My Hot Professor

by Mia Madison

  "A kegger at Alpha Phi?" She raised her voice to a squeak and added, "oh my god, it's going to be so fresh !"

  "No," I laughed, "it's my grandparent's diamond anniversary." Before she could ask, I added, "that's 75 and it's the other grandparents ."

  "Oh," she looked a bit dejected but did her best to hide it. "Well, have fun ."

  "Actually, I was hoping you would go with me ."

  "Oh-well-umm… Yeah, I would love to." Olivia's fingers twisted the scarf around her fingers while I drove. It was a couple of blocks before she finally spoke again, "I'm thinking a diamond anniversary party is going to be on the fancy side ."

  "Yes," I answered distractedly as I maneuvered my way through traffic, "they're having it at the castle ."

  "They own a castle ?"

  "No," I chuckled at her shriek, "they're having it at a venue called the castle. They're inviting everyone they know and I'm pretty sure a couple hundred that they don't know." I was negotiating a dog-eat-dog intersection and wasn't fully paying attention to what she was saying - or rather what she was not saying .

  "Nate, I would love to go with you, but I really don't think my mini-dress would be appropriate ."

  "I love that dress," I growled, "it slides off so easily ."

  Olivia blushed and hid her face in her hands. "That's not helpful," she lamented, "I don't want to embarrass you in front of your family .

  I pulled the car into an empty parking spot and turned to give her my full attention. "Babe, you could never embarrass me ."

  "Even if I showed up at your grandparents 75th wedding anniversary looking like a stripper ?"

  "Oh," I sighed, "my grandfather would love that I got him a stripper… my grandmother, not so much ."

  "Nate-"

  "How about we just get you something appropriate to wear," I interrupted and pointed to the storefront of an upscale dress shop. After a few minutes of negotiations about how she thought I shouldn't and my correction that I should, we made our way to the store where a rather snooty sales lady pulled out all the stops .

  "Well, the lady must have the correct foundation to go with such couture," Miss Madeline was haranguing Olivia after she balked at the price of a bra and panty set. Personally, I thought she should have gotten it in multiple colors and gave a nod to Miss Madeline to indicate such .

  Olivia looked like she was fast approaching the end of her rope with the whole affair and motioned for me to follow her into the changing room. As soon as we got in there, she turned on me .

  "What are you doing?" She was pacing inside the private room, and I could see angry Olivia reflected in multiple mirrors .

  "Nate, you can't just buy me stuff," she huffed and I wondered what it would be like to strip her bare in a room filled with mirrors. I couldn't keep my eyes off the multiple views the mirrors presented to me. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating .

  "Are you even listening to me?" With a huff, she started pulling off the dress she had been trying on. That got my attention .

  She had been able to pull the zipper down part way and turned to me for assistance. I reached out to slide the zipper down the length of her and reveled in the way it exposed her silky skin underneath. As she stepped out of the dress and put in back on the hanger, I made myself at home on a nearby sofa to watch the show .

  Olivia was still pacing back and forth, but with her high heels and the new bra and panty set it was more like a Victoria Secret show. But private. Just for me. Every once in a while her pacing would turn into the sexy saunter that I loved so much and I couldn't wait for her to angrily rip off the rest of her clothes .

  At one point she reached up to spin her hair into a bun, and the way her breasts bounced when she threw her head back had my dick hammering against my pants. I leaned back to give myself some room and clasped my hands behind my head. This show was worth every penny I was going to spend at the register .

  "What will people think?" She asked as she reached back to unclasp the bra. I was torn between the one mirror that highlighted her breasts and the one that focused on her ass. I was ping-ponging back and forth between the two when she sat down on my lap for assistance with the clasp. "What the hell is this thing made of ?"

  I slid my fingers up her back and flicked the clasp open without much effort. I saw her breasts bounce as I did so, and I reached around to cup them. The sight of my hands molded to her breasts like her personal bra fulfilled every teenage fantasy I had ever had. I leaned forward to kiss her back while she removed the lingerie and folded it into a delicate pile .

  "I mean," she continued her rant, "I don't even know how they get the nerve." I'm not even sure she realized what I was doing .

  She moved to get up, and I took the opportunity to slide my fingers down her body and hitch them into the wisp of fabric the store considered panties. As she stood from my lap, I slid the panties over her ass, down her legs, and then held them while she stepped out of them. Clad only in her high heeled pumps, she took the panties and tossed them onto the counter .

  I almost shouted bravo when they landed on top of the folded bra. Instead, I went back to watching the show, in every angle that my hungry eyes could catch .

  After a few minutes, she caught sight of my wicked grin and came over to investigate. As she got close enough to reach for her, I pulled her down on top of me. She landed with her legs on either side of mine. It was like she was all saddled up and ready to go and I reached back to cup her ass and pull her closer .

  "Have you been listening to me ?"

  "No," I said right before I leaned forward to suckle on her breast .

