Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02

... tell him that… I would thank him for all he had done, but… I’d let him know that I was leaving the college and pursuing an online college. Yes. Online college. The knots pulled so tight in my belly that they ached and seemed to slowly loosen at the simple proposal of the idea. It seemed so perfect. I didn’t need to face my fears. I could just continue to hide from them.

I ran about a hundred yards, zig-zagging through the halls before I reached the exit doors that led to the bus stop. Collapsing to my knees on the concrete outside, I gasped at the cool fall air that seemed to open my airways without my inhaler’s help. It bridged the gap long enough for me to empty my book bag on the curb and find my inhaler. Two long puffs of the white plastic device and I collapsed in a tense moment of relaxation into a slump. No one really looked at the weird girl sitting on the pavement with all the students either lost in their conversations or walking with their headphones on. I still folded into a ball to hide the dampness I felt between my tender thighs as I slowly gathered the pieces of my backpack.

It was when I grabbed my cell phone that I felt it vibrate. The unknown number that had texted me was waiting for a reply.

Unknown Number

‘1800 Hemmingway Blvd. 60 minutes.’

It was him. I knew it was him. Every knot that had loosened in my belly had gone taut again. I had urges to run away and run into traffic at the same time to avoid what came, and yet both those parts of ...

... me weren’t as large as the one that wanted more. More of what I had before I ran from my classroom. More of what Professor Kent had done to me before another student interrupted.

I needed to be punished.

Chapter Two

I got on the bus five minutes later, thankful that the bus pulled away before any of my classmates I had just fled could get on as classes were ending for the afternoon. It took forty minutes, and two bus transfers to get close to what I assumed was Professor Kent’s address. My belly felt as though it was filled with a fish bubbler the entire way. I wished I could put on a mask for protection from his gaze. Even make-up. Perhaps my roommates could teach me how to put on makeup someday.

Oh, what does it matter? There won’t be another time. I’m just going to tell him I’m taking online courses, and that’s it.

After nearly a twenty-minute walk, clutching my arms to my chest against the cool fall breeze, I arrived at the address with only minutes to spare. The house was modern and two stories. The front lawn was trimmed well and sprinkled with red and yellow leaves in the process of dying. Windows that seemed to spy on her at every angle almost looked like mirrors from where she stood at the front door. It wasn’t long after five in the afternoon, but still, it was getting dark already. There was something scary about being there. Professor Kent’s house was at the roundabout dead end of a road on a sizeable plot of land. The colors of fall surrounded her, ...