I raised my eyes to him, and tried to look into his soul, encouraging him to do the same to me. "I've missed you so much, Professor."
"You know you weren't the first I did this to. And far from the last."
"I know. But how many others followed in your footsteps? Took it as an inspiration?"
He broke our gaze, pausing a moment to enter deep into thought before speaking. "None that I know of. Was surprised when you did, so enthusiastically."
I heaved another breath. "I've tried to recapture the bliss I felt that day. The first time was always so wonderful. I've had some great times, but I can't get over that I wanted you again. Especially as you've looked after me from the shadows. The financial stock trading tips made it all possible, without spreading a plague of impoverished single motherhood."
We sat, enjoying one another's presence. There was a whole minute of silence, which felt like an hour to me. "Did you want to come with me, Sasha? See the world? Try a normal life and romance for a change?" he managed to finally let out. Thoughts of love stewed in him for awhile as well.
We'd talked about that since we've reconnected. We had so much in common despite our age difference. He knew I'd wanted to see the world one day, but I thought it was just going to be years down the line, when I had gone gray. We liked the same music, the same foods, the same movies. My affection for him only grew, and I knew it was becoming more than a silly school girl crush on an old teacher.
We, of course, also had the same ridiculous kinks. The very thing that brought us together in the first place.
"You mean, retire with you?" I spoke, after giving another half minute of silence to think.
"Yes. You certainly don't need the money either. Me, you, Daiva, and the son I ought to visit, who possibly resents me for not being in his life, ever, but I want to make it up to him somehow?"
"Please. He can't hate you if he doesn't know you. Not like I've been telling him his father is a deadbeat. I've pretty much acted like you were a wonderful man who left me far too soon. He'll probably hate me because he assumed you were dead and I was lying to him."
"The actual parenting part of being a parent is really quite difficult."
I giggled, poking him in the arm. "It's tough. Worth it. But tough."
"Well, I can't expect you to make up your mind quickly. We have a year to think about it, don't we? To see if we have a love for each other instead of just a friendship."
"Sure thing, Professor."
"I'm your fellow educator now, your peer, Sasha. Call me John."
"Okay, Prof – er – John."
"I have my own class to do. And plenty of things to set up. It may well be my last round of doing this, so I'm going to enjoy the nostalgia."
"I'll do the same. I have one more round of classes and a lesson involving our 'method'."
"If you're thinking about it, I'd make it a big one. Go out with a bang, instead of business as usual."
"Will do." Professor, I mean John, jumped off my desk and headed toward the door. My heart rate started to calm. If this was going to be his last year, there was no doubt in my mind that this was going to be my last year as well. I had no idea how I was going to go out with a bang, as he suggested, though.
Five minutes until the last of the day, and as they file in, I prepare for another session of the 'method'. Crap, I'm falling behind. I hopped over my desk and started rifling through the papers, all the people who had signed up to participate in my most carnal of lessons.
Quickly, I gazed through them. Girl on birth control pills. One used an IUD. Nuva Ring. Another set of pills. Barren – I felt for her. Patch. Shot. More pills. Another IUD. The last class of the day was enthusiastic, a lot of sign ups, but none of them met the standards.
You could always just use yourself, Sasha. You're never on any sort of protection. You love the adrenaline of having a man cum inside you and risking it all, too much. You do it on one night stands all the time, so why not in class? You're ovulating right about now, too, aren't you? That'd be one way to go out with a bang, the sensation of being fucked and bred in the lecture hall all over again.
No. You agreed to pick a student, and it’s not good to renege on that. I finally found one, breathing a sigh of relief. Natalie it is.
Boys, of course, were much easier. No pesky pill yet, and getting a vasectomy before thirty is possible, but it's really hard to convince a doctor to do it. I typically just picked the one who I thought was the most handsome. Which turned it from much easier to so much harder. All those young firm bodies and I had to pick one to strip down in front of me and give me something to fantasize about? It was like having to pick your favorite flavor of ice cream when they were all so delicious.