  "Oh my god, Nate," she hissed as she realized what was happening, "we can't. Not here. Someone is going to come in !"

  I chuckled as my tongue circled her nipple. "Nobody is coming in," I assured her before moving on to her other breast. I caught a glimpse of her reflection and saw her both arch her back to thrust her breasts towards me and drop her head back in pure bliss. I redoubled my effort and slid one hand around to work her clit .

  In no time at all, she was bucking against me looking for her release. Even with my clothes on, I wasn't that far behind her. When she reached down to unzip my pants, I thought I was going to explode .

  With a bit of maneuvering, my cock was freed only to be swallowed up by her wet pussy a moment later. She took me in hard with one swift stroke, and I had to control myself so I wouldn't come before her .

  The live version of wild Olivia was amazing, but watching her ride me from so many different angles had my eyes glued to the mirrors. I could see her pussy swallow me whole in one mirror and watch her tits bounce rhythmically in another. I wanted it all. All of it. All of her .

  I closed my eyes to stay off my release and grasped her hands when she pressed them to my chest for support. A moment later she cried out her release and I immediately followed her through the gates of pure bliss .

  She pumped up and down on me a few times before collapsing against my chest, breathing heavy and spent .

  "Well, I'll tell you one thing," I whispered when I was able to regain my voice, "were definitely getting that bra and panty set ."

  Olivia

  I felt like royalty walking into the Anniversary party with Nate. I was wearing some fancy designer dress and his now favorite lingerie, but most of all, I had Nate on my arm. The sexiest accessory ever .

  "Nathanial," an elderly woman called out and the sea of guests parted in front of her as she hobbled over to Nate .

  "Gamma," he called out before bending over to envelope her in a warm embrace. "Happy Anniversary !"


  "Oh my boy," his Gamma gushed, "so good you could make it ."

  Before Nate had a chance to introduce us, she turned and sized me up. "So," she eyed me critically, "you must be this Olivia I've been hearing about ."

  "Yes, Mrs. Dalton," I stammered, as she gave me the once-over. I was not expecting such a frank appraisal .

  "Ok," she announced, "You'll do ."

  Nate covered his mouth to keep from laughing while I just stood there in shock. "Well, thank you," I murmured, unsure what to say in response .

  "Gamma," Nate threatened, "let's not scare her away before you get to know her ."

  "Oh," she shushed him away with a wave of her hand, "you like her, that's all that really matters ."

  "Well, I'm glad to hear that," Nate laughed .

  "You'll bring her to lunch next week and I'll really get the measure of her." She waved her finger between the two of us as she spoke, "Tuesday, that's a good day ."

  "Gamma," Nate interrupted, "I'm not sure if Tuesd -"

  "Oh, I'll just text you," she decided and then picked up the smart phone that was hanging around her neck on a gold chain. "Siri," she called out, "text Nathanial." A moment later she relayed all the information for their lunch date and ordered the message sent. A second later, Nate's phone dinged .

  "There," she said with some finality, "now you have the info ."

  "Thanks, Gamma," Nate laughed with resignation and leaned over to give her a hug .

  She finished with him and reached over to give me a hug as well. When I bent over for our embrace, she whispered in my ear, "don't let these primped up trophy wife wannabe's get in your head," she advised, "they aren't worth nothing to you and my boy here ."

  "Now, I have other guests that want to wish me will ."

  I stared in shock as she hobbled away toward a group of men in tuxes. One by one they saw her coming and fear crept into their eyes .

  "Wow," I turned to Nathan, "Your grandmother is scary, Nathanial ."

  "You're telling me," he laughed and then grabbed my arm and headed towards the bar .

  When we got to the bar, I took a moment to look around at the crowd. Nate's Gamma wasn't wrong about the women at the party. Dozens of wannabe trophy wives were eyeing Nate appraisingly and throwing daggers at me .

  I was ready to step out of their line of sight when Nate reached out and put his arm around me. He was busy ordering us drinks and instinctively reached out to pull me close. A few of the women narrowed their eyes at that - but others shrugged and moved on to more available prospects .

  "Wow, tough crowd," I murmured to nobody in particular .

  As the party continued, I got some insight into Nate that I hadn't already learned from our time together. He played basketball in college, his nickname in High School was dunk because he was the only one tall enough to dunk the basketball in gym class, and he had a wife .

  That last one was a deal-breaker .

  I had just come out of the powder room when I spied a tall leggy blonde with her arms around Nate. They were on the verandah having what looked like a private conversation. She wasn't the first wannabe who made the moves on Nate, so of course, I went out to help him thwart her plans. By the time I got close enough I realized they were deep in conversation about me .

  "Be serious Nate," the leggy blonde scoffed, "she doesn't belong here ."

  "That's not for you to say, Angela," Nate defended me, "and it's really none of your business ."

  "What are you talking about none of my business?" Angela's shrill voice carried farther than she intended and continued in a hushed tone, "these are my people Nate. My friends and family are here and you bring her ?"

