A faculty professor

Have you ever had someone kiss your lips without wanting to? I'm not talking about a kiss, but that little accidental peck that hits the corner of your lips or the middle of your mouth and usually happens due to a miscalculation; mainly when one of the two people turns their head by more or less. This story begins like this, with an accidental half-kiss given in error. Those who study at university will know that time is not measured in days and hours, but in semesters and classes. So this story, as it happens in university, we'll set it two or three semesters ago and three classes from the end of the same semester. I was taking a first-year law course at a provincial capital university. The adjunct professor (who gave us classes every week) was a Rockstar, a professor who makes you not mind getting up on a Saturday morning in the middle of winter. We'll leave it there because we're being realistic about who likes to get up early on a Saturday to listen to law stories. The class thanks to him was enjoyable and entertaining; he had very good vibes and predisposition towards treating students. He had several girlfriends who were half-in-love with him, although I thought he was a bit of a snob and interesting, but didn't see what attracted them. Always made me laugh the conversations in the WhatsApp group on Saturdays afternoons where the girls turned the adjunct and his teaching assistant into an object of desire and veryyyy high-toned comments. There were three classes left: the last class, the second partial, and the makeup exam for this one (which I hoped I wouldn't have to attend). I was standing in the corridor between the student tables, chatting with my classmates when the professor arrived, greeted everyone, including those of us in the corridor (interrupting his way to his desk) began greeting us with a kiss. rare but not uncommon in him) when he arrives at me, as you can imagine, I turn my head and end up at a rare angle because his kiss ended in the middle of my mouth. I blush and lower my head, then he looks at me for a second and continues greeting me as if nothing had happened. None of the five girls with me noticed what had happened, so I didn't say anything and left it like that since the non-kiss was more my fault than his and honestly it wasn't the first time something like this had happened to me. The class began and it was like all the previous classes I'd had throughout my extensive university life. I noticed the professor would stare at me for a couple of extra seconds when I responded to his questions, although that attention made me blush a little, I had decided not to give it more significance than it had (I thought he must be calibrating whether I'd turned my head intentionally or just by accident) The class ended and while I was gathering my things the teaching assistant approached me and asked me to stay for a second because the professor wanted to talk to me. He did so in a low voice and with great discretion, I nodded and while my classmates were leaving the classroom I told them I wanted to ask the professor something about the exam (three of my friends were going and coming back in my car, so they had to wait) The room emptied quickly and I approached the desk where he was leaning. - Sebastián said you want to talk to me. -I asked. - Yes, I want to apologize for what happened at the beginning of class. It wasn't my intention to kiss you that way -he clarified, looking at me with an eye search for a response to a question that hadn't been asked. I didn't lower my gaze or shrink back, retreating is not in my genetic code (and if you've read any of my stories you'll understand why) - Nothing's wrong, partly it was my fault for turning around. -I minimized. - Well, I didn't want you to feel weird or harassed. -added making me smile. - It takes much more than that to make me feel uncomfortable - I replied - and even less to make me feel harassed. - I added without thinking. He looked at me with an intensity that disconcerted me again. - Well, now this is cleared up, I'm leaving - I said and started walking down the hallway until I reached where I had left my things. I took my purse and when I turned around, I bumped into him, who was standing behind me. He wrapped his arms around me to prevent me from falling onto the desks. I looked up and smiled at my clumsiness. He was serious, lowered his head, and kissed me. I tensed up. It had been too long since I was that girl who lived her life without caring what others would say, keeping in check the part of my personality that's a wild one (it's been so long since I've repressed it that it's hard for me to say it about myself that I was a careful slut). The professor licked my lips and... nothing... I responded with the kiss. We kissed frantically, I dropped my purse on the bench next to me, and ran my hand over his chest through his clothes. He put his hands inside my blouse and started climbing up towards my breasts. Lost in the lust of the moment, I didn't hear the door open until I heard Sebastián's voice (the teaching assistant) saying: - Excuse me. We separated, I smiled, and said: - That's my cue to leave. - Do you want to go somewhere else? - he asked. - No, I can't, the girls are waiting for me to take them. - Okay. - He replied, and indeed when we left, my three classmates were there looking at me with a questioning face. In the car on the way back, they subjected me to an interrogation since all three had seen Sebastián open the door, apologize, and leave. I responded with a number of evasions that they didn't believe, and even less so given the red and inflamed state of my lips. During the week, guilt for having broken the promise I had made to myself not to be unfaithful again began to attack me. So, halfway through the week, I decided I wasn't going to present myself for the exam and render the subject free in the next call, which was two weeks later. I told my classmates that I wouldn't be coming to the exam, so each one could figure out how to get to the faculty that day. Saturday... (What happened according to my friends) When the professor arrived at the classroom, he looked at all of us who were already there and stared at them when the few stragglers who were still outside came in. He approached one of my friends and asked: - And what about Carina? - She told us she wasn't going to come. The prof gave her a free pass. - Elba replied. - Did she say why? - No. - Zulema replied curtly, I had confided in her and told her what happened and how that confused me. Gustavo (who is the professor's name, which we will give him to stop calling him that) approached his assistant and whispered something to him. Then Sebastián began handing out the partial exam papers when one of the guys sitting at the back got up and asked for my phone number without any hesitation. When he finished distributing the papers, he went back to his desk and gave Gustavo the paper with my number on it. I was at home when a WhatsApp message from an unknown number rang: So you're not coming to render? As I'm in the WhatsApp group of the commission, it's quite normal to receive messages from classmates who aren't scheduled. No, I won't be coming. I'll render it free Are you really going to