Lusting After My Hot Professor

Nora's POV

I strolled through the college hallway with a depressed demeanor and a sharp tuft of tired sigh leaving my lips at numerous intervals.

Being an honor student at the top of her class was an extremely draining thing for me. To maintain my high grades, I had no boyfriend or whatever, and I had to wake up at ungodly hours in the middle of the night to study.

I sighted my lecture theatre and I strolled in with another sharp exhale of exasperation. My best friend and roommate, Laura Smith was seated at the front row as usual with her nose deep in her phone, and her airpods plugged in her ears.

I trekked to the front, and took my seat on the empty chair I found next to her. Of course, Laura didn't notice me as she was still laughing to something on her phone.

I shook my head in mock pity before I plugged an airpod out of her ear. She made to glare at me, thinking it was a stranger but her glare softened when she saw me.

"Who were you laughing with?" I scoffed, retrieving my jotting pad from my tote bag.

"My babe," Laura squealed, and gave me a side hug.

I huffed once more as she shook me and placed a peck on my cheek.

"Stop doing that, Laura. I'm not Oscar, go meet him if you're horny or something," I muttered, shrugging myself out of her hold.

Oscar was Laura's boyfriend since high school, he was three years our senior, and he worked as an assistant lecturer in our school.

She let out a groan of complaint before uttering, "We already fucked in the parking lot this morning. I rode him, and he came so hard. Nora, you need to see how much he re-"

I placed a hand to her face, "Okay, that's enough. TMI, I didn't need to know that today. Now, I'm going to be scarred for life, thanks babe," I rolled my eyes.

Laura just giggled, "You're welcome, babe,"

"By the way, have you seen the new professor yet?" Laura asked as I swigged some water from a bottle.

I frowned in confusion, bringing the bottle down from my lips, "What new professor?"

"Have you been living under a rock, Nora?" She gasped.

I shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe. But seriously, what professor? Are we really having a new professor? And for what course?" I rambled out in a breath.

"It's quite surprising that the top student of our entire faculty has no idea of everything going on. Yes, it's for this course," Laura replied.

I nodded, "That's cool. Did something happen with Mr. Hampson the former professor?"

"Yeah, he's getting transfered to California. He told us about this yesterday though, where the heck did you throw your mind during his lecture?"

"I have no idea, Laura," I muttered before swigging some water once more from my bottle.

What, I mean, who I saw trek into the room almost made me choke on the water. I coughed wildly as I released the bottle, inwardly thanking Laura for being mindful enough to rub my back in soothing circles.

"What's wrong with you today, babe? Is everything okay?" Laura asked, with concern flashing across her hazel eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, I just thought of something," I lied, a little rushed.

After I was calm from my coughing fits, I averted my gaze to the gorgeously fascinating vision of the man who literally took my breath away when he stepped into the room.

He was tall. Impressively and sexily tall.

Underneath his trenchcoat and turtleneck sweater, I knew he hid rock-hard muscles as they flexed when he moved.

His biceps were huge, and looked so fucking powerful. My mouth watered in lust as my eyes roamed down to his thick, gorgeous thighs. His thighs looked like a throne which I desperately ached to put my ass on.

Subconsciously, I ran my tongue over my lips as my gaze averted to his face. The most prominent and unreal features in the world all sat on it.

Honestly, this man didn't seem like he was born. He looked like he was created, with so much care and delicacy for him to look that perfect.

His siren gray eyes seemed like they could pierce into my soul to deduce my thoughts. His jawline was so sharp and clean shaven, and looked like it could cut into anything. His pointed nose sat regally at the center of his gorgeous face. He also had jet-black hair with a sexy undercut underneath.

Finally, my eyes took in the shape and curve of his lips.

They were drawn into a thin line as he stared at something on the podium. He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, and I almost creamed my panties with desire.

I gulped thirstily as I stared mindlessly at him.

How could a person look so damn perfect?

In my twenty one years of existence, I had never been attracted to a man like I was to the man on the podium.

I had always been the studious, good girl of the family whose purity parents wanted their daughters to emulate.

I didn't know what was happening to me but one thing was for sure, I really liked it.

The man cleared his throat into the microphone, and there were muffled mumblings and mutterings in the hall. Amidst the ruckus of noise, someone moaned, and the thunderous sound of laughter filled the hall afterward.

