The clock was slowly inching towards 3 o’clock. The chemistry professor was still taking a class, but I paid no attention to it. I was zoned out. “Vignesh! Vignesh!” I heard someone call out my name, but it was all just background noise.
Suddenly a hard thump on my desk. It was the chemistry Ma’am. “Living in your dream world again? Come to my desk after 3,” she told me. “Let’s call it a day and finish the assignments when you come on Monday,” she announced to the rest of the class, grinning at me.
I was so tired already, and she only worsened my day. “Dude, the rest of us would pay to have alone time with Kavya ma’am,” said the boy next to me.
“Of course you would, you fucking virgin,” I told myself but acted like I didn’t pay attention to him. After the bell rang, I went to the canteen instead of following her. Then the restroom, and after 20 minutes, I decided to head to her desk.
Following a teacher’s order obediently is something I have never done since middle school. She was alone in the staff room, correcting some answer sheets. “Wow! Look who finally decided to show up,” she said mockingly. She removed her glasses and put her pen in the drawer.
“Sit down,” she pointed at a chain in front of her. “I know breakups can be hard, but-”
“My breakup is my personal issue. I don’t want to discuss it with you right now,” I snapped. I didn’t want to talk about it with my closest friends, let alone with a teaching staff. I realized I shouldn’t have snapped at her like that, but she just smiled.
“Right, I know that. But it is my job to make you pass your exams. Your grades have been the worst ever since whatever happened,” she told me. “Well, I haven’t been the brightest student before that,” I replied. “Yes, but you never failed your tests,” she said.
She has a point. It is true that the breakup affected my studies and sports a lot. I am the college football team captain. So I always used that as an excuse for the low grades, I scored. But failing tests is something new.
“Okay, yes, the breakup has been hard,” I shook my head and admitted. I felt a sudden change in her face, like she felt sorry for me. She put her hand above mine to comfort me. Someone’s pity was the last thing I needed, but it didn’t feel like the end of the world.
“You can come to my house. For special class, you know. You still have a whole month left before your finals,” she told me. “I don’t want to be a burden, ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll pass the exams,” I told her. “It won’t be a burden, trust me. I want to help you,” she insisted.
I didn’t want to come off as a rude asshole when she was genuinely nice to me, so I agreed. She sent me her location on WhatsApp and asked me to start today. I went home and gave it some thought. I decided I’d go to her house today. I didn’t bother telling any of my friends because I knew they’d freak out.
Almost everyone in our college has a crush on Kavya ma’am, students and professors. And she is indeed beautiful. She always wore a saree. It’s like a dress code for female professors. But the way she dresses is always enchanting.
She made sure the colour of the saree contrasted with her milky white skin. She always wore backless blouses. She showed only the right amount of her waist, not too much or too little. She’s in her mid 20’s, but she married last year.
It was easy to find her house. She lived in the city centre, but the street was a little isolated. The house had two floors, and it was big. ‘Ramachandran. V’ the nameplate beside the gate read. Below that, the word advocate was written. That made sense. Her parents found a rich guy and made her marry him.
I rang the bell from outside the gate, and it automatically opened. There was a BMW parked inside and her yellow Vespa. She was waiting for me with the front door open with a smile.
“Is that her?” I asked myself. She wore a black bodycon dress with a little split on the left side. It put her milky thigh on show. I kept zoning out with each step I took toward her.
“Mr Vignesh, come back to earth,” she said and snapped my fingers in front of my eyes. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. “It’s just I’m a little surprised to see you without a saree,” I told her before she could ask me anything.
“Without a saree? But I am wearing a dress, am I not?” she asked. “Well yeah, that’s not what I meant… I mean… you know what I meant,” I stuttered. I was speechless. Her beauty left me speechless. She burst out laughing. “I’m just joking, Vicky. Come in,” she said.
She asked me to sit on the couch and made me tea, and it was really good. I had to take a moment to find out if I was thinking straight. Because everything about this woman suddenly seemed sweet to me.
“Well, this isn’t how I usually dress at home, obviously. It’s our anniversary, and my husband said he’d take me to a restaurant,” she said. “Oh, I’m so sorry, ma’am. I’ll leave and come back tomorrow,” I replied.
“No, he cancelled it because he won’t be coming home tonight,” she said. Her face was a little dull after she said it out loud. “But you know it is how it is. He’s a high-earning man, so it’s understandable for him to work too much.” It sounded like she was lying to make herself feel better.
“I know it’s not my place, but it’s your anniversary. And the first one too. You’re not supposed to celebrate it alone,” I told her. “Thank you for saying that, Vicky, but it’s okay,” she said, clearly a lie. “You look so gorgeous, by the way,” I told her.
“Aww, thank you, Vicky, but flattery won’t work on me. I’m still going to take a class,” she said with a smile. “Oh, come on, ma’am, not on your anniversary. We can start tomorrow,” I told her. She looked me in the eyes with her smile, which almost killed me, but she was considering it. I knew that.
“Okay, what do you suggest we do then?” she asked.
