She bolts the second class is over. The minute that clock hits two and the rest of the shuffling, wise-cracking freshman start to get up out of their seats, she’s grabbing her bag and darting out the door.

Right, like I’m going to let her get away again.

Yeah, I know I should stay put. I know I should sit my ass down, let her leave and then go get a big stiff drink somewhere. Maybe hit up one of the townie bars off campus and get laid.

Except fuck that. She’s like a magnet, like she’s been the whole damn lecture while I basically stared at her. I stood there like some sort of horny teenager, letting my eyes drop to the tops of her breasts peeking out of that totally not-form-fitting plaid shirt. Except it didn’t matter that she had that other shirt thrown on, because I’d seen what was underneath. I’d stood there all fucking class thinking of those perfect young tits wrapped up in that tight damn tank top, with her nipples slowly hardening and showing through the wet cotton.

I’d somehow meandered through Jane Eyre while I’d fantasized about Ellie Thompson riding my cock, her face scrunched up in ecstasy as I pumped her full of my cum.

I shove other students out of the way, ignoring questions about class, ignoring the kid that tries to shove the three-day late report into my hands, until I see her side-stepping down a quieter hallway and making for the exit. I narrow my eyes at her, like she’s a target, as I storm right towards her.

I’m still half the hallway-length away from her when a guy in a football jersey suddenly pulls away from the stream of student walking past us and drapes an arm heavily over her shoulders.

I frown, feeling my jaw tense as I see it.

Jesus, of course there’s a guy. I mean a girl that looks like that, out on her own at college? Yeah, no shit there’s a boyfriend.

Ted; the name pops into my head from some other lecture I have with this piece of shit in it. One of those kids with zero business being at a school like this but he got in because he knows how to hit people on a football field. Yeah, I played football too, but I didn’t coast on it like this asshole.

I’m rolling my eyes at my own ridiculous horny fantasy about this girl and that perfect body when another movement catches my eye. He’s got her cornered against the wall of the hallway, but it’s the way she’s shaking her head and trying to push him away that has me growling inside as every muscle in my body tenses.

I see the emotion flare in her eyes and the way her her whole body tenses up at his touch like she’s scared, and all I want to do is murder this guy. My eyes narrow as I march right towards them.

“Look, just quit being such an uptight prudish bitch and-”

“That’s enough.” My voice booms out far louder than I intended it to, but the effect is perfect. Ted immediately drops his hand from it’s grip on her arm and whirls towards me, a scared look on his face that has me grinning to myself.

“It doesn’t really look like the young lady wants your hands on her, does it?”

“Oh, yeah, we were just talk-”

“Where I come from, ‘talking’ doesn’t involve grabbing a girl by the arm and stopping her from walking away.” I glance quickly at Ellie, who’s biting her lip as she looks at me with big, wide eyes.

Ted smirks, and for a second, I have to remind myself the consequences of putting my fist through his fucking face. “Listen, Mr. Mar-”

“Professor Martin,” I growl, and as I take a step towards him, he suddenly cowers a little and takes a step back.

Little punk.

“Yeah, sure, professor.”

“‘Yes sir,’ will do,” I say with a low voice. “And if I ever see you with your hands on a girl like that again, we’re going to have fucking problems. Do I make myself clear?” My eyes are locked on his, my hand in a fist at my side.

He nods quickly. “Yes, sir.”

“Move.”

He shoots one quick last look at Ellie before turning and skulking away.

I turn my attention back to her, still looking at me with those big eyes, her mouth hanging open. “Look, I hope I wasn’t putting my nose where it doesn’t belong.”

And immediately, I can think of a few other things I want to put where they don’t belong with this girl.

She smiles at me, that same grin from outside the coffee shop, and I can feel my cock twitch a little in my jeans. “Oh, no, that was…” She trails off and bites her lip. “Thank you,” she says quietly.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she rolls her eyes, her cheeks flushing pink. “He’s just a jerk.”

Her eyes dart up to mine, and I can see her breath catch a little in her throat. “Look, Professor Mar-”

“You should have said something,” I say, cutting her off and holding those big blue eyes with my own.

I don’t know why I say it, especially since I’m already probably crossing some sort of line by intervening with whatever drama that was with Ted. These are adults, after-all, and this isn’t high school or anything. But really, she should have said something. I mean she stood there letting me hit on her, clearly not realizing who she was with those damn shades and that fuckin’ hat on.

Clearly not realizing she was my damn student.

And for a second, as roaring hard and single-mindedly turned on I am for her, that little fact starts to sink in. She’s my student. I could technically lose my job over this shit if she decided to report me for harassment or something. You hear horror stories of some flirty young coed accusing a non-tenured professor of “offering to change her grade” or some sort of bullshit, and the guy's career is ruined even if he never laid on a hand on her.

She’s quiet, chewing on her bottom lip as that flush creeps over her cheeks, her big wide eyes locked on mine.

“Look, I’m, uh-” I cough suddenly realizing my hand is still on her arm and dropping it as I clear my throat. “Look, I’m sorry if I was inappropriate. Your sunglasses, and the hat-”

“It’s okay, Professor Martin.”

Fuck.

There’s something so innocent about the way she says it, something off-limits and wrong about the way it almost sounds like she’s acquiescing to me that gets my cock rock hard in my jeans.

“Well, listen, I really didn’t recognize you, although I have no fucking idea how I didn’t with you front and center in class every day like you are.”

It’s not really flirtatious, but she blushes like I just dropped a line on her.

“You’re sure I can’t pay for the shirt?”

She laughs, and it’s this musical sound, her whole face twinkling as she smiles. “No, honestly, I’m the one that should be paying for yours.”

I shrug. “We’ll just say it’s covered by your tuition.”

She grins, biting her lip. “I’m here on a scholarship.”

Damn, is this girl hitting on me? It’s shy and inexperienced, which makes no sense coming from a girl that looks like his, but she’s almost flirting with me.

“Ah, well, in that case, I’m going to need you to pay for the shirt.”

She laughs again, and I realize I’m grinning like an idiot, allowing myself to flirt right back with this girl that I should not be flirting with.

She opens her perfect, pouty lips to start to say something, but then quickly closes it, her cheeks getting redder.

“Listen, you sure everything’s okay with that jackass?”

She grins at me and nods quickly. “It’s okay, really. Just an asshole.”

The thought of him being a jilted lover or an ex or something has me tensing my muscles all over again. The thought of her being with anyone - let alone a douchebag like that - has me seeing red for a second; like she’s mine.

And she’s not - not mine, that is - but that’s not to say I’m not thinking of every single way I want to make her mine.

“Well listen, if you need to talk, my office is always open.” I shrug, “I work late.”

She blushes again and bites that damn bottom lip again. “Thanks, Professor.”

We’re standing in the damn hallway of the school, surrounded by people, and all I can think about is tearing that shirt off her and burying my face in those ripe young tits. All I can picture is her bouncing up and down on my cock, that tight barely legal pussy gripping my shaft as she moans my name and comes for me. I’m imagining throwing her legs up over my shoulders and fucking her like a girl like that needs to be fucked until I pump every drop of my cum deep inside that fertile young cunt.

Student; she’s a STUDENT you fucking idiot.

“Professor?” I shake my daydream out of my head and blink to see her looking at me bashfully.

“Hmm?”

“See you in class tomorrow?”

I cough. “Uh, yeah.” I smile, forcing myself to make it a teacher-student sort of nurturing smile and not a wolfish and hungry one. “See you tomorrow, Ellie.”