Page 23 of Folds
When she wears that suit, I can’t breathe. I’ve brought myself to orgasm thinking about the way the vest hugs beneath her breasts…
And then, I would fantasize about her somehow knowing I was thinking about her in that suit as I orgasmed and how she would look so very disapproving at me, her delicately angled features tense and her full lips pursed, and I would come again.
My hands shake when I push open the door to the history and media studies building, only to run head first into a custodian.
“Sorry, sorry,” I say, jumping back a step to get out of his way.
He’s an older man, ‘Robert’ embroidered on his shirt. I move to the side as he pushes a large black trash can overflowing with papers and a few broken drawers out of the building before I enter.
“Everyone has left,” he says with a frown. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Everyone?” My heart beats in a panicked rhythm, hard against my chest.
“The lights are all off and security will be locking up,” he answers. “If anyone is still in there, they will be leaving soon.”
“Oh…okay, thanks, Robert.” I nod, hope still firmly rooted inside me as I enter the building. About half way down the hall, the front door rapidly closing, I call back, “I’ll be quick!Wait…no.”
I don’t want this to be over quickly.
I want it to take however long Professor Kane wants it to take. I want it to be exactly what she wants and how she wants it. I want to do exactly what she asks, and I want to raise my hand and ask for permission before I do it. And then, I want a gold star for being such a perfect teacher’s pet?—
Ineedto fuck my professor.
Several turns, up a small flight of stairs, and down anotherlater, the small window of the closed door to Professor Kane’s lecture hall glows with what must be silver moonlight shining into the classroom. It would’ve been easy for the custodian to assume no one was there, but the light shifts, as if someone is walking in front of those massive windows, and I have to force myself to inhale deeply, because I just stopped breathing.
“I am going to fuck my professor. I am going to fuck Professor Kane,” I whisper the words, again and again, as my body is pulled towards the lecture hall.
My palms press against the small window in the door, my nose an inch or so from the glass as I look down into the room.
Breathe!
Professor Kane is there, and she’s wearingthetweed suit.
Oh Gods! Oh Gods! Breathe!
My throat is suddenly tight, and my tongue feels thick and clumsy in my mouth. That’s definitely not a part of my plan. My knees seem to wobble, and my fingers dig into the hem of my skirt. I hear a sharp tear and realize I ripped the skirt further, revealing another missed spot of paint on my upper thigh.
I graduated today…In six years instead of four, not including the gap year, and at two different schools, but I’m an adult! I’ve been one for a hot minute. I’ve rented more than one car. I have two—TWO!—different and amazing opportunities for next year that I have no idea what to do about: an artist in residence position back in California, and a scholarship to a prestigious graduate painting program in London. My parents want me back on the West Coast, but I like the cold, and there are other great programs in town where I could continue my studies…
But what if I don’t want to commit to one thing right now?
I’m fucking twenty-five, goddamnit. I can do this!I don’t know what else I want for my life, but I’ve wanted Professor Kane for a long time, and I’m going to get her…or, at least, really, really try to get her.
Her jacket is carefully laid over the heavy wood desk at the front of the room. She is in her vest and white button down,sleeves rolled up, as she strides around the front of the lecture hall, putting away boxes and adding things to an open leather suitcase by her desk. She moves with such purpose and certainty. There are no extraneous movements, no wasted energy, just confident perfection, and I’m enthralled.
I want to please Professor Kane.The need overwhelms me every time I see her.
It seems so hard to do, but if I could just get the reward of a single smile, the accomplishment of it could sustain me for quite a while. I know it.
On more than one occasion, I’ve almost fallen in the race down the stairs to get a seat at the front of the class.Would she have helped me up?I think so. Of course, she’d then sternly remind me I need to walk slower and arrive earlier, and somehow, the scolding is what would turn me on. I would fantasize about it in class. Professor Kane knows what she wants and is unafraid to demand it. It’shot.
I'd taken to carrying a second pair of underwear in my bag just so I wouldn’t have to ride the bus home in soaked panties after class. Even now, as she bends over to pick something up, the tweed fabric of her pants stretching tight over her ass, I can feel the gusset of my underwear cling to my folds.
I should’ve packed another pair.
Frantically, I search my furry purse in case I’d forgotten a pair in the zipper pocket.
I can’t seduce her if I’m already half lost to lust.Somehow, she’ll know I’m barely holding it together in her presence.