  "It's my grandparents anniversary," Nate spat out through gritted teeth, "and I'll bring whoever the hell I want ."

  The conversation sounded a lot more private than I was comfortable with, so I slunk back into the party and hoped I wouldn't get caught spying on them. A moment later, I saw his Uncle Theodore heading to the bar and I pulled him aside, "Excuse me, Theodore -"

  "Theo, please," he interrupted, "who are you again ?"

  "I'm Olivia," I pointed out Nate and the woman he was with to Theo, "Do you happen to know the woman with Nate ?"

  "Oh, yeah," he said after a brief hesitation, "that's Angela. A beauty that one," he confided before going on, "they've been married going on .."

  He turned to one of the other men at the bar, "Hey Frank, how long have Angela and Nate been married ?"

  "Geeze, I wanna say somewhere around 10 years ?"

  "Yeah," he agreed, "beauty of a wedding that was - never a more beautiful bride have I ever seen ."

  "Oh," I asked so there wasn't any confusion, "So, they're still married ?"

  "Are you kidding me?" Nate laughed, "why if I had that one on my arm, I would never let her go. A beautiful woman that one there. Blissfully happy the two of them. The cutest couple around ."

  I thanked him for his assistance and went to the coat check and left without a backward glance at Nate and his wife .

  Olivia

  B oard of Trustees review meeting 12:30

  The calendar on my phone dinged with a reminder and I almost tossed it across the room, "Tisha," I called out instead, "Do you have any ice cream ?"

  "Olivia," she responded from behind a stack of case files, "I told you before, I'm not going to facilitate your descent in self-pity over a man ."

  Tisha was pre-law and really into women's empowerment at the moment. It was annoying as fuck .

  "Did I mention he was married ?"

  "Yes," she murmured, "about a dozen times ."

  So, I wasn't going to be winning any house guest prizes at the moment, but after finding out that Nate was married, I went back to our - or rather to his house and gathered up my things. Tisha helped me do all the appropriate searches and indeed he was married and as far as we could tell, not divorced .

  I felt like I had been run over by a train. I was doing fine on my own, taking care of myself. Then Nate came in and threw out my life and replaced it with his - only to take that away again .

  And now this stupid meeting. I didn't know if it was to save his job or save my education. Just a semester and a half away from graduation and my life was in the toilet .

  I pulled myself off the couch and went in to take a shower. I could at least look presentable to my execution .

  When I arrived at the conference room, I was asked to wait while the board attended to other matters. I sat down and braced myself for the sight of Nate. I hadn't seen him since the party. He had called of course, but I hung up on him until he got the hint .

  Sitting here now, I didn't know which was pulling my stomach into knots more - the idea that I might get kicked out of school, or that I was going to come face to face with Nate .

  The door opened suddenly and a woman came out carrying a folder with papers. She caught sight of me and paused, "Oh, Ms. Burgess," she whispered and closed the door behind her, "They're all done with your case, you can go." At that, she turned on her heel and walked through a thick door marked STAFF .

  "But what does that mean?" I called after her retreating back. "Why am I here ?"

  A moment later, Nate stepped out of the boardroom and my blood ran cold .

  "How dare you," I started and then threw up my hands at him .

  I started to walk away and Nate ran after me. "Olivia," he yelled after m
e, "just hear me out ."

  "Nope, I yelled, "not gonna do it ."

  He reached out for my arm and I turned on him, "Don't even think about it ."

  Nate put his hands up in surrender before continuing, "Don't you want to hear what happened in that meeting?" He had a folder in his hands that he slapped against his leg. I wanted to know if that folder included anything on me .

  "Does it affect me ?"

  Nate pointed to an empty conference room and we went inside for some privacy .

  "I should have told you about Angela," Nate said as soon as the door was closed .

  "Ya think?" I shot back .

  "I didn't know how to tell you. You have to understand," he pleaded, "we've known each other for years, we grew up together, our families are intertwined ."

  "So, are you like cousins or something ?"

  "No," Nate started to laugh but one look at my expression stopped him cold .

  "We did the whole - just out of college, gonna make the parents happy, join the families to take over the world - thing." Nate had this awe shucks look about him that I wasn't interested in seeing .

  "Delightful," I spat at him .

  "Angela is my ex-wife now," Nate tossed a file on the desk and the divorce decree slipped out. "I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but I hope you will ."

  I took out the papers and noticed the decree was dated yesterday. "Why now?" I asked him, pointing out the date .

  "It was time," he explained, "Angela and I haven't' been together for years, she's been in New York and I've been anywhere else." Nate had told me all of the places he lived but never mentioned New York. "We never bothered to get a divorce because there was never any reason to ."

  My jaw dropped at his statement, I don't think I felt less important in my entire life .

  He looked at my face and amended his statement, "until now. I contacted Angela a month ago about a divorce. The morning after you moved in ."