Sometimes I just picked because their name alliterated with the girl's. Alliteration is fun, what can I say?
No such loophole here. None of them really went with Natalie. Damn. I turned my head to side, blindly shuffling the forms of acceptable boys I wanted to see naked and fucking. Then I flipped the stack over, randomly picked one, and turned it over. Dennis, you're the next contestant on Breeding 101!
The next set of students had already begun to file in. I spotted Dennis, then started mentally undressing him. It's typically unethical, but impregnating your students kind of invalidates that concern. I couldn't wait to see what he was wearing under that tight t-shirt, and those jeans that showed every muscular contour of his thighs. Rightfully so, a big time player on the university football team.
I sighed when I saw Natalie emerged, my reluctant only choice for females. A whole other story. Her hair was blue, she had piercings all over, and she looked like she hadn't slept in a few days. I started to doubt if it was the best idea to pick a girl like her, then reminded myself that even the punk-rock girls can be responsible. It's not right to judge them on appearances alone. I had that phase in my junior year of high school, where I had rainbow hair and was convinced it was sexy instead of making me look like a clown. Natalie will be fine.
Grinning, I stood to greet the class. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Natalie throw something in her mouth and follow it with a gulp from her water bottle. I was certain you weren't suppose to be taking your prescriptions in class, but I wasn't going to narc on her. "Hello, Class!" I drummed up my enthusiasm quickly. This was your favorite, Sasha. Breeding day!
"Hi, Professor Reese," some said in return, but most mumbled something that may have resembled it.
I couldn't match the usual spirit though. My talk with Professor Rivera had taken a big share of my mind. "Today we're executing the most important aspect of our year-long human sexuality course. Many of you applied, and the choice was hard, but it was made. Would Natalie and Dennis come to the front of the room please?"
Natalie's eyes shifted, as she stuffed something in her pocket and came up. Dennis had quite the bigger spring in his step and rushed forward.
"Here we have two young people, in the prime of their lives. Young, attractive, sexy. Today, class, we're going to be viewing them taking advantage of their prime, their virility, their fertility, to study the most primal, instinctual nature of our sexuality: procreation."
The class murmured. Natalie's eyes widened in shock. They always did. I mean, the professor just said she's going to have a baby put in you. It's a pretty shocking declaration.
"I'm going to need our two volunteers and future parents to strip down to nothing. You can't copulate very well fully clothed."
Not to say Dennis didn't have his level of shock as well. His eyes darted over to Natalie, looking her up and down, and then back to his peers, some of them on his football team. They gave him a knowing nod. They were young frat boys – getting some was the ultimate prize to them.
He peeled off his shirt and tossed it off to the side. Twirling himself, he got some cheers and whistles from the girls. His team cheered too, although their pitch was perhaps less lustful and more jovial. He shook his head, bashful, but overpowering it with pride. I liked what I saw to
o. While not cut from granite, there wasn't much to complain about. A strong body, and legs that told you he had the stamina to go on for quite some time. Natalie was in for a treat.
Natalie herself though, shifted her eyes back and forth. "What do you want me to do again? Get naked? In front of the class? Are you crazy?"
"It's okay, Nattie," I began, walking up to her, and placing a hand on her shoulder. She was shaking. "I'm sure no one's going to judge you. Besides, when you gave me that form, you signed an agreement to do as I said as part of the lesson. We're all adults. Nudity's taboo status is a social construct. And understanding human sexuality is about trying to figure out what's driven by instinct and what's driven by society, which is why it's such a compelling topic."
"But everyone will see me!"
"Um, that's the point, sweetie." I sighed.
Dennis rolled with it. He was putting on a show, some weird combination of end-zone dance and striptease. I have to say, he has a future at Chippendale’s if he chooses to pursue it. He shoved his ass out, and shook it as he eased his jeans down over his ass, revealing boxer shorts. I still saw nothing to complain about, being happy with my random choice.