Honestly, I didn't blame whoever it was that moaned.

Because I'd have done so, if I could.

The man's sensual gaze was enough to get anyone shivering with a mouth-watering climax.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I am Bruce Castillo, your new professor for anatomy. I hope we all get along well," He muttered into the microphone with a dimpled smile.

Oh my goodness! He had dimples! Fucking dimples!

Could the man get anymore perfect than he already was?

His voice sounded so fucking heavenly. It was deep yet cool and velvety.

A crazy thought flashed across my mind as I watched him talk.

What would it feel like to have this man whisper into my ears as he fingered me into an orgasm?

"So, for today, we won't do anything yet. Today is for introduction and I'd be back in two days for our practical, have a nice day," He concluded, interrupting my wanton thoughts as he grabbed his computer and trekked down from the stage.

"You are so hot professor," A girl yelled as he was about to step out of the hall.

He just flashed an amused smile towards the person before he shook his head, and left quietly.

I felt somewhat deflated that he didn't notice me for no good reason.

"He's so fucking hot, Nora," Laura whispered, moments after Bruce left.

I could only nod silently in agreement as I stared at the closed door with immense want.

I wanted Bruce so bad.

Nora's POV

"Nora?" Laura whispered, nudging me with her elbow as we walked into the laboratory.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Why is the laboratory actually packed and filled with students?" She asked, sidling beside me to our allocated laboratory stools.

"I have no idea either. It's probably because the professor is hot or something," I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Wait! Oh my goodness, Nora!" Laura whispered-yelled, theatrically clasping her hand over her mouth.

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at her, "What?"

"You just called a guy hot!" She muttered, her eyes twinkling with awe and a dash of mischief.

"Oh." I huffed, inwardly cringing at the manner I was shamelessly whipped for the professor.

"I've known you since kindergarten, and you've like never ever called a male specie attractive talk more of hot," She said, arching her fingers suggestively at the "male specie" part.

I just shook my head and said nothing, "Yeah, whatever,"

"So, all these while your type was a Pilf and I didn't know about it?"

"What is a Pilf?" I snorted, already tired of Laura teasing me.

"Professor I'd like to fuck," She said, and raised her brows before winking.

I just shook my head, clearly done with her as I pulled my stationeries out of my bag.

"I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting. I was looking for the specimen we are going to use for today," Bruce's deep baritone seeped into my ears as he emerged from the preparation room in his dashing glory with a box in his gloved hands.

"You're sexy, prof. So, you're forgiven," Laura yelled, drawing Bruce's attention towards us.

I stepped on her toes under the table, as I darted a glare at her. As I turned to stare stylishly at Bruce, I realized his gaze was also fixated on me.

I swallowed nervously as he flashed a killer smile in my direction.

"Thanks for forgiving me," He chuckled, causing me to lower my gaze to the floor.

The entire class except me laughed along to his reply. I was too nervous to find his statement funny.

Why was I like this? Why was like a puddle of whipped goo for this sex-on-legs man?

He settled at the head of the table where his seat at the professor and coordinator of the practical was.

"So, we're going to learn about the internal and external features of the vagina," He started, retrieving a foiled material from the box, and causing my ears and face to redden with embarrassment.

Oh, fuck. No. No. No. Please no.

As expected, the entire class laughed, with some people making suggestive noises.

"You can learn about the features of my vagina," Someone said, and everyone gasped.

I saw Bruce lock his jaw, obviously stunned by the shocking yet shameless utterance.

"Whoever that was should never say that again, or I'm going to find them and make them drop out of this class. There are boundaries to jokes, so let's respect each other, okay?" He advised sternly, causing an awkward silence to envelope the ambiance.

"Okay," We replied solemnly.

I wasn't supposed to find tte way he spoke harshly attractive but like the twenty-one-year-old thirsty virgin I was, I did.

I quickly cleared my throat and shook my head to shrug the thoughts off.

"So, as I was saying earlier before the interruption. We are starting the week with the internal and external features of the vagina," Bruce explained, unwrapping the foil from the specimen.

I gasped in shock when I saw the specimen. It was a life-size rubber vagina.

