Final exam
written by:
Tringle

Professor Collins paced back and forth across the stage, passionately waving his arms in emphasis as he summed up the point of the days lecture. Although I watched his every move intently, I hadn't the foggiest idea what that point was, or even the topic of the days lecture. All I knew for certain, was that this man was the most amazing creature I had ever set my eyes on, and some part of me longed to taste, touch, and relish every inch of him....Of course, there just one tiny problem with my unbridled lust for the thirty something Englishman... namely, he didn't seem to realize I existed. Ouch! As a junior at the University of Texas, it wasn't like I hadn't had my share of sexual encounters. However, most of the guys I had dated in my 23 years would be best described as self absorbed jocks, so my intense infatuation for my Psychology professor seemed amplified somehow by the fact that this wasn't just another guy - this was a man!

I had tried every trick in the book to get my most beloved professor to notice me. I tried wearing my long blond hair up, down, curled, straight... nothing. I used an obscene amount of makeup to make my large blue eyes look sexy, sultry, cute, glamorous... still nothing. I even stooped to wearing as low a cut blouse as I could get away with without being carted off to jail and then proceeded to drop my pencil a few thousand times in front of him, but I didn't even get a glance, at least not from him. In a final act of desperation, I resorted to the shortest skirt I could muster the courage to wear and began to sit right in front of his lecture podium. I watched him intently as I crossed and uncrossed my legs, trying to angle myself to show just a hint of my bare pussy lips through the sheer material of my white panties, but all I got was an eyebrow and a frown before he walked to the opposite end of the stage. Although my wardrobe changes brought me several invitations from other classmates, I didn't want just another college boy... I wanted Professor Collin!

Professor Collin was one of the hottest guys on campus. Every girl in their right mind daydreamed about him, and why shouldn't they?! He was tall, had dark hair, dark eyes, a million dollar smile, as well as a thick English accent that would make any girls toes curl. I knew I wasn't alone in my quest to gain his attention, but I had a sinking suspicion that I was one of the few girls who would actually do whatever it took to win his affection. I had had many lovers in my young life, but none had left me yearning for them or lusting after them the way Professor Collin did. None had made me weak in the knees at the mere thought of a single touch, and none had ever ignored my obvious displays of affection. Yep, it was safe to say that I was indeed in uncharted waters. I'm sure a small part of my intense lust towards the handsome professor was amplified by the whole taboo behind a student-teacher romance, but frankly, I didn't care. All I could think about was how he made my heart lurch at the mere thought of being touched by him.

Unfortunately, after a few weeks of struggling with my obsession with the seemingly undaunted professor, evidence of my lack of focus began to show in my grades. Since I had an agreement with my folks that they would continue to pay for my college tuition as long as I kept my GPA to a reasonable level, I knew it was in my best interest to regain some focus in class. Although my other classes this term were going really well, I knew failing Advanced Psychology would throw a real wrench in my game plan. After class one day, I made my way up to the stage, hoping beyond hope that the professor would grant me some signal that he even knew I existed or cared.

"Excuse me... Professor?" He stopped packing up his bag long enough to turn his gaze towards me, a small smile lighting his face. My heart beat wildly at just being so close to him.

"Yes?" Damn! He didn't have any idea who I was!

"My name is Annie... Annie Clark. I... I have been really struggling with the material this term and was wondering..." His gaze pierced into me, making a tiny drop of sweat form between my breasts. I suddenly began to wonder if he could hear my heart racing beneath my chest. His warm smile did nothing to soothe me as I swallowed hard and tried to continue. "I really need some additional instruction... tutoring. Would you...?" Before I could even get the sentence out of my mouth, Professor Collin pointed over his shoulder at a much younger dark haired man by the doors.

"I think if you speak with Rick, my teacher's assistant, he can explain to you how our study groups work. His name is also on the syllabus if you need to give him a call for additional information. Good luck!" With a flash of a quick smile, Professor Collin turned and walked hurriedly towards the side doors. I watched as he walked out of the classroom, admiring the way his dark trousers hugged his firm cute butt as he moved away. I shook my head and turned towards the student the professor had pointed to.

As I approached, the young man looked up from his desk and flashed me a wide brace-face smile. I smiled back politely, and explained my need to acquire a tutor. He explained the details of the small study group and wrote down the date and time of the next session on a small sheet of paper. Apparently the group met every Monday and Wednesday in the small classroom right off from the main auditorium. Oh how I wish I had paid more attention to the syllabus before letting myself get so far behind!