"Your partner isn't having an issue with it." Throwing my arm over her shoulder, trying to comfort her. Not everyone jumped into the lesson with glee, but some were more reluctant than others, even if after we finished, every participant was overcome with orgasmic delight. "Show the boys what you got, Natalie. No one's going to complain."
"But that'll – that'll make me a slut."
"You have blue hair and more piercings than a pin cushion. I doubt you're maintaining a good girl image very well." I rolled my eyes at her, my mind scolding my judgment of her. "Although we shouldn't judge a book by its cover. The most filthy perverted of us can come in the sweetest, most innocent packages. And I suppose the most timid of us can be marketed as crazy little sex-pots. Our sexuality sometimes is like a whole other identity." I shook my head, weaving encouragement into my lecture.
Dennis kept his ass to the girls, and I could see his shame had given way to laughter, the ridiculousness of the situation. That was always good, happy people are easier to work with. He presented his crack and then let the boxers slide and hit the floor. More gyrations as he turned around and presented that he was a shower, not a grower. I thought anyway, if he was a grower with that, I had chosen very well.
"Don't you worry about anyone calling you a slut. We have a strict non-disclosure agreement in place to encourage people not share what they see here. You're not doing this because you're a loose slut, you're doing this because you want to help further the class's education."
"I – I don't wanna." She trembled. I took a deep breath, and glided my hands sensually down the side of her body. I preferred men, but in my way of education, you figure out some tricks to ease women as well. A bit of pleasure is a social lubricant all its own. And stripping her myself may be the only way to get her to the next step anyway.
"Allow me to help you then." My hands gripped around her little short-shorts, frayed at the bottom and sequined with a bunch of designs I didn't really get – how artsy. "Personally, class, I'm a fan of getting the worst out of the way first when facing a difficult task. Most women would strip their tops off first, having less shame for their breasts. But the breasts will be no big deal once we've all seen Natalie's pussy."
"Wait, no, what are you doing?" My hands gripped the outside of her shorts, finding the button, and grazing over he pockets. Wait, that was a really weird texture. That wasn't a wallet, or a cellphone, or even keys.
"Natalie – what's this?" I let out a breath of disappointment as I pulled out a birth control blister pack, mostly empty. I stood, and looked down at her. "I thought you said you weren't on the pill. The agreement when you signed up for this class forbade dishonesty."
"Um. I wasn't on them when I handed in the papers yesterday."
"Wait, why is this mostly empty then?"
"I signed up because I heard there was money if you got picked, on top of the A. And I need money. But I also heard that whatever you did got you pregnant, so I started taking lots of birth control pills."
She heard? The NDA I made my students sign was far from perfect. People talk. They won't announce what they saw on public forums, but they'll discuss things with their best friends, family. Then they talk. Things get out. Videos get posted. I realized I forgot to take Huey's phone from him. Dammit.
That wasn't important right now. I gazed at the mostly empty blister pack. "Lots of birth control pills? Natalie, how many pills did you take?"
"Nineteen. I wanted to make absolutely sure I didn't get pregnant." She grinned, trying to look innocent.
I blinked at her. I'll always be surprised that people who are quite academically smart in some ways can be so stupid in others. Intelligence isn't an absolute. "Natalie, I'm sorry, but I have to expel you from the class. But more importantly, I need you to go to the infirmary right this second and tell them how many birth control pills you just took. You're only supposed to take one a day, sweetie. Not pop them like Skittles."
"Wait, I'm not? And please don't fail me, Professor Reese!"
"I'm not going to discuss your academic future when you've just horrifically poisoned yourself. Please, Natalie, head straight to the nurse, right this second."
"Poison?" Realization of her carelessness hit her. "Right, um. Thank you, Professor Reese?" She turned and headed out of the classroom, perhaps the first wave of nausea from her abuse catching up to her and reinforcing what she may have just done to herself.
