The bustling university halls echoed with the chatter of excited students, but for Ava, the first day was a whirlwind of anxiety. Her heart raced as she clutched her books, palms slick with sweat. Every unfamiliar face seemed to judge her fumbling. Mr. Blackwood noticed from the front of the lecture hall. His sharp eyes, framed by stylish glasses, tracked her nervous fidgeting as she scrawled notes, fingers trembling. When class ended, he caught her at the door, voice low and steady.
“Ava, right?” He adjusted his glasses, the gesture oddly intimate. “You seem overwhelmed. I can help—if you want it.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I… I’d appreciate that, Professor.”
His lips quirked. “My office. Twenty minutes. We’ll go over the material properly.” He held her gaze a beat too long before turning away, leaving her pulse hammering.
***
Ava stood outside his office door, heart thudding against her ribs. This is about coursework, she told herself. But the way his eyes had lingered—the deliberate pause before “properly”—suggested otherwise. She knocked.
“Come in.” His voice carried through the wood, warm and commanding.
The office was dimly lit, books stacked high, the scent of leather and coffee thick in the air. Mr. Blackwood closed the door behind her—no lock, she noticed—and leaned against his desk, arms folded.
“So,” he said, “tell me what you’re struggling with.”
Ava swallowed, setting her books down. “Everything feels… out of control. Like, I don’t know the rules yet.”
He stepped closer, close enough she could see ink stains on his thumb. “Sometimes the best learning happens when you stop overthinking.” His hand brushed her elbow—light, testing. “Do you trust me?”
Her breath caught. She could walk out. Should, maybe. But heat pooled low in her belly, and she met his eyes. “Show me what you mean.”
His smile turned wolfish. “Good girl.” He cupped her jaw, thumb tracing her lower lip. “Say stop anytime. Understood.”
“Understood.” Her voice steadied, surprising her. She leaned into his palm, claiming the moment. “But I won’t.”
***
As Ava’s fingers traced the buttons of Mr. Blackwood’s shirt, she felt a surge of confidence, her initial nervousness melting away. His skin was warm beneath her touch, the firm muscles of his chest rising and falling with each breath. She could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, matching her own.
Mr. Blackwood’s hands found their way to her waist, his fingers deftly undoing the button of her jeans. He slid the zipper down, his touch teasing and tantalizing, as he pushed the fabric aside, revealing the lace of her underwear. His fingers traced the edge of the lace, sending waves of pleasure through her, before slipping beneath, finding the heat of her core.
Ava gasped, her body arching into his touch, as his fingers began to explore her most intimate places. His touch was skilled, his movements sure, as he coaxed her closer to the edge, her pleasure building with each stroke, each caress.
As she neared the brink, Ava’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, as she cried out his name, her body trembling with the force of her release. Mr. Blackwood held her close, his arms wrapped around her, his lips pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, as she came down from the heights of pleasure.
But their encounter was far from over. Mr. Blackwood, his eyes dark with desire, guided Ava to his desk, where he sat her down, his hands never leaving her body. He knelt before her, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down slowly, revealing more of her skin to his hungry gaze.
Ava’s breath hitched as he traced the line of her thigh, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through her. He leaned in, his lips pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers found the edge of her lace underwear, pulling it aside, exposing her most intimate place to his gaze.
His tongue, warm and wet, traced the length of her slit, sending waves of pleasure through her. Ava’s hands gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles white, as she arched into his touch, her body begging for more. His tongue explored her folds, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment.
Ava’s moans filled the room, her body trembling with each stroke of his tongue. He slipped a finger inside her, his touch gentle yet firm, as he began to move in time with his tongue, driving her closer to the edge.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing as she cried out his name, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him close. Mr. Blackwood held her through the aftershocks, his lips pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh, her hip, her stomach as she came down from the heights of pleasure.
As Ava caught her breath, Mr. Blackwood stood, his eyes locked onto hers, a silent promise passing between them. He unbuckled his belt, his fingers deftly undoing the button of his pants, revealing the hard length of his erection.
Ava’s eyes widened, her body aching with need as she took in the sight of him. He guided her to her knees, his hands gentle yet firm, as he positioned himself at her lips. She took him in her mouth, her tongue exploring the length of him, her hands gripping the base of his shaft.
His groans filled the room, his hips moving in time with her movements as she took him deeper, her head bobbing up and down. His hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, as he guided her movements, his touch gentle yet insistent.
Ava could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as he neared the edge. With a final thrust, he came, his release spilling into her mouth, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
As they both came down from the heights of pleasure, Mr. Blackwood pulled Ava to her feet, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. His lips found hers, his kiss soft and gentle, a promise of more to come.
In that moment, Ava realized that this was a lesson she would never forget, a lesson that transcended the boundaries of the classroom and delved into the depths of desire and pleasure. And as she looked into Mr. Blackwood’s eyes, she knew that this was only the beginning of a journey that would change her life forever.