let a kiss ruin your semester? Who are you? - I asked. Gustavo - I thought about ignoring him and not responding. But... I don't know, I had been carrying my head too much in turmoil for a week to be able to control myself. It's not just because of the kiss, it's a bit more complicated than that Please explain - he asked. I wondered how I would explain that his kiss awakened a part of my personality that I had struggled to repress. If we were left alone again, I wouldn't know... tell him no, I was tired of being the 'good girl' who fulfilled all the social roles assigned to her, regardless of whether the life she was living was quite exhausting???? As I explained that a few years ago I would have cared less if my friends were waiting for me and I would have thrown myself at them in class, surely I would have gotten down on my knees and sucked it until he was dry? Not everything could be said, so I responded: 'I'm married' - what a pathetic excuse I thought, while looking at him writing - 'I'm also married, and I swear I never cheated on my wife' - what do you say to that? I wondered when I saw him writing again - 'it doesn't matter if you don't want anything with me, come to the exam. I'll feel very guilty if you fail the course because of me' - 'it's too late, don't you think?' - I replied - 'no, as long as you arrive before 12 you can take it' - it was nine twenty and I would have to meditate for a few minutes. And then I decided: 'I'm coming' - that was my response. It took me an hour to get there when I entered room 25 and 25 pairs of eyes turned to look at me. I smiled, blushing. - Sorry professor. I had problems with the car - I said as I approached his desk -. Can I take the exam? - Yes, of course - he replied while I sat down in the first empty chair. Sebastián gave me the sheet with questions and I prepared to answer. While I was writing as fast as I could on the five questions, the room began to empty. I had mixed feelings, wanting us to stay alone and wanting to run away. Inevitably, the room emptied and we were left alone. Gustavo came up to me - How are you? - Fine, I still have two answers left - Don't bother answering them, I'll pass you anyway - he said. I looked at him indignantly: - don't do that, I don't want to pass by favor. If we're going to do this, you'll give me the grade I deserve. - If we're going to do what? - he asked. I looked at him blankly and shrugged my shoulders, then went back to writing. - Is this your subtle way of telling me that if I want to sleep with you, I have a green light? - I nodded without stopping writing. He took hold of my chin, lifted my face, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. He got up and told his assistant (who had witnessed the entire exchange) that he was going out to smoke and for him to stay. I finished the exam 15 minutes later. I approached Sebastian and he said: - He's a good guy and this is the first time in five years that I've seen him behave like this with a student. - I don't know how to interpret these words - I replied sincerely. - I don't understand too much about what happened last week. All I know is that you spent the whole semester talking about me, so you can interpret it however you want. I smiled. - What do you want me to say? It confuses me a lot. I'm not looking for anything with anyone and last week I found myself kissing him out of control. - Are you married? - Yes. - Ah, I see. Being unfaithful the first time is complicated because it fills you with guilt. But I thought that if everything was okay in your relationship, you would have given me a slap on the face at the first attempt to kiss you. At that moment, almost laughed. His words were as far from the truth as the sun from the earth. But reality was much more complex to explain. I left the classroom and my friends were waiting for me to question me. I made something up (I don't remember what) and went to the bathroom. When I came out, my phone rang - it was Gustavo asking me to see him in his office. I told the girls I was going to stay studying at the library so they would leave. Zulema read more into my words than they said, convinced them to go away. I arrived at his office and knocked on the door. I entered when halfway there, and he attacked me, pushing me against the wall. He started kissing me. My purse fell to the floor with a loud sound. His hands were frenzied over my body and I wasn't offering any resistance, quite the opposite, I The hands under his clothes and I started touching him. He was kissing my neck and I was breathing heavily, holding back the moans. I caressed his pubic area over his clothes and he slowly and lazily undid his pants so I could touch it. I did that, started to massage it and it turned back to kiss me while he was rubbing my breasts that had been freed from the bra. I crouched down and fulfilled my fantasy of giving him a blow job. His cock was normal, slightly thicker than average. It was clean and smelled nice. I ran my tongue over it to moisten it and let my lips slide smoothly. I took it all in my mouth while sucking it gently. Apparently that pleased him because he let out a deep, guttural groan that cut off the silence in the office. I sucked it for a bit trying to get it all in my mouth, felt like the lack of practice was making it hard for me to do so. At no moment did Gustavo try to guide or force me to take more of him. - Stop, please - he begged. I don't want to come in your mouth. He made me stand up and lifted my blouse to leave my breasts exposed. He started sucking, biting, and stretching the nipples with his lips and teeth while his hands were undoing my pants and searching for my clitoris between my legs. He was caressing me skillfully, making me let out soft moans. My body tensed in search of release when he stopped caressing me. I turned around, leaning against the wall. I heard something falling to the floor and turned around to see him putting on a condom. I rolled my pants down until they were bunched up at my ankles. He penetrated me deeply and strongly. His thrusts didn't take long to bring me to the limit and make me fall into a sweet orgasm. Three or four more movements and he was done with me. We stayed there for a few minutes recovering our breath. We got dressed in an uncomfortable silence, which he broke by saying: - I'm going to flunk you on this exam, so come back next week to the remedial class. - That's unfair - I protested. It would be unfair to approve you and then have you disappear, as you probably think you'll do. I blushed with force. -I don't want to stop seeing you. -he insisted. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. -Until the next quarter comes around and you find another student? -I asked without thinking. -I know you won't believe me if I tell you I've never done this before. So I'll spare myself the senseless discussion. Don't disappear, please. -I don't know what to do. -I replied confused. -Let yourself be carried away and as long as we feel like being together, let's do it. -Without reproaches and without commitments? Just because we feel like it and if our schedules coincide? -the old me asked, taking charge of the situation. -That's it. -he answered smiling. To hell with everything, I thought while nodding.