I gulped shakily as I felt the pit of my belly clench with thirst and a mild sense of envy.

I was envious of the vagina. I desperately ached to be in place of that vagina, to have my warmth caressed sensually like Bruce was doing to the rubber.

I wet my lips before a choked moan disguised as a cough left my lips.

"So, this area, the vulva, can anyone tell me about it?" Bruce asked, yanking me out of my lustful reverie as he stroked the vulva.

A guy raised his hand up and Bruce called him to answer. I successfully blurred out his answer, with my gaze focused to the tender mannerism at which Bruce fondled with the rubber.

I felt something wet and sticky slide out of me into my panties as he rubbed the dummy's clitoris.

Oh, fuck. Why was Bruce doing this to me? Why was he indirectly torturing me like this?

It seemed the guy from earlier had answered the question correctly as I saw Bruce nod in satisfaction at him, with a smile stretching his kissable lips.

"As for the clitoris, it is the sensational part of the vagina. It is like a beady flesh," He explained, sliding his finger down the clitoris to the opening of the vagina.

At that, I let out a choked sigh which thankfully went unnoticed by Laura as she was engrossed in taking down notes.

I placed my head on the table as I unbuckled my pants, and slotted my hands into my panties, down my crotch. Stylishly, I squirmed on the stool until my fingers were directly placed on my clitoris just like the professor's were.

I bit on my arm to stifle a moan as I watched him work his fingers around the dummy's pussy lips.

"Are you feeling sick, babe?" Laura asked, tapping my other arm.

I shook my head fervently, "N-no, I'm good,"

"Okay, then," She nodded before turning back to the class.

I let out a relieved sigh before I averted my stare back to Bruce's dexterous fingers.

I dimmed his voice to a low hum, and focused on his fingers. The way he maneuvered his gloved digits into the dummy's warmth. I imagined myself in the dummy's place.

I envisioned Bruce placing me on the laboratory table without the class present. I'd be naked, and my nipples would be erect with overstimulation.

He'd gaze up at me with lust flashing across his gray orbs, and lick his lips. Afterward, he'll slip three fingers inside me at once.

I'd moan in pleasure as he deftly thrusts his fingers deeper. I'd cry and tell him to fuck me already, while I feel myself gradually reaching the zenith of my sexual fulfilment.

He'd chuckle softly before replacing his fingers with his mouth to eat me out. I'd grab his head, and cry to him that I am about to come.

He'd then urge me to come in his mouth, and I'd do so while letting out a guttural moan.

I scissored myself faster as my breath got hitched in my throat to my lewd thoughts. My belly clenched for a split second, and I bit on my arm harder as I arrived in my panties.

Afterward, I sighed deeply in satisfaction before steering my mind back to the class.

I was petrified when I saw Bruce's gaze focused on me. My eyes gaped in shock when I realized the whole class had their attention on me.

Fuck, had I been too loud? Had they watched me finger myself?

"The girl in glasses, why weren't you paying attention?" He asked.

I gazed at the voidness behind me before I stared back at him.

Don't act dumb, Nora. He was obviously talking to you. My mind unhelpfully supplied

With my heart in my mouth, I shook my head in negation.

"Meet me in my office after the class ends," He muttered before continuing with the practical.

I could sense Laura literally drilling holes into my skull with her piercing gaze, but I ignored it as I sat upright on the stool, with two things on my mind.

I was fucked.

But on the bright side, I wasn't found out.

Bruce's POV

I trekked into my office with an exasperated sigh, peeled off my trenchcoat, draped it around the coat rack before plopping tiredly on the swivel chair.

Damn, being a professor in a health-related field was extremely draining.

I scrubbed my hands over my face with a sharp exhale before reclining against the headrest with a satisfied exhale.

My phone vibrated abruptly with a message which I ignored. I already knew it was, and I didn't want to ruin my sour mood further by going through her message.

I heard a knock on the door from behind, and instantly, I sat upright, momentarily discarding the thought of the bane of my existence into my mental trashcan.

"Come in," I uttered, tidying my desk to make it look more presentable.

Not that it wasn't already presentable though, I just felt the need to do so.

The beautiful blonde damsel in glasses who I had asked to see me after the practical ended, strolled in tentatively with the textbook clasped against her chest tightening her boobs, and teasing a peek of her gorgeous cleavage.

