I Seduced My Married Professor in My First Month of College

After insisting for three years, I finally got accepted into the university in the capital. At home it was a whole problem: that I’d be alone, that the city was dangerous, that I should study closer to home instead. My mother and my grandmother took turns scaring me. But after begging night after night, they finally gave in.

I called my aunt Marta to let her know, and she answered happily:

—Come whenever you want, you’ve got a place here!

I traveled the week before classes started. My aunt was waiting for me at the bus terminal with her husband, Esteban, and their two daughters, all of them very affectionate. That night they made barbecue to welcome me, like in my hometown in the north, and we ate late. The girls showed me the room that would be mine: an old four-by-four laundry room they had painted purple, with a single bed, a chair, and a window facing the street. It turned out pretty. I fell asleep right away and didn’t wake up until Sunday, with the sun hitting my face.

That afternoon they took me to learn the way to the university. It was closed, but they wanted me to know how to get off at the right station. The subway scared me a little; I had never ridden one and there were too many people, though everything went fine. After that we went grocery shopping. I noticed that Esteban was very attentive with me, always looking for conversation, a little nosy. He was about fifty; my aunt was forty. While we filled the cart, he watched me choose things with an interest he pretended to hide.

Before leaving, my aunt explained the situation: during the week they lived in their other house, two hours away, where the girls studied. The apartment where I was staying was hardly ever used. They would come see me on weekends and, meanwhile, the neighbors in the building were kind in case I needed anything. That night, alone in my purple room, I stayed awake imagining what my first day would be like.

***

The first person I met was Professor Rolando. A common-looking man at first glance: forty-nine years old, married, with four children, somewhat overweight, bearded, with short hair. I arrived early to the classroom because the apartment was only a few minutes’ walk away, and he was already there, reading the newspaper with a coffee. He didn’t hear me come in. When I greeted him, he looked up, lingered for a second too long on my cleavage, and then lifted his eyes, red as a tomato.

—Are you a student? —he asked.

—No, I’m the new teacher —I told him, dead serious.

He laughed, relieved, and confessed that he was the teacher. We joked for a while. I liked him right away: that shyness in such a big man seemed charming to me. I had to ask him questions because he kept falling silent. He told me about his wife, his children, and the two dogs he played with on Sundays. I told him I’d arrived from the north two days earlier and only knew the mall. We laughed. Then the others started coming in and I sat in front, where you learn better. At the end of class, a classmate named Daniela stopped me to ask for some notes, and I couldn’t get any closer to him.

Two days later, when I had his class again, I got ready. I chose a tight pink blouse with a neckline that showed the top of my breasts, and light jeans that showed everything else. I knew exactly what I was doing. Even Esteban had looked at me leaving the house like that, pretending to check his phone.

I arrived early again. Professor Rolando was alone. This time I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, getting close enough for him to feel my body against his.

—Good morning, professor. Always so punctual —I said.

—Hello, Bianca —he swallowed, looking at me sidelong—. It’s my responsibility.

I turned slowly to put my backpack on my seat, and in the window’s reflection I noticed him lowering his gaze. I liked it.

—Have you seen anything besides the mall yet? —he asked, trying to make conversation.

—Nothing, professor. I haven’t left my room. You should take me to see some place —I blurted, staring straight at him.

—I’d like to, but my wife… —he trailed off, nervous—. I don’t know.

—You have my phone number. And your wife never even comes to the school —I laughed.

He didn’t get a chance to answer because the others started arriving. He sat at his desk, still blushing, and began class. We couldn’t talk anymore.

***

That first two-week stretch was hard for me to adjust to. Cooking, buying food, living alone during the week. I didn’t know anyone, so I went from the university to home and from home to the university. On weekends my aunt came with the girls and we had a good time, but on Sunday, when Esteban came to pick them up, a huge sadness would wash over me. I didn’t want to be left alone.

The following week I ran into Professor Rolando two more times. Both times I went to greet him and flirt with him. In the last class, when it ended, he came over and asked if I had already gotten to know the city. I told him no, that my family still hadn’t sent me any money. Then, almost without looking at me, he asked if I’d had breakfast. Even though I had, I told him no, and he took the bait: he invited me to eat when class was over.

I was excited the rest of the day. He wasn’t especially handsome, but I was drawn to the way he treated me, his shyness, the fact that he was a forbidden man. I like many kinds of men, and this one had caught my eye.

At five I left Professor Téllez’s class —who was also looking at me, though that’s another story— and found Rolando waiting for me in his car, so nervous he looked ready to start the engine and flee. I got in. That day I was wearing tight yellow sweatpants, a white blouse, and sneakers, after physical education, and I knew everything showed.

—Thanks for waiting for me, professor. Sorry I’m late —I said, settling in.

—Not at all, Bianca. I’m glad you came —he answered with a mix of lust and surprise—. Let’s go.

He took me to a restaurant far from downtown. On the way he explained, without me asking, that no one ever saw him with anyone other than his wife, that he loved her, that he had never cheated on her. I didn’t care about those things. At the table he asked me a thousand questions about the university and my life up north. Every now and then he would go quiet, watching me, even after two beers. When we were done, we stopped at a mall: he wanted to buy his daughter a pet. It took him a while to decide, and he ended up getting two turtles with a pretty fish tank. I took advantage and suggested, half joking, that he should buy me something too. He ended up giving me an expensive pair of black boots. I even felt embarrassed, but I loved them.

