Professor F

Chapter 10: Hot Professor

With her hands still on Flynn’s crotch, August went pale. His face looked shocked but his eyes reflected

something else, something hot and sexy as their eyes met.

She blushed and as if she got electrocuted, she pulled her hand away and straightened her back.

He was quick to recover and stood up, forcing a smile on his lips. "I—I'll just change.” He excused

himself.

She nodded and stepped aside. He then goes straight to his bedroom. She covered her blushing face

with both of her hands. My God! Dumbass! It wasn't my intention to touch him that way!

She went back to her seat and waited for him while she drinks her coffee. She needs it to keep her

mind awake and stop doing making another silly mistake!

The door opened and Flynn went back to the table. "Where were we?"

She can't look into his eyes. "Maybe we should talk about something else.”

You clearly don't have any idea about women! How can this hot handsome guy who could hook up with

any girl just by looking at them is clueless about women? That's just hard to believe!

"Cool. You should try reading the new collection I got—"

I think I know why. The guy is a total nerd!

••••••

Months passed and she usually spends some of her days off at Flynn's apartment reading books or

playing on his game console.

Flynn decided on keeping his distance from her when they're in public to help her get off of Gail's hair.

They managed to be friends while they’re in their apartment building. But the woman on the fifth floor

with her toddler still thinks they're a couple though.

And it's hers and Flynn's inside joke.

But then she realized how hard it is especially for her who is actually attracted to him! She often

wondered what it'd be like to actually be Flynn's girlfriend and she wanted to slap herself for fantasizing

about dating her hot professor!

But hey, lucky her, he thinks she's not one of those girls who are head over heels with him! Her

personality being likable and getting along well with anyone she meets except someone like Gail just

helped hide her real admiration for Flynn!

I guess working for our neighbors paid off!

He went back to the living room and sat beside her after he opened the package in jest. She looked at

him, feeling happy seeing him acting like a child enjoying his delivery.

He seem to not have any friends in the area or in campus. He's usually alone if he’s not with his

colleagues at the faculty.

"Don't you hang out with your friends?" She asked as she watched him put the game on his console Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

and grabbed the controllers for them to play.

He didn't look at her and just focused on the screen. He's wearing his red university joggers and white

shirt.

She sighed inside like always, thinking she’ll never be more than his friend.

For Pete's sake, he's still my professor!

"Hmm, my friends aren't here. They're in London. And some parts of Europe. My parents raised me to

be careful with—" He paused as if he realized something. "Well, look at that—" He points to the screen

as the game comes on. "I tell you this game is lit!"

She smiled and thought about her current ordeal because she feels like she’s starting to fall in love with

him.

But it'll soon be over. I won’t be hanging out with him so much so I’m pretty sure I won’t fall that hard.

She'd stop seeing him once school starts. She can use that as an excuse. That she’s busy with work

and school and she can’t come over his place to hang out anymore.

Just a few days and it'll be over soon.

She’ll just have fun and make the most of the moments she has with him until that day!

He grabbed a can of beer from his fridge after he paused the game they're playing. "Do you drink?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "No—but I'm eighteen and there's no police here unless you're going to

report me." She wondered why all of a sudden he grabs beer when all the times she comes over,

they're usually just having soda. “So, I guess it's fine? Why are you drinking beer this time?"

He thought for a moment as he sits next to her. "Nothing. Just—feel like drinking. Been awhile." He

went back to playing the game.

They had like twenty more tries but they still couldn't survive the final level. Plus, she feels a little tipsy

after drinking two cans of beer. "I think I need to go back now. It's late. You don't need to walk me out

—" She stands up on her feet but Flynn grabbed her hand and pulled her.

She fell on top of him and she held her breath as she felt his warmth against her skin. Her palm resting

on his chest and she felt his heart beating fast as his eyes looked straight into her eyes without

blinking.

His gaze traced her face, her eyes, her nose and her lips. For some odd reason, his eyes stayed

looking at her lips. And she unconsciously moistens them with her tongue.

She was about to get up when his right arm circled on her waist and he pulled her for a kiss with his left

hand. Her eyes widened in shock. He gently opens his mouth and tried to open hers with his tongue.

She could smell his fresh breath mixed with the beer they're drinking. She moved her body on top of

him as she felt excited when she opened her mouth and responded to his kiss.

It must be the alcohol! Why am I being so bold kissing this guy, my hot professor?!

Her response seem to have encouraged him as his right hand cupped her face, pulling closer to meet

his hungry kiss.

His breath was ragged as he continued kissing her and she can't help herself feeling more excited

when he moaned. Her hands grabbed on his shoulder, up to his neck as she started to move her lower

body on top of him, as if on impulse.

He stopped kissing her, desire burning in his eyes. No one dared to move away, they just stared into

each other's eyes as if waiting for what should happen next.

Her mind is warning her not to do anything foolish and taking over her so she tried to move, trying to

push herself up but his hands were fast enough to stop her by the waist. "Wait."

"O—Okay." She stayed still. She blushed when she felt his hardness between her legs. She found it

cute when he looked away, blushing.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I know I said I won't engage to anything like this but—"

That look he had—the shy guy looking away, blushing turned her on. The desire inside her fired up and

she's not holding back anymore. She's ready to cross the line.

She likes him. She wants him. She doesn’t want to be left hanging. She wanted to finish what they

have started.

"Fuck me." She whispered. "—Professor of fucks."