Campus Seduction: The Professor's Harem Book One

By Quinn Abernathy

All I think about is sleeping with my professor. Does that make me a slut?

Josh Pearse is an Olympian swimmer, decorated war hero, and successful software developer who's worth half a billion dollars. He's also my college professor and he's hot! Seriously hot!

I never in a million years thought I'd actually act on my fantasies, but after flirting with the professor after class I received a mysterious call to come to his home. Mina, his assistant, met me and after the third-degree made me an offer I simply couldn't refuse.

Join the Professor's Harem. Fulfill all of my fantasies. Become his.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quinn Abernathy
• Release date: Sep 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370831333

Quinn Abernathy

Quinn Abernathy believes in using her hyper-active imagination and experiences to write thrilling, adventurous, and entertaining erotica.For Quinn, sex is an exploration - and she enjoys delving into the minds of her characters as they experiment with various adventures, fetishes and taboos. Her goal as a writer is to translate her sexual imagination directly to the pages of her readers by writing novellas and serial stories with amazing characters, incredible settings, and mind-blowing sex.She writes from both the female and male point of view, depending on the story, with the goal of capturing the true essence of the pleasure experienced by her characters.She hopes you enjoy reading her work as much as she enjoys writing it.

Book preview

I stood in front of the lectern and surveyed the thirty-four students sitting in front of me. It was 9:58 am and my first class of the semester started in two minutes. Most of the students stared back at me, while a few others looked down at their smartphones on their desk, and yet a few more carried on discreet conversations before the class began.

I enjoyed these two minutes immensely. It’s not to say that I don’t enjoy teaching, for imparting knowledge and helping these students grow is what I’ve decided to dedicate a significant part of my time. However, in these two minutes, every student in front of me has unlimited potential. It is only after I introduce myself and take the first roll that the students actually become real - and with that come their limitations and deficiencies. Some will surprise me with their intelligence and drive. Others will frustrate me with their laziness and poor attitude. As a whole, they will just be yet another class with some good and some bad, a few diamonds and a few bad apples.

But for the next thirty seconds they all have the potential to be the most amazing individuals I’ve ever taught.

Good morning. My name is Professor Pearse, and this is Intro to Entrepreneurship. Thirty-four sets of eyes stared at me blankly, likely wondering if this class was everything they thought it would be. For the previous two minutes, they had each probably looked at me and thought this had the potential to be the best class they’ve ever had. Now, they’d get their answer.

For those of you who are here for English Lit 101 or Intro to Psych, now’s probably the time to leave. I paused to let the joke sink in and watched as a third of the students smiled back. I say the same line as an ice breaker every semester, but about half the time someone actually gets up and leaves.

For the next fifty minutes I introduced my class to the requirements and expectations of my course. My classes were usually about 60/40 female-to-male, but this particular one was at least 70% female. My ego was whispering that this might be because word had gotten around about the new amazingly-attractive adjunct professor, but my brain was shouting that it was either an anomaly or shifting demographics within the student population. Either way, I had to admit I enjoyed looking at all the young women arrayed in front of me in all shapes, colors and sizes.

I was not the traditional professor at this university, and at 29 years old was both one of the youngest, yet also one of the most experienced in my field. I didn’t have a PhD, at least not a formal one. What I did have was a love of teaching, an Olympic Gold medal, a Silver Star, and a net worth of $672 million. Yes, that’s right - while the love of teaching and veteran’s preference didn’t hurt, I was under no illusion that the massive donation I made to the university, as well as my immense success growing one of the most successful online gaming companies, was what allowed me the opportunity to put Professor before my name and attempt to impart some wisdom onto the thirty-four souls who registered for my course.

Madison

I feel like such a slut.

Normally I tried to sit in the back of the class, but here I was with two of my good friends jockeying for center seats in the front row of Professor Pearse’s class. God he’s hot! Today I even wore a pushup bra and unbuttoned my tight blouse an extra button hoping he’d notice.

Kailey says it’s his fuck-me green eyes. Emma says it’s his aloof athleticism, whatever that is. I haven’t been able to put it in words, but I guess if I had to it would probably be self-confidence. Yes, that’s it. He exudes this sexy confidence that draws you in like the mother spaceship, the closer you get the more you realize you’re powerless to change trajectory.

