Hot Night With My Professor

I woke up in the middle of the day thinking that I was alone on my bed, but when I felt a hand on my breast, I suddenly remembered what had taken place last night. I can’t help but feel hot over my body again.

Ismael gently pulled me closer to him and hugged me tightly. I couldn’t get up because I felt something bump into the soft part of my back. I held back a moan even as desire surged through my system again.

I glanced at him, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, and he didn’t know that he was touching my soft breasts.

How can he sleep so tight and soundly when he knows I’m with him? Does he really trust me? Now, I understand what he meant when he compared us to cats. Actually, he is like a cat, grumpy but clingy. What if I named the cat he gifted me after him?

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I flinched when I felt him squeeze my breast. I couldn’t stop moaning. Is he dreaming? Does he know what he’s doing?

I tried my best to face him without him getting awake so he could stop what he was doing. And then I realized he was dreaming. Is he dreaming about me? Did he think we were still having sex?

I laughed. This guy is unbelievably addicted to me. I really couldn’t help but wonder why, out of all the girls, he liked me. We have nothing else to do but fight against each other. What good did he see in me when I was just answering him absurdly, as always? I am not a soft-spoken person, let’s start with that.

“Hmm…” he mumbled as if slowly waking up. I just watched his face. I want to meet the opening of his eyes. He’s so fucking gorgeous. I want to kiss him now, but I don’t want to wake him up. I should wait.

I gulped when I suddenly felt his thing stand up, striking my lower abdomen, and because of the shock, I growled louder. I saw him slowly open his eyes, gently changing from confused to amused by the first woman he saw in the morning.

“Miss Alvandra, you’re here,” he said as if amazed, before caressing my face. Me too; I couldn’t stop being amused because, finally, he wasn’t gone when I woke up, unlike before, when he left me twice.

“Yes, I am, Ismael. I am here.”

He smiled and looked at my whole face as if he were memorizing every corner of it. He also fixed my hair on my cheek and put it behind my ear. He handled me very carefully. No one touched me like this before. “You’re so beautiful.”

I can’t hide my cheeks, which are now turning red. It must be nice to hear that from him all the time, that apart from me, there is someone who appreciates my beauty. And he always reminds me of that… that I’m beautiful in his eyes.

“Even in my dreams.” He caressed my cheeks. Maybe I should get used to his flaunting words like this. I also held his naked body and caressed it. I feel that I am very lucky because he is here with me. Although we didn’t have a good start, that caused us to end up in this situation. I can’t believe that this guy is dreaming about me and fantasizing about me now.

He leans closer and gives me such a wonderful, sweet kiss that makes my heart melt. He’s like bringing me out of this universe, showing me the entire celestial body. It is just his lips, but it takes all my worries away, brushing away all of my anxieties and leaving my mind all painted with different colors. Everything that weighs turns out to be light. It’s just him, but I can feel that I have everything in this world now.

I patted his shoulder when I realized that we had just woken up. I tried to stop him before I said, “Gosh, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“And so?” he stated between his small laughs before devouring my raw lips again. If my stomach did not growl, he wouldn’t stop kissing me. I was laughing when he pulled away, looking so annoyed at our interrupted kissing. He looks like a child who has not been given a chance because he is addicted to pleasure. Is he not getting bored, or is he trying to make up because he gave up last night?

“Seems like my tummy wants food, not you,” I teased before I stood up, but he pulled me and hugged me. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, but he started to plant small kisses on my shoulder while his hands were around me. I don’t know if I would laugh at him because he didn’t let me go. So, this is him when he’s into someone?

“Come on, I’m starving. I didn’t eat well last night at dinner either. I know you are too,” I said in between his tickles.

“Give me five more minutes. I’ll cook for us,” he whispered as he continued doing his business with my body. I couldn’t do anything but let him do what he wanted to do with my body. I could still feel him sniffing my scent, and I couldn’t stop being happy with what he was doing. He’s showing a lot of affection towards me, and I feel so loved by him. Even if he just likes me. I feel so lucky.

Just like he promised, he presented himself to cook for our breakfast. I’m not sure what he’s cooking, but he’s been fiddling with something from there in my fridge, and I don’t know if there’s anything left.

I gave him a loose shirt and pants, but he rejected them so many times because he asked, what’s the point of wearing them if he would take them off later. I just laughed at him. He really has plans to do it again, even though we had a lot already last night. I just put the clothes on his head so he can wear them fully.

I never noticed that days would pass swiftly when you’re happy, but I feel no sadness now, even if we’re apart because he’s going home. We made three days of happy memories. We watch movies and talk together, eat and bathe together, fall asleep, and wake up together. We are like a couple. I can’t get it out of my mind that one day we could be together if our relationship leveled up, but now there aren’t any.

He never asked about my feelings towards him, which is why I never had the chance to confess. I just chose to keep it a secret because he wasn’t courting me, so how would I say yes? I don’t even know what he plans for the two of us, but I admit that I am happy and satisfied with what is between us.

Monday came when I was excited to enter Marcus University because Ismael and I had only been away for a few hours and I missed him so much. I really intended to enter early in case I met Ismael in the room because he is our professor in our first subject.

I was on my way to our classroom when I suddenly felt something was wrong around those students in the corridor. I could hear them whispering and talking. It looks like they are into some hot issues and gossiping about them nonstop. It’s very early for that. Don’t they have an assignment that needs to be prioritized? Anyway, I just noticed now because I didn’t usually come to the university this early.

“Girl, have you heard the news? Professor Mondalla is dating someone!”

I stopped walking and suddenly turned to the woman there by the window. I stepped back to hear more of their conversation. Are they referring to me? Wait a minute, did it reach them that Ismael was at my house for three days? How?

I bit my lower lip as I maintained my composure. This gossip shouldn’t get to the faculty because Ismael’s fate will surely be like Professor Sybill’s.

I sighed and kept pretending to adjust the lace, even though I was wearing heels, so I could still hear them.

“Yes, I saw it earlier! He had a girl with him in his car! I saw her go out! The girl was said to be in the lower year!”

My shoulders slumped when I heard it. It’s like I’m running out of energy. Even my hands have not moved themselves. Even my knees can’t stretch to stand up again to walk away from what I heard.

“Gosh, so the issue was real then? Is she the girl that Professor Mondalla was with at the Island Motel Bar?”

The enthusiasm went out of my system and was replaced by resentment. I don’t want to believe it because it’s just gossip. I have no proof that what they say is true. How can Ismael have a date if he just confesses to me that he likes me? Does he like to mess with a lot of girls, and am I one of his victims?

“Are you sure?” said a woman.

“Yes! I have a picture! I took it a while ago because I know you won’t believe it! It was now spread in group chats.”

I tried my best to stand up and walk towards them. I quickly grabbed the phone of the woman who was showing off the picture she had taken. My hands trembled at what I saw. I wish I hadn’t looked at it.

It was real. Ismael is with another woman… seems younger than me.

My breathing became heavy as I suppressed the anger building up in my chest. I gave them the phone back before turning my back on them. I walked briskly, not going to the classroom but to Ismael’s office.

I can’t believe he’d do this to me. I thought he was real. Everything is just a lie. I cannot believe it. Is he making fun of me for how stupid I am to him? And I even agreed to let him stay with me for three days. I feel so little! I was very happy with what we did, which I shouldn’t be.

I opened the door forcefully and saw that Ismael was fixing things. He seems to be on his way to our class.

He was surprised to see me. He even flashed his smile effortlessly, saying that he was happy to see me again.

He was about to speak when I slapped him hard.

“Don’t dare talk to me again! I hate you!”