An affair to remember_(0)

An affair to remember

It all started the day I got the phone call from the university I wanted to transfer to, they had an opening mid semester and I arrived late on a rainy day and had a class which I was now late for. I dumped my bags in my dorm room and headed straight over to my first class with Professor McDonald, the head of the art department who was teaching the class about compositions and colours, I was drenched from the rain by the time I reached the art studio, when I run in to class with a black parka on, low-rise jeans and white ripped tank top and no underwear on which left nothing to the imagination, my hair started to curl with the wetness although a bit messed looked not to bad. I hand him my transfer slip just before he is about to give me into trouble for being late, that’s when he got the phone call, which looked to be a disturbing one at that and excused himself from the studio to his office to continue his conversation.

When he returned he looked upset, not his usual composed self and had forgotten completely to yell at me. All the class continued with their compositions but it appeared to me that he was looking more and more unhinged as the minutes past, he tells everyone ‘continue with your composition, ill be back in a little while’ and he walks back into his office closing the door behind him. I take a seat at an empty canvas and easel, I remove my coat and sit waiting on his return for my instructions, when he hadn’t returned I decided to go and check on him being that he looked so upset, just to make sure nothing was too untoward after his strange phone call and also trying to get myself off the hook for being late.

#Let me tell you about Professor McDonald before we continue into the events that are about to unfold, he is around fifty but boy does he look good, if you didn’t know you would think he was maybe in his early forties, he is around 6 foot, well built, muscles, just a touch of grey in the sides of his black hair, piercing blue eyes, well groomed and impeccable taste in clothes, women, food, art, presents and cars. #

*Knocks on his office door* with no reply I open the door slowly and quietly to see Professor McDonald quietly sobbing on the couch in the corner of his office, I walk in cautiously saying ‘Sir, are you okay?’. He looks up at me with a deer in the headlights look of not only being caught crying but by one of his new younger students. He jumps up and hurries over to close the door behind me, but stumbles on a red and black persian rug in the process and pushes me against the door closing it and pining me. His arms at my shoulders pushing on the door holding me in-between, I freeze not sure of what to do.

His face only inches from mine, I feel his breath on my face, the minty coolness of his breath, and I look up at him with uncertainty and wanting. We stand like this for what felt like an hour but was possible more like five minutes, just as I am about to say something he leans down to kiss me in the most passionate way I have ever been kissed. His hands move from the door to my shoulders and then my back, they start to tremble as he reaches down to the waistband of my low-rise jeans, his hands roaming furiously over my ass as he grabs my ass and lifts me up, automatically I wrap my long toned legs around him, I can feel hard throbbing cock pressed against the crotch of my jeans as he grinds against me pushing me hard on the steel cold door.

My hands are running through his hair as we kiss so passionately shoving his tongue in my mouth, our tongues dance together, tasting mint and coffee as they do. I start unbutton his black shirt as I am getting into the atmosphere of what’s happening, he suddenly breaks the lip lock session and heads south, reaching my heaving chest he pulls my t-shirt off and starts to tease my already erect nipples, twirling his tongue around the pale pink of my areolas, sucking on my nipple and even nibbling on them ever so gently, as I start to moan he realises who he is with and pulls away from my breasts, letting go of my ass as he has to figured out what he has just done.

He backs away from me, leaving me leaning against the door breathing heavy, covering my breasts with my arm as I pick up my tank top and fixing my lip-gloss, he speaks so quietly repeating only these four words ‘I’m sorry, so sorry. I’m sorry, so sorry.’ over and over again as he sits on the couch he was just sobbing in fifteen minutes previous to what had just happened. I stand up and walk towards him stopping to fix the crumpled up persian rug he had stumbled over making sure nothing was out of place incase anyone were to walk in. I stand in front of him my crotch at his face level, looking down at him waiting for an explanation for what had just happened.

He looks at my crotch then looks up at me and asks me to sit next to him on the brown leather couch, I do as he asks and sits beside him facing him with my legs folded under my butt and my hands on my lap. He turns to me placing his hand atop mine, saying to me ‘what we have just done was a mistake and was inappropriate, it was my fault Lexi not yours, I was swept up in my emotions and you came into my office with your sweet smell and smiling face to check on me’.