And there’s one thing we all agree one - he’s probably amazing in bed.

He’s tall. I’ve read his bio a hundred times and it says he’s 6’2" but he seems taller.

He’s fit. He has the broad shoulders and trim hips of the Olympic swimmer he once was and he looks like he still swims or works out religiously. His light brown hair is longer than I would have expected from an Army officer, but it adds to his counter-culture mystique.

He’s rich. Holy shit is he fucking rich. His bio says he’s worth at least half a billion dollars. Yes, billion with a B.

He’s smart. I guess you have to be to be a professor, but it’s more than that. He speaks in a way that students just get it, and you can tell he would be an amazing boss to work for. I guess it’s probably leadership, or whatever, but he makes you just want to be near him and people just do what he says because he’s probably always right.

Did I mention he’s rich?

His class is pretty interesting, but I only took it because it filled an elective requirement for my degree, there was no research paper, and Kailey talked me into it. Now, though, all I think about is wondering what he’d be like in bed. I’m sure most young women like me have fantasized about a teacher, but never in such a realistic way as I do with Professor Pearse. Instead of fantasizing about having sex, now I actually plan how to seduce him. I know I’ll never do it, but I think about it all the time.

I could slip him a note.

I could brush against him while asking him a question after class.

I could walk into his office during office hours and shut the door behind me.

I could knock on his door late on a weeknight when he’s home alone.

I could email him anonymously as his secret admirer.

I’m such a slut.

Josh

Mid-September is definitely my favorite time of the year here. The days are warm and the nights crisp. It’s light out until just after dinner and the leaves are just thinking of turning in a few short weeks. Football’s in season and winter seems forever away.

I only have one class this semester, to allow me to focus more of my time finishing my book. A lot of people had been encouraging me to write an autobiography, but all I really wanted to write was a fictional novel. As a voracious reader, becoming a novelist is at the very top of my bucket list. It’s much more difficult than I anticipated.

To take a break from writing, I had developed a habit of working out and going for a long swim at the university pool right around dinner time. It wasn’t very crowded, and I could swim a couple thousand yards at a leisurely pace until my mind was blank.

Staring at the long black line at the bottom of the pool was therapeutic for me. After a hard workout in the gym it was nice to unwind in the pool, releasing my mind to analyze the day’s events. Whether it was organizing key thoughts for my novel, assessing financial advice I’d been given, or reviewing the day’s class lecture, the first hour in the pool let me clear away the detritus of the day. For the second hour, my mind normally wandered to sex.

For some reason, this semester most of my swims ended with my thinking of the young women in my class. It started as a game. I would picture the class seating chart in my head and then go through the rows and wonder what each young woman would be like in bed. As a successful, good-looking guy I’d had my share of women, and I was experienced enough to know that, like a book, the cover is not always indicative of the quality. From the mousey bookworm 2nd row left, to the three volleyball players front and center, to the talkative chubby girl on the right, to the goth girl in the back row, I went through each of the twenty-four female students in my class.

The first few swims after the semester started I made up a game of trying to remember each of the twenty-four women and assessing how I thought they’d be in bed and what their favorite position likely was. Mousey girl Anna - animal in bed once awakened. Chubby girl Taylor - open to trying anything. Tall volleyball center Emma - loves to ride cowgirl. Short Kailey - doggy or missionary. Madison - super hot but probably timid and inexperienced in bed.

After having analyzed and assessed each student several times during the course of various swim workouts, I had recently taken to picking one or two women and letting the fantasy expand. I’d develop a scenario where we would end up having a sexual affair and let my mind wander into the details of the sexual encounter. I often found myself getting quite aroused while swimming, and would sometimes have to extend my work and shift my focus to sports or something unrelated in order for my erection to subside enough to allow me to exit the pool without embarrassment.