Nora Simpson. I had looked her up on the school website on the way back to my office.

I wasn't surprised when I found out that she was a top student. I mean, she looked like a a typical nerd but there was just something peculiar about her that I couldn't put a finger on.

Maybe it was the voluptuous highlight of her lithe curvy body in the baggy v-neck shirt and sweatpants she had on or maybe it was the gorgeous blue hue of her eyes or the luscious fullness of her pink lips, I didn't know.

All I knew was that she was a goddess whose beautiful face and body shouldn't be concealed by the large medicated glasses, and baggy outfit she had on.

"Uhm, sir. I'm here," She started, in the softest of voices.

Goodness, her voice sounded so feathery and delicate.

I nodded, and motioned to the empty seat opposite me, "Have a seat,"

"Thank you, sir," Nora uttered, taking her seat on the chair.

For a moment, I almost forgot the reason I had summoned her into my office because I was lost in her ethereal beauty, and the way she nibbled nervously on her plump lips.

I wondered what they would taste like or what they would feel like wrapped around my cock as an orgasm rippled through me.

What the heck, Bruce? What the actual fuck? I chided myself inwardly for my obscene way of thinking.

"I'm sorry for not paying attention during the practical. I wasn't feeling too well, but I didn't want to disturb the peace of the class, so I didn't ask for your permission to go home. Please forgive me, sir. I won't do such anymore," Nora suddenly rambled out in a breath, momentarily startling me.

"Oh, really? How are you feeling now?"

"I'm better, thanks,"

"But you should have at least said something, and I've given you the permission to leave. I don't bite, so what exactly were you afraid of?" I chuckled, shaking my head as I trekked over to her side, and rested my back against the table to face her.

She seemed startled and more nervous when she stared up at me.

"Yeah, you don't, sir. I'm sorry," Nora muttered.

"So, I take it that you didn't learn anything from today's practical, right? Would you like me to teach you all over again?" I offered her, totally not because I wanted to spend more time with Nora, to bask in her gentle vanilla scent.

Yeah, totally not.

I was startled when she gasped and fervently shook her head in refusal, "No, sir. Thanks for your offer, sir. I really appreciate it but I learned everything from the practical already, so you don't need to teach me," She babbled.

I swallowed the lump of disappointment in my throat, and nodded, "Okay. Then, can you show me your notes?"

"Yes, sir," Nora replied, retrieving a notebook from her bag, giving me enough time to admire her perfect side profile.

I perched, and hovered behind her sat form as we went through her notes for the day.

I was impressed. Despite Nora's illness, she had jotted down everything I taught them.

Why couldn't all students be like her?

Why couldn't they be pretty, intelligent and sexy like her?

"Good job, Nora. You did great," I nodded, staring at the curved slope of her nose, and the gentle manner at which her long eyelashes fanned her eyes.

Nora steered her gaze at my face, and I gulped harshly as my stare dropped to her lips.

Her pretty pink lips. I nervously wet my bottom lip as I eyed them.

At that moment, I desperately itched to know what they tasted like. It was as if I had suddenly gotten possessed by the god of lust.

I tried to yank myself from her, and ask her to leave before I did something horrible to her, but I just couldn't do it. My brain wasn't cooperating with my heart to get away from her.

I craned my neck downward, bopped my nose with hers, darted one last stare at her lips before I made to seal my lips over hers.

I was about to taste the sweetness of Nora's lips when.....

Someone violently knocked on the door, instantly jolting me out of my wanton reverie, and causing Nora to fearfully jerk up from the chair.

She didn't look me in the eyes as she put her book inside her bag, silently bowed to me before sprinting out of the room.

Immediately Nora left, an elderly woman dressed in purple scrubs and a cap trekked in with a mop stick, and a pail in her hold. I suppressed the urge to glare at her when she smiled at me.

"Hello, professor. I'm the cleaner, and I'm here to clean your office for the day," She said.

"Okay. I'll step out a bit," I muttered, grabbing my MacBook and cellphone from my desk before trekking out of the office, inwardly hoping to see Nora and apologize for my perverted behavior.

As expected, she was nowhere to be found.

I forked my fingers through my hair as an exasperated exhale left my lips.

What the hell had I done?