I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the fifteenth time, checking my hair and mascara. I was obsessed with my appearance for the first time in probably ever. Granted today was no regular day, at least that's what I had been telling myself so I wouldn't feel like the enamored nineteen year old I was. I never spent this much time getting ready for some guy. He wasn't just some guy though. He was older. Not by much but his position made him seem older. He was my poetry professor, one twenty eight year old Nathan Kennick. He was honestly the reason I decided to take a poetry class. As much as I longed to take a fiction workshop, I couldn't pass up four hours a week staring at him in his flannel shirts. It was an added bonus that his class would help me in getting my creative writing major. We eventually became good friends, maybe a bit more flirty than most teacher student relationships. When I'd walk by him he'd always give my arm a squeeze and I'd wink at him. The first time he was caught off guard and as I walked away I mentally cursed myself for freaking him out. The next time I saw him however, he winked first. My friends always joked that I was sleeping with him. ?If I was fucking him, I think he'd give me better grades,? I always said. He was particularly tough on me, making me periodically want to strangle him. ?Maybe you should try oral,? one of my friends joked. I did finish his class with an A- at least. But being that I couldn't imagine my life without those four hours of him every week I took another class he was offering. This one Escort Bahçelievler significantly more difficult since the writing focus was more rhetoric than it was creative. I spent far more time in his office this semester, discussing books to the binding. I was slowly falling more and more in love with him. The problem was that his job wasn't permanent, and today was his ?teaching preview.? Yes in all honesty it would be like going to any other class of his, and I had no real reason to get dolled up, but I just felt the need to look good for him. God, what the hell was I doing falling for my professor. I heard a knock at the door. ?It's open,? I called. In walked my friend Alexander, who also crushed on Kennick until we discovered the poet didn't bat on his team. ?Come on child, we're gonna be late.? ?Calm your tits, it takes five minutes to get from one end of campus to the other,? I told him as I picked up my back pack and keys. ?I don't like being late,? he said. ?Talking to an army brat. I know the lecture, okay?? ?Shouldn't you be more adamant about punctuality since it's your Kennick's day to present?? ?He's not mine,? I said. We walked past the library and on to the quad. It had been a while since anyone could use the short cut since the not-completely-melted-snow had made the plot slick and slippery with ice. I watched my footing near the mud, just in case. I gasped when I looked up. ?Oh my fucking god,? I choked out. ?What?? Alexander asked. Right there not fifteen feet from me was Kennick, Bahçeşehir escort in a suit with a pea coat on top. He had just cut his hair and trimmed his beard. I felt myself become wet in an instant. I swallowed hard as I tried to remember how to walk again. Luckily he was distracted by one of the other professors in the English department and hadn't noticed me gawking at him from afar. ?He certainly cleans up nicely,? Alexander chuckled. We kept walking and my eyes kept roaming over his body, studying it. He wasn't particularly muscular, or anything like that but he was lean, and he dressed well, which for me was better than any jock. When we finally made it to the classroom, Kennick saw me and like the adorable dork he was, introduced himself. ?Hi I'm Nate Kennick, nice to meet you,? he joked holding out a hand to me. ?The pleasure's all mine,? I replied placing my hand in his. My hands were about half the size of his, which made me shiver a little. He took my hand up to his lips and shot me a wink. It took all of my strength and control not to let my eyes roll back or drag him into an empty classroom, but I couldn't stop myself from biting my lip. Luckily Alexander tugged me into the classroom, sending me a knowing glance. We sat in some desks near the middle of the room. Some other girls had taken up the front row, one of which was a girl I recognized from my last semester poetry classes and the other from my current fiction workshop. Behind us were all the other professors in the English Dept. Alexander Bakırköy escort bayan tried distracting me with a story about something that happened at one of the frat houses last weekend, but I kept sneaking glances at Kennick. It was then that I realized he had a skinny black tie on. I looked down and shut my eyes before letting them roll back. Ties were one of my weaknesses. I had no idea how I was going to make it through the hour long session without touching myself or jumping him right then and there. Kennick walked to the front of the classroom and began speaking. I could hear his velvety voice, but the image I was seeing was one I was sure was in my head. Instead of listening to him rave about his favorite poet, John Ashbury, he and I had escaped to his office. This imaginary office had a large dark wooden desk, where he sat in the same outfit from before. He had a hand on his chin, a stern expression on his face. ?Do you know why I called you, Miss Nicholson?? he asked. I shook my head. ?No, sir.? ?I noticed you weren't paying attention in class today.? I dropped my head and held my hands behind my back. ?I'm sorry, sir.? ?That is a serious disrespect to me, Miss Nicholson. What do you think your punishment should be?? I looked up at him, my bottom lip between my teeth, and shrugged. He looked at me and nodded. He slid his chair back and stepped around so he stood behind me. I heard the lock click behind me. In a moment I could feel his breath on my ear and neck. ?Bend over the desk, Miss Nicholson,? he ordered softly. I did and because the imaginary me was dressed like a school girl, I felt my ass becoming exposed. I moaned softly when I felt his fingers run over my thighs and ass, purposely skipping over my cloth covered pussy. ?It's very naughty to be disrespectful,? he said. ?Are you a naughty girl?? ?No, sir.? ?You are a naughty girl,? he corrected.