When he dropped me off in front of the building, he stopped to thank me.

—Thank you, professor, for the boots. They’re going to look divine on me.

—I can already imagine —he smiled.

—Would you like to see them on me?

There were two seconds of silence.

—Of course —he said, almost breathless.

***

I got out of the car with my backpack and he followed me. The apartment was on the third and top floor. I went up the stairs slowly, enjoying his gaze fixed on me. I opened the door and we walked into the empty living room.

—Come in, professor. No one’s here. My aunt won’t be back until tomorrow.

—You’re so lovely, Bianca. So you live here alone?

—Yes. She comes every fifteen days and brings me groceries.

—Then I’ll take you shopping someday —he joked, trying to relax.

—If you want, professor. Wait here, I’m going to put on the boots.

I went into my room and changed. I came out wearing a fitted white cotton skirt that reached mid-thigh, stockings pulled all the way up, and the new boots. Underneath, nothing but a black thong. Rolando looked me up and down, speechless, his eyes huge.

—Bianca, what legs… I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me like this —he murmured, coming closer.

I sat on the bed and opened my legs just a little, enough for the thong to show. He was frozen in place.

—If you don’t believe me, take a photo so you’ll remember —I laughed.

—Can I really? —he pulled out his phone with a little more confidence.

—If you want —I said, posing, arranging myself in the most provocative way I could.

He took several photos of me, getting bolder each time. Then, in a low voice, almost pleading:

—Do you think… I could record you? Just for me. I’d never show anyone, I swear. My wife would leave me.

—I don’t know, professor —I hesitated, stretching out the moment—. Well, a little. After all, you bought me the boots.

He turned on the camera.

—Hello, Bianca. You’re so beautiful.

—Hello, Professor Rolando —I greeted the camera with a wave.

—Can I ask you a favor? —he said after a heavy silence—. Since the first day I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your body. I need to see all of you.

I laughed, heated by his desperation. I stood up, turned my back to him, and lifted my skirt to my waist. I heard him let out a shaky breath.

—My God, Bianca —his voice trembled—. I can’t believe it.

—Is this okay, professor?

—Perfect. Can I… can I get closer? Can I touch you?

—I don’t know, professor… —I teased—. Aren’t you embarrassed? I worked out all day, I must smell like sweat.

—It’s the sexiest smell in the world —he answered, already kneeling on the floor behind me.

The lust in the way he talked about me turned me on as much as it did him. I felt his cold hand gripping me with a mix of tenderness and restrained desire, and then his breathing against my skin, breathing in the heat of my body after the day. He propped the phone on the bed so it would keep recording and held me with both hands.

—You’re wet, Bianca —he whispered, and without warning he kissed me from behind.

I felt his tongue moving over me and a moan escaped me.

—Oh, professor, that feels so good. You turn me on so much.

I pushed my hips back myself, seeking his mouth, and he gave in like a desperate man, licking, gasping, completely lost. He was just as hot as I was.

—Professor, I want you to fuck me —I begged him.

—I want to already, Bianca, mmm, you’re delicious —he pulled away to take off his pants.

I sat on the edge of the bed, facing him, and pulled him toward me by the hand. I finished undoing his pants and pulled them down. His boxer briefs were soaked, outlining the whole bulge. I pulled those down too: his erection was right in front of my face, thick, hard, dripping. I took it in both hands, fascinated by the size, and started stroking him slowly. I kissed the tip a few times.

—So delicious, professor. I love it.

—Wait, wait —he stopped me suddenly, closing his eyes.

—What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?

—On the contrary, my love. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so turned on I’m going to come.

—No problem —I laughed, and kept going, gently, from the base to the tip.

He picked up the phone and recorded while I kissed and licked him. A few seconds later he pushed me just a little toward his body, put the tip into my mouth, and I felt the hot spurts one after another. I pressed my lips together and swallowed as much as I could, watching him enjoy it with his eyes closed.

—Oh, Bianca, what a mouth you have, I fell in love with you —he panted.

When he was done, I took him out of my mouth and smiled at the camera.

—Open, baby. Did you swallow it? —he asked.

I shook my head, lips closed, playing along. Then I opened my mouth, showed him what was left, and swallowed the rest.

—There. Delicious —I laughed.

—Forgive me, I came too fast —he said, embarrassed, satisfied, and nervous all at once—. It’s just that you turn me on like no one else. I hadn’t done this in three years.

—It’s okay, professor —I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth—. Maybe next time we can make another video.

—Yes, I want that —his face lit up.

At that moment his phone rang. Twenty missed calls from his wife. He turned pale.

—No way. She’s going to kill me. I have to go, Bianca. I adore you.

—Okay, professor. See you.

He said goodbye, apologizing another hundred times for coming so quickly. When I closed the door, I realized I was still soaked, burning, with my desire intact. I let myself fall onto the bed, pulled down my thong, and finished what he had started, the memory of his mouth still fresh. Then I fell asleep, smiling, thinking about the next class.