After a few weeks of regularly attending the study group, I was beginning to feel a little more confident in my understanding of the classroom materials. I would still find my mind wandering as the professor talked, dreaming about all the ways I would love to feel him touch me, but usually I managed to muster the concentration to bring myself back to the course topic. A main advantage of now knowing the course material was that I found it easier to think of deep and thoughtful questions that I could use to engage the unknowing professor into conversations after class. I sought out every opportunity to approach the professor, hoping beyond hope to make some type of impression on him or at least get him to know my name! The first few times it seemed as though he answered my questions with a deep genuine interest, but after a while he began to exit the auditorium so quickly after his lecture that I couldn't get up to the stage in time to ask anything. I cursed to myself, slowly feeling the harsh reality sink in - this man wanted nothing to do with me.

Or, did he? About a week before our final exam, I found myself watching the professor stroll from one end of the auditorium stage to the other discussing adamantly the rules of basic attraction and the main triggers of human sexuality. Just hearing him talk about carnal lust and secret urges made my mind race with visions of him removing my clothes and kissing me. I could actually feel his fingers tracing the curves of my body as he spoke, forcing me to crossed and uncross my legs in an attempt to tame the warming between my thighs. Something deep within me burned and ached for him, and he didn't even know. Realizing I had let my mind get away from me yet again, I straightened up in my chair and tried to refocus on the stage. As I looked up to the professor, I realized that his eyes had locked onto me and, for an instant, I thought he was speaking solely to me... "Sexual urges can be so intense and irrational that they may even drive man to do the unthinkable.... sometimes, even the socially unacceptable...." His thick accented words echoed in my ears and my heart raced in my chest before he raised an eyebrow, gave me a slight smile, and then quickly turned moved on to the next topic. Did I just imagine that, or did we just have a moment? My cheeks burned as I looked back down at my notes, trying to refocus on the lesson. I tried to recreate the moment throughout the rest of the class, trying to lock my gaze with his once more, but it was apparent that Professor Collins was purposefully ignoring me or really hadn't intentionally focused on me at all. Once again, I watched him bolt for the side doors at the end of class and I retreated back to my dorm feeling deflated.

The next week, I met up with my study group once more in the small classroom next to the main auditorium. In our final meeting, we discussed the items that would be the main focus on for the next day's final exam. Fortunately for us, Rick seemed to have valuable insight as to what material would be covered most, so I hurriedly jotted down every word, desperately praying I wouldn't miss anything. After our hour meeting, Rick summed it all up with a few quick words of encouragement and a suggestion to get plenty of sleep before our big test tomorrow. As the other students began filing out of the room, I focused on packing up my notes from the evening. Rick approached my table and handed me a small stack of index cards printed with small neat notes. He smiled at me as I looked up at him questioningly. "I thought you might need a few additional notes about what to study from the material covered in the first part of the semester. You said you struggled the most on the material from earlier, so I just thought..." his voice trailed off as he shrugged and smiled bashfully at me.

"Thank you." I said, not really knowing how to respond to such a kind and thoughtful jester. Rick shrugged again and quickly looked over his shoulder to see if everyone else had left the class, before lowering his voice.

"I was wondering... do you think maybe you and I could get together after the exam tomorrow? I just thought maybe you would like to join me for a cup of coffee or something?" He smiled meekly at me, a hopeful expression on his face. I was completely stunned and not really sure how to say "no" without crushing him. I had turned down many guys in my time, but none seemed as fragile as this one. I smiled warmly and did my best to hide my discomfort.

"Ummm... I'm really sorry, Rick, but... right now, I just can't get past my focus on Professor Collin... I mean," I quickly corrected myself, "I mean, Professor Collin's exam." I smiled, laughing nervously. "Thanks so much for thinking of me though!" I said honestly, waving the cards at him as I quickly grabbed my bag and hurried from the room.

As I reached the exit, I remembered that I had left my book in the main auditorium after class and turned and headed back down the hall in that direction. At the main hall doors, I realized that the auditorium had been closed up for the evening. A small light from beyond the stage cast an eerie glow on a few of the desks, but most of the large room was shrouded in darkness. I hesitated to proceed into the black abyss, but knew I would have no chance of doing well on the final if I didn't get that book. After taking a deep breath, I stepped timidly into the room, feeling my way in the darkness towards my favorite spot in front of the podium. After a few long moments, my eyes adjusted to the dark and I saw my book lying on the floor. As I hurriedly reached down and shoved the book into my bag, I thought I heard a sound in the room. I held my breath. I found myself praying that it wasn't Rick. I just knew it would be incredibly awkward to face him after turning down his offer for coffee and couldn't stand the idea of enduring him trying to convince me of rethinking my answer. Suddenly, I heard his voice at the entrance of the auditorium. "Hello? Is there someone here?" My eyes adjusted to the lack of light, so I could just make out his silhouette in the dark entry way. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would spot me, so I moved up closer to the stage and knelt quietly on the shadowed steps, praying that he wouldn't hear my breathing.