“I have a really bad idea.”
“Go on. It wouldn’t hurt to hear about it.”
“I noticed you have a bottle of whiskey in the fridge.”
“That’s a really bad idea. But a brilliant one, too,” she said.
“Did she just agree to get drunk with me?” I said to myself. I was shell-shocked.
“Let’s get to it,” she said and brought the bottle, two glasses, and a packet of ice cubes. She poured a peg on both glasses and drank hers in a single gulp. “Wow, you not messing around tonight,” I said. “You brought up the idea, so you better keep up with me,” she said, pouring another into her glass.
5 rounds later, both of us were drunk a little. “You want to play truth or dare?” I asked her. “I go first since I’m your teacher,” she replied immediately. “Not fair, but it’s okay,” I agreed with her.
“You have a crush on me?” she asked. “Guess we’re getting straight into the game with no warmups then,” I said. “Yes, we are,” she grinned. “After seeing you in this dress, yes,” I told her. She blushed.
“You look more beautiful when you blush,” I said.
“Shut up and ask,” she said.
“Any of our professors have asked you out?” I asked.
“Oh my god, I might get into trouble if I answer, but I don’t want to do a dare just yet,” she said as she burst out in laughter.
“Your secret will be safe with me, I promise.”
“You have probably figured out the answer is yes. I already know what your next question would be. The answer to that is your math professor,” she said, covering her face in embarrassment, still giggling. It made me laugh too.
“Well then, you must know what my next question would be too.”
“Obviously, I said no, dumbass,” she said, hitting my arm playfully.
“Who do you think is hotter? Me or your ex?” she asked. Her face was a little serious now, or she was pretending to be serious. I couldn’t tell.
“When I was blinded by love, I would’ve said she’s hotter. But now, you are the hottest girl I have ever seen,” I said. She didn’t seem surprised by it, but she managed to smile.
“Hmmm, good boyfriend,” she replied.
“Who do you find hotter? Me or your husband?” I asked. She was shocked and confused.
“Pass,” she replied.
“That means you find me hotter,” I said, laughing.
“No, it might also mean I don’t want to hurt my student’s feelings,” she said with a sly smile.
“Okay then, I dare you to show me an embarrassing picture of yours,” I said.
She took her phone, searched for a while, and handed it to me. It was a picture of her in a bikini. It was probably from her college days. She looked a little slim and young.
“I wouldn’t call it embarrassing, but I’m so glad you decided to show it to me,” I said as she snatched her phone from me. “Not even my husband knows about that pic, so you better keep it a secret,” she said.
“Of course, ma’am, you can trust me.”
“Did that pic make you hard?” she asked. I was surprised, and weirdly I liked where this was heading.
“No,” I answered.
“That’s a lie. That tent in your pants says something else,” she pointed at it. I thought I had covered it the moment I got hard. How did I fuck up? “I dare you to take your shirt off for lying,” she said, lifting her eyebrows. She was serious about it.
Her face had no reaction at all. Just waiting for me to take my shirt off. So I did. I saw her biting her lips. “You have a hot body,” she said.
“It’s not fair if I’m the only one with my dress off, you know,” I said.
“Ask me a question I can’t answer and dare me to take off my dress then,” she said. She was ready for absolutely anything. I really couldn’t think of anything she wouldn’t answer. “I’ll give you 2 minutes. If you don’t come up with a question, you have to take your pants off too.”
It took me a while, but I came with it, barely beating the buzzer. “Would you like it if I removed your dress?” I asked, with a proud look on my face. She could say no and reject me, but something told me she wouldn’t. She finally smiled.
“You win,” she said and took her dress off over her head, revealing her perfectly toned midriff. Her not-so-deep, not-so-shallow navel, juicy thighs. Those beautiful boobs were covered with a black laced bra.
“You want to drop the truth or dare thing and get to it now?” she asked. I immediately pulled her by her waist and kissed her lips. Her waist felt like butter in my hands. She was so smooth. My lips slowly went from her lips to her neck as her hands ran through my hair.
And slowly, my lips went down to her cleavage. I unclasped her bra, threw it away, and sucked on her nipples. Her hands gripped my hair as she let a huge moan out. Her hard nipples made me suck on them more and more. I kept switching from one nipple to the other but never stopped sucking.
She liked it a lot that she couldn’t stop moaning. I finally stopped sucking and looked at her.
“So this is how I’m going to be after I have a kid,” she said. We both laughed as I slowly slid my hands into her panties, kissing her lips. Soft, passionate kisses as my fingers touched her pussy. Damn, she was so wet down there.
“How long have you been wet for me, Kavya?”
“Oh, it’s just Kavya now. No, ma’am?” she asked with a smile.
“I think we’re way past the stage where I still call you that.” I kissed her lips again and felt her smile. I laid down on the couch and pulled her panties away. I pulled her towards me by her waist and pulled the top of her clit a bit. I slowly licked her wet pussy lips.