The class was silent outside the sound of breathing. I took an assessment of the situation. You can never plan for everything to go your way. I have a hot, naked, young man, only feet away from me, no back up lesson plan, and a class curious yet so eager to learn.
"Class, well, I didn't expect that." I wasn't saying anything of value – I was stalling to buy time, to think.
You could always just use yourself, Sasha.
No. It's irresponsible. I can't let myself get knocked up just because it excites me. Just because I haven't cum so hard since I last did it all those years ago with my own student. Since I did it all those years ago with Professor Rivera.
"Professor Reese, can I get dressed now?" Dennis had a frown on his face. I could understand his disappointment, being robbed the chance to have a girl like Natalie.
"Um, uh..." You shouldn't do this, Sasha. Stop it. You could just teach this class like a normal human sexuality professor. You know, without breeding your students. In a way that doesn't require you to have seventeen types of blackmail on every member of the school board. You're qualified – your diploma isn't just in making students knock each other up. You're a smart, educated woman, skilled at what she does. Someone with your intellect shouldn't have to spread your legs for a lesson.
I didn't have to. I could do all that. Tell Dennis to get dressed, get them to open up a textbook, and just give a normal lecture. Yeah. Let's do that. Simple and to the point.
"Professor?" Dennis was holding his jeans. He wasn't even holding it against me for making me show his dick to the class. He probably even liked it. They'd just laugh and forget this bizarre incident.
I swallowed, and started to undo the buttons of my blouse, one by one, my eyes scanning over the classroom. "Dennis, please remain disrobed. Class, please come down to the table in the center of the room to observe today's lesson."
Chairs scraped across the floor as they did so, the last button of my blouse coming off and me throwing the garment to the side.
"Professor Reese, what are you doing?" One of my students asked.
Prof – John told me this was his last year. My heart wanted to go with him. He also told me to make my swan song something truly memorable. I didn't need to do something so brash and sexual for my class.
I wanted to, though. In the end, that's all there is to it.
I unhooked my bra. "Class, the reason I chose Natalie was beca
use no other willing girl in the room was fertile for the lesson. Most of you were on some level of birth control, and that's a good thing, believe me. I support safe sex. But this lesson requires an ovulating woman who is ready to conceive a child."
Tossing it away, I had the complete attention of the class. Well, my breasts did, anyway.
I unhooked my skirt and let it fall to the ground. "There is of course, one other fertile girl – probably better to say woman, in the room who fulfills this qualification of fertility and readiness."
Sliding off my shoes, I clinically slid my panties down my legs, baring my entire body to my class.
"Me." Throwing my arms out, I let my head tilt back and let them consume my body. Everything started to click again, all the wonderful rush of lust to my mind, and to my private parts.
"Professor Reese?" Dennis raised an eyebrow.
"Class, take a look at Dennis's dick. In spite of me having a decade and some change of age on him, his cock is showing that it doesn't care. It sees a sexy, confident woman who he has deduced wants him. His base instincts feed his mind, my declarations of fertility and willingness, pressing him to prepare himself for one of our greatest primal purposes in life – to reproduce. Dennis, do you agree with my assessment?"
"Um, I was just going to say you're fucking hot, Professor Reese, but I guess what you said works too?"
"Most people go through their lives never understanding the causes of their attraction, their sexuality. The purpose of Human Sexuality studies is to understand these subtexts. 'Fucking Hot' is only the surface, Dennis. I know blood is flowing away from there, but I expect you to gain a complete understanding of the subject matter even as you knock up your professor."
"Yes, Professor Reese." He nodded.
"Also note that since I hold the authority and power in our relationship, Dennis will avoid saying anything that would deny him what he wants from me – people will so often bend over backwards for sex, even when in most situations, it's a mutual exchange of love. For example, I could ask Dennis to cluck like a chicken, and he would do it, with his hard cock bouncing everywhere, growing harder in anticipation."
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