy.

Until I realize that he wants me, too. I saw the lust in his eyes… and felt it against my leg. Now it's all I can think about. I did come here to make new experiences and leave my innocent old me behind. My body aches and trembles with forbidden desire, and I don't know if I can keep myself under control.

 

A short, steaming hot story of Alice and her hot professor - and about breaking out of your shell to experience adventures and pleasures like never before. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimberly Connor
• Release date: Jun 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393317364

Book preview

Chapter 1

I’ll be honest. I usually didn’t ask professors questions after class, but today, I couldn’t resist. Mr. Rich was wearing a silky white shirt that stretched across his body, and I just wanted to hear his soft, British accent up close. Purred into my ear, if possible.

Makes sense, Professor Richardson, I answered as he finished explaining. So these curves... I continued and stepped to the whiteboard, they really just represent the distribution?

Exactly, Alice. Look, if we... he stepped closer and took my place as he drew notes next to the curves on the whiteboard.

With his back turned toward me, my eyes wandered down his body. Just like his shirt, his grey dress pants were tight-fitting. My thighs tingled as I looked up from his athletic legs to his tight ass—or bum, as he would probably say.

I quickly looked up at his hands again and watched him write. If he had turned around and caught me staring, I would have literally died of embarrassment. This was so not like me. Also, I actually needed to pay attention. The subject would be on the final exam.

I stepped closer, almost looking over his shoulder. This way, my eyes couldn’t wander anywhere they had no business of going. I swallowed and focused on his voice. Smooth and soft, and almost excited. I didn’t care much about math, but he made it worth listening to. But as soon as my eyes looked over at his face, traced his strong jawline and light stubble, my mind was picturing his lips on mine instead.

How did a guy like him become a professor again? Weren’t men like him either famous actors or famous athletes?

...and that’s why—oh! he turned around to me too quickly, knocking me back with his shoulder. I stumbled back, frozen with embarrassment and about