“Oh baby,” she moaned. Her pussy was clean-shaven and so smooth. No one could be this perfect unless she were a literal angel. I could feel her juices oozing out of her pussy as I licked her. I spread her legs wider and let her rest them on my shoulders. I used my fingers to spread her pussy to lick her clit.
“Please never stop,” she moaned as she held onto my hair. I gently slid one of my fingers down her pussy and continued licking her clit. Her moaning grew louder, and her grip on my hair grew tighter. I wanted to make her cum without taking a break to catch my breath.
Finally, I felt her body squirm and her stomach quiver. She moaned like an animal, and juices oozed out of her pussy. I looked up into her eyes after tasting a bit of her juice. She was smiling like a cute teenage girl. It almost reminded me of when I first had sex with my ex, but Kayva is something else.
“My turn,” she said and got down on her knees. I got up on my seat on the couch. She pulled my underwear together with my tracks and threw them away. The moment her soft hands held my dick, I knew it was over for me. She gave it a few smooth strokes and looked me in the eyes to check if I was still alive.
Alive, I was, but I was sent into a different dimension. My ex has given me blowjobs a couple of times. But I could tell she did that only to satisfy me. But Kavya enjoyed this as much as I did.
“If you’re planning on ruining my makeup, at least give me a heads up,” she smiled and tasted only the tip. “I don’t want to ruin this hot moment, but you’re so cute when you moan,” she said and gave a few kisses to the penis tip.
She was a pro. Her husband was one lucky bastard.
I couldn’t react or reply to what she said. That beautiful smile and her lips and tongue skills had left me speechless. I held her hair. She slowly took more and more of my dick in her mouth, her sweet tongue crawling around my dick with every to-and-fro motion her head made.
When she took a break to catch her breath, I exploded on her face. “Just a warning is all I asked, dumbass,” she smiled and took a tissue from the table beside her to wipe my cum off her face. She sat beside me and held my left hand. Is it over? Doesn’t she want sex?
Should I assume she’ll be okay with it and go ahead? Many thoughts were running through my mind, but she said nothing. “I won’t say no to you, Vicky. But you need to ask what you want,” she said finally.
“Or maybe is it something you want too?” I didn’t want to give up like that.
“You know, many of your classmates would have probably begged by now,” she said. She made it sound like it wasn’t a brag, and it truly wasn’t. What she said was true.
“That’s why I’m the one you gave the blowjob to and not them,” I replied. That cute little smile was back on her face again. She put her hands on my shoulders for support and got on top of me, placing her knees beside my things. I wrapped my arms around her to embrace her.
Her head was on a little bit higher level than mine. We looked at each other, and slowly our lips got attracted to each other like opposite poles of a magnet. We kissed madly but passionately, tasting each other thoroughly.
“I know I’m drunk. But I won’t regret this one bit in the morning,” she said, lifted her hips, held my dick, and slowly guided it inside her. She moved her hips slowly, grinding and riding on my dick. I sucked on her tits as her warm and wet pussy rode me.
“Please warn me this time. If you cum inside me, I’ll kill you,” she said. I just smiled at her and gave her ass a spank. I gripped her hips and started thrusting my dick into her rather than letting her ride me. Her grip on my shoulders tightened, and her moans grew louder.
“Harder, baby,” she shouted, and harder I went on her. Her moans were almost screams now. I slowed down to embrace her close to me and lifted her. Her legs quickly wrapped around my hips. I kept the slow thrusts going on as I carried her to the dining table and made her lay on it.
I kneaded her boobs, slowly thrusting my dick in her pussy and watched her body arch and squirm. She eventually got up and kissed me on the lips as I kept fucking her harder.
“I’m going to cum, Kavya,” I warned her.
“Let me swallow it all,” she said and immediately got on her knees as soon as I pulled out. She did swallow every single drop of it as she said. “Wow, I actually cheated on my husband,” she said, still panting.
“Was worth it, though, wasn’t it?”
“Absolutely.”
I helped her stand up, and we kissed for a while. “I’m going to go take a shower. You can join if you want,” she said.
“I might even fuck you once again if you ask nicely,” I replied, which made her laugh.
“In your dreams,” she said and held my hand as we ran upstairs to her room. We did fuck in the shower and later on the bed where she sleeps with her husband. Once more on the balcony and again on the bed, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I woke up to a coffee on the lamp table beside me. Kavya was sitting at the end of the bed. She looked fresh and smelled fresh, too. I looked at the clock, and the time was half past 7 already.
“You can go home to change if you want. You can still make it before 9,” she said. She was in an orange-coloured saree with a black blouse.
“Thanks for the coffee,” I said and got up.
“Before you say anything, I loved last night. I don’t regret it, and I hope you don’t, too,” she said.
“Of course, I don’t. I was hoping to go one more round before you left for college,” I told her, sipping on the coffee she had made.
She just giggled. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I tried waking you up, but you wouldn’t.”
“Some other time then. Right?” I asked to make sure she wanted to do it again.
“Yes, but we have to be careful. Not one soul can know about this, so let’s not rush and fuck whenever we feel like it,” she said.
“Deal,” I said and gave her one last kiss before I left.
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