My Professor's Gift

By Skye Hunter

You know that professor everyone has? That sexy dreamboat you spend your college years lusting after? Well I did more than lust; I showed up in his office stark naked and tried to seduce him. Only it didn't quite work out like I imagined. But then he showed up in my dorm room and made me an offer. Hit a 4.0 next year and he'd give me a gift. Can I do it and could that gift be what I think it is?

This is a short story(approx 13300 words) that involves hot scenes between a college student and her gorgeous older professor. It contains graphic and explicit sexual detail and is intended for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Skye Hunter
• Release date: Dec 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540180254

Skye Hunter

Skye Hunter is a business professional who writes erotica in her spare time. She writes from both points of view and loves to see her fantasies lived out in print. Look for my other books by searching my name. 

Book preview

He was warm and his skin tasted like fine sea salt. It was the middle of winter but our heat made it seem like the warmest day of summer in Texas. Our world was outside of it all; the covers were on the floor, the cold air around us couldn’t penetrate our wall. It tried its hardest to fight off our warmth but it failed. We wouldn’t let it bother us.

His lips started on my neck. It’s amazing how wet a kiss can be when it’s between two lovers. He trailed down my neck and his tongue made a line towards my breasts. I was naked; I should have been freezing but he felt like a fireplace on top of me. My nipples were swollen, tender and red not because of the cold but because of him; because of the way he made me feel when he kissed every part of my body.

The lips took hold of one of my nipples, one hand grasping at the flesh below while his other hand squeezed the nipple of the other breast. I could hear him exhale below me and felt the touch of his breath of my tender buttons. The steam rose from my breast into the air above as my nipple grew beneath his warm longue. His tongue reached out and flicked at my nipple. He trailed a circle around it and then clamped down with his mouth like a babe suckling. The pressure around my breast was intense and he sucked, licked and kissed like an animal finally finding the thing he craved most.

I felt his hand let go of my breast and find a path down my belly. He used the tips of his fingers to trace a line sending shivers with each slow movement. Soon he was below my belly button and then I felt his hand reach the top of my panties. The fingers dug under and then moved beneath searching out the warm center that was his goal.

I was so wet. I wanted so badly to be touched down there.

Stop, I can’t, I whimpered, I have class.

The hand froze and his lips let go of my breast as he looked up and stared at my eyes. There was hunger in those eyes. He didn’t want to stop.

What? he asked with confusion in his voice.

I have class, I said, I can’t do this right now.

But..., he pleaded as if I was taking away his favorite toy but I cut him off with a stern look.

Maybe later, I said, but not right now.

Right now I’m in class.

White walls and a classroom full of students came into view. I sighed and looked around the room worried but no one seemed to have noticed anything during my little space out.

I really needed to stop day dreaming like this especially in public places. It was one thing to do it in my own bedroom but a classroom full of my peers was something else entirely.

I could feel the effects of my daydream between my legs. My panties were soaked and I wanted nothing more than to be in my own room right now; to have my fingers between my legs and to close my eyes and imagine him there with me.

Professor Adair was walking around the room as he talked about the next assignment. He gave me a small smile as he walked past my desk. The professor was in his early 40s but carried himself like a much younger man. He wore khakis and a grey sweater that covered his medium frame. He wore his hair short, had a short black beard that covered an attractive face.

For next class, he said finishing up the discussion, please finish the book. We’ll have a discussion and see what you all thought about the ending.

His voice was firm and commanding.

Everyone started to get up but I seemed to be glued to my chair. He noticed and walked