Today’s swim was another enjoyable one, and after a quick shower in the locker room my mind quickly shifted to food. I put on an old Special Forces sweatshirt over my shorts and t-shirt, grabbed my backpack, and headed out of the university’s brand new indoor sports complex that contained the pool, fitness center, and basketball and volleyball arena. I owned a renovated Victorian house just a few blocks from campus, and as I set out on my normal course home I debated whether I wanted to cook or order takeout. The bachelor life was not always conducive to healthy eating decisions.

Hi Professor!

Hello Professor Pearse.

I quickly turned towards the sound of the greetings to see three of my students sitting along the stone wall just outside the doors to the sports complex. These were the three volleyball players from my class, and from their freshly-showered wet hair and backpacks it appeared that they were just leaving after evening practice.

Why hello ladies. Getting ready for your next game? I knew little about volleyball, but often tried to make the university athletic events throughout the seasons, especially if I had a student on the team.

They each seemed about to answer but Kailey, the short blond, was first to speak. Yes, Professor. Big home game this weekend against Duke. You should come.

I wouldn’t miss it, Kailey. I’ll be there. They each smiled, as the moment turned a bit awkward with the four of us standing there.

Well, ladies, I’m sure you’re off to dinner so I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your evening. I turned to walk away to the chorus of them saying thank you and have a good night.

Uh, Professor Pearse? I turned to see that Madison had stood up and was facing me, her face blushing. We’re headed to Macadoo’s for a sandwich, would you care to join us?

The other two girls looked as stunned as I must have. I had never been asked by a student to do anything socially, and wasn’t quite sure of the protocol. I knew there was nothing unethical in having dinner with them, and I also didn’t want to offend them by turning them down without reason. Before my mind could come up with a good excuse, my mouth smiled and made the decision for me.

You know what, Madison. I’d enjoy that. I’m starving and was just wondering what I was going to do for dinner. You’ve solved my dilemma. Shall we?

Madison and I turned together in the direction of Macadoo’s at the edge of campus and began walking, Kailey and Emma following right behind us.

Kailey

I can’t believe she actually did it! Asking Professor Pearse out to dinner? That is so out of character for Madison - I’m in utter shock. You go girl!

I mean, I knew she had a crush on him. We all do I think. But I would never have thought Madison would be the one to actually have the guts to act on it. Normally, I was the one that made bold advances like that.

Emma and I followed Maddie and Professor Pearse as we walked the few blocks across campus over to Macadoo’s. This was the first time I’d seen him out of class and his normal professor attire. He was even sexier from behind. I was distracted from staring at his well-muscled calfs by the tight curve of his ass in the slim nylon shorts he was wearing. I imagined that he was commando, and wondered what it would be like to reach around and cup his manhood in my hands.

My smile was interrupted by Emma hip-checking me on the side walk.

Why don’t you just fuck him right here on the side walk? She whispered as we walked behind them.

C’mon, girl. I’m just admiring. Nothing wrong with that. I nudged her back, my hip to her lower thigh as she had almost six inches height on me. Don’t be jealous, Em. Maybe we should do him together?

I said it in jest but the confused expression on Emma’s face made me wonder how she took it. Her face smiled at the joke, but her eyes flashed serious. Maybe she actually was jealous.

Madison and the professor were chatting away ahead of us as we entered the town’s most popular restaurant for sandwiches and hanging out. We were directed by the hostess to one of the large six-person booths and I immediately slid all the way in on one side, followed quickly by Madison. I assumed Emma would sit on the other side with Professor Pearse, but like a pack-mule she followed closely behind Madison so that all three of us were on one side. It was a bit awkward as the professor realized he would be sitting across from us alone.

We each studied the menus but my personality couldn’t tolerate the silence.

So, Professor, do you come here a lot?

Actually, I come here quite a bit, Kailey. How about you, ladies? Is this a popular spot for the volleyball team.

Madison was drinking her water and Emma continued to stare into the menu so I guess it was up to me to answer his question. I don’t know about the entire volleyball team, but yeah, we do come here a lot too. What’s your favorite sandwich?

Mmmm. Not sure I have one. My personality tends to lean towards wanting to try everything on the menu. I was sure he was flirting with me, but when I raised my eyes to meet his I couldn’t tell as his smile didn’t reach his eyes. He had very serious eyes, the kind that almost look right through