After what felt like an eternity, I head Rick sigh loudly and close the auditorium doors behind him as he left the room. I exhaled slowly, trying to debate how long I should wait before emerging from the auditorium. What if Rick were still hanging around outside? I stood up, walked quietly up the stage, and scanned the large dark room. So this is what it feels like to be Professor Collin, I thought smiling to myself. "I wonder how well he can see me from his position behind the podium?" I thought to myself. I walked up to the large wooden structure in the center of the stage, running my hands along the smooth detailed edges. I strained my eyes in the darkness, trying to find my seat, but I couldn't really see anything beyond the first row. I sighed, slightly disappointed. "Is someone there?" I heard a thick English accent behind me. I jumped and let out a small scream as I spun around in the direction of the sudden break in the silence. As I turned, I found myself face to face with Professor Collin's wide eyes. My heart began beating wildly in my chest as his eyes burned into mine.

"Oh, I.. uh....I.." My mouth couldn't form the words as I tried to explain my presence.

"What are you doing here, Miss Clark?" My brain spun wildly as I tried to remember if that was really my name and why in the world I was standing on this stage. Suddenly a light came on and I remembered what my original goal in all of this had been...

"I forgot my book and, well, I thought I heard something and..." I stumbled over my words before my voice trailed off into the darkness. I looked up into his burning eyes feeling a familiar tingle between my private folds. I was so embarrassed at my inability to speak a word that it took me several moments to register the fact that he had called me by name. As it dawned on me that I had never heard him say my name before, an uncontrollable smile erupted on my face. "I really want to do well tomorrow, so I thought it was best to come back for my book." I explained, feeling the air between us change somehow. Professor Collin moved closer to me, his eyes narrowing in on me in the darkness.

"Do you realize how difficult you have made this semester for me, Miss Clark?" he asked, his voice deeper and harsher than I had ever recalled hearing it. My eyes widened in surprise, I wasn't sure what to say in response to that. "You have come in here day in and day out, flashing me that gorgeous smile and showing off those amazing curves only to leave me running out the door ever day after class trying to erase the wicked thoughts I have about you." His eyes burned into me with intense lust, his thick accent articulating each unbelievable syllable. My mouth fell open in shock, as my heart began to pound wildly beneath my breast. Professor Collins moved closer still, his nose nearly touching my own. "If you did all of that for the sole purpose of obtaining a good grade from me, you can be on your way now, Miss Clark." He nearly spat out my name as his fiery eyes burned into me, challenging me to run.

As the words registered in my brain, I met his gaze with a new found courage, straightening my neck and shoulders as I turned my head slightly, allowing my lips to barely brush his. "I believe I'll stay, Professor Collins." I stated quietly, yet confidently. His eyes flashed with passion as his face softened and he moved his lips down to mine. I could feel my legs weaken beneath me as his tender lips brushed mine tentatively. I turned my head, parting my lips slightly to allow his warm tongue to enter. His hands made their way through the darkness, reaching up and circling around my waist, pulling me against him. I kissed him back, running my fingers through the thick dark hair at the nape of his neck. I felt his hands move downward, reaching beneath my short white skirt and grabbing my ass as he hands tenderly kneaded at my warming flesh. He eased me back up against the podium as he pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth, more forcefully our tongues became engaged in a passionate battle of wills. I moaned as the growing bulge in his pants pressed against the thin white fabric of my panties, I could feel my clit throbbing for his touch.

I broke our kiss long enough to reach down and pull the thin t-shirt over my head, letting the material dance to the dark floor beneath. Professor Collin's eyes watched my move intently, burning with lust as they settled on the lacy bra, focused on the straining silky material which bound the tender flesh of my large breasts. His fingertips traced the lacy detail of the material and slowly reached up and pulled the straps down, causing the large orbs to bounce into a new found freedom. My nipples instantly hardened in the evening air, making Professor Collin groan in delight. He bent forward, taking the first nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tender flesh. My brain danced wildly in delight at the amazing sensation. I threw my head back and moaned, my hands gently encouraging him to continue the exploration of his lips. As his mouth moved on to the second aching nipple, I leaned further back against the wooden podium, my hips trusting forward slightly and pressing against his now fully alert cock.

He groaned in pleasure at feeling me against him, and broke away to tug at his zipper and allow his dress pants to fall in a hush to his ankles. Even in the dark room I could make out the large glistening tip of his massive tool, and I knew I needed to feel it between my lips. Before he come move back to my breasts, I fell to my knees in front of him, kissing the silky tip gently before allowing my tongue to rub over the large head of his long hard thick manhood. I heard the professor groan as my lips encircled his large tool and ever so slowly slid his hot flesh between my lips. I relished the sweet salty taste of him as he slid deeper and deeper into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw muscles, trying to avoid gagging as his massive cock stretched the soft skin around my lips. I couldn't remember ever having such a huge beast between my lips and moaned as he began to slowly pump the rock hard flesh into my mouth. My tongue cradled his flesh with each move, massaging his long shaft as he rocked. I looked up into his face through the darkness, locking eyes with him as he pumped harder and harder, causing my breasts to bob up and down with each thrust.

The professor moaned again, unable to control his need to bury his tool inside me. He removed himself from my mouth and practically picked me up from the ground and spun me towards the auditorium. I relished the sensation of being controlled, wanting to feel him take charge of me... to be the man I had been craving. I felt him reach up beneath my skirt and rip the now soaking satin material of my panties from my body. I gasped in surprise as I felt his thick long fingers rubbing gently up and down my now dripping slit. I moaned again in pleasure as I instinctively thrust my ass towards him, allowing him further access to my dripping pussy and making it clear that I wanted to feel him deep inside. I felt him ease the head of his large cock into me, my skin stretching to accommodate such an enormous member. I moaned as I felt him slowly slide in, completely filling me and stretching the sensitive wet skin. His firm hands wrapped around my waist, slipping down the flat of my belly to seek out my now throbbing clit. He rubbed the tender flesh gently as he slowly slid in and out of me in a soothing rhythm.

"Do you know how long I have wanted to do this, Miss Clark?" he whispered against my ear, I moaned in delight, feeling his hot breath against my neck. "I have watched you every day since the first day of class..." he thrust himself into me harder, faster. His fingers rubbing my tender clit more forcefully, making my head spin as I felt my passion build. I moaned again, feeling my body clamp down onto him. Professor Collin reached down with his free hand and lifted my left thigh into the air, allowing him to push even deeper into me. I nearly screamed as he pushed with even greater force deeper into my hot raging body. The new position left me slightly off balance as I fell forward onto the wooden podium, my hands clinging to the edge just to keep up right. My erect and tender nipples ached as they rubbed up against the cold wood of the podium beneath me. The smacking sound of his balls against my now sweating ass cheeks echoed throughout the large auditorium, as he pumped even more vigorously. My mind raced with thoughts of being discovered bent over the podium with the professor's raging cock hammering in and out of me, adding to my already intense excitement. I scream as my body exploded with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. The waves of passion caused my body to clamp even tighter onto his massive muscle, the professors threw his head back and with a final thrust erupted inside of me, filling me with his hot burning fluid. I completely collapsed onto the podium, trying to calm my beating heart as the tingling sensations of my body began to calm.

After several moments, the professor pulled his not softening cock from me and bent over to kiss my back. I almost purred at his soft touch, wishing I could feel him inside again. I turned around towards him, kissing him passionately once more on the lips, running my fingers through his hair. ‘Thank you, Professor." I whispered into his ear.

"No, thank you, Miss Clark." He whispered back, kissing me once again.

I wish I could say that I aced the exam the next day, but I found it incredibly hard to concentrate on the questions when all through the testing time I could feel the professor's eyes burning into me. We exchanged a couple of quick and knowing smiles throughout the day, but never spoke about the evening before. Oddly, I was the very last student to turn in my exam to the professor. Even Rick, the most devoted of teacher's assistants, had long since left before I approached the podium with my paper. Professor Collins took the paper and eyed my answers before adding it to the large stack on the wooden podium. "Looks like I might be having you return to my class next semester, Miss Collins." He said authoritatively, but smiling lustfully at me.

"And I am truly looking forward to it, Professor Collin." I whispered to him as I gave him a sensuous smile and headed for the exit doors. I could feel him watching me as I approached the exit and, just before disappearing through the heavy double doors, I made a point to drop my pencil. As I reached down to pick it up, I heard him gasp and then moan from his position at the podium. Since I opted not to bother with panties this time, I was pretty certain his reaction meant that our next semester would be even more stimulating.