Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection)

I stepped into the classroom, with my usual bold and friendly smile. But this time around, the smile was hiding something. Hiding the fact that a few minutes ago, I had fucked myself hard to the filthy thought of my student.

"Hello, professor Lola", the students chorused.

"Good day, everyone", I replied.

I let the students quiet down with their responses, before asking.

"Who is Noah?"I asked.

All eyes turned to a boy, a fit looking boy. He slowly raised his hand up.

" Here" he said.

" Okay, wait behind after the lesson" I said sharply.

Everyone gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged.

I went straight into teaching, focusing strictly on the day's lecture, or maybe pretending to focus. Because my mind kept replaying his dirty words and my filthy behavior.

I clenched my thighs softly at the thought.

The class ended, and the students sprawled out with most of them muttering a "Have a nice day, professor".

"And you too", I replied happily, waving at them.

The class room was empty, except for the handsome looking boy- Noah, and myself. We were alone in the class.

He strolled to my desk, casually, looking innocent. But I doubt his innocence.

"You wanted to see me, professor?" he said, his voice low and deliberate.

"Yes," I said sharply. Pulling out his assignment paper from my blazer pocket. I had a little flashback of the words. " Voluptuous tits", " big fat ass".

"We need to talk about what you submitted".

Tilting his head to face me directly, " Oh, was it not satisfactory?" He asked, feigning innocence.

The way he dragged the word made my pussy throb.

"It was inappropriate" I kept my tone calm and professional.

"This was supposed to be a romance assignment, not a pornography".

His lips curved into a slow grin. "It's not pornography if it's a love story, is it? Maybe just a... dirtier kind of love."

My heart skipped. My jaw tightened. "You crossed a line, Noah. Writing something like that, especially using my name-it's unacceptable."

He moved closer, close enough that he was towering over me. Close enough that I could perceive the faint scent of his cologne, sharp and clean. "I didn't mean to offend you. I just..." His gaze locked mine, " I wrote what I wanted".

" What you wanted?" My voice surprisingly low, barely above a whisper.

"Yes". His gaze lowered briefly, deliberately, to my chest before returning back to my face. " Exactly what I wanted".

" This boy is making this difficult, why is he gawking at my boobs?". I thought.

Heat ran through me, my breath hitched. "But, you're my student", I managed.

"And you're my professor", he said smoothly. "That doesn't change what I feel".

My heart hammered. This was dangerous. Very dangerous.

One more step, and I'd lose all control.

I dropped the paper back onto the desk. "This ends here. Do you understand? No more stories like this. No more games".

For a moment, the classroom was silent, pin drop silent. Then Noah leaned forward, resting his hands on my desk. His voice a husky whisper meant for only me.

"Tell me you didn't like it," he dared. "Tell me you didn't read every filthy word I had written, tell me you didn't picture every move".

My mouth opened, then shut. I couldn't. God help me, I couldn't.

His grin spread, triumphant. He straightened, placed his bag strap casually on his shoulder. "That's what I thought".

And then he turned and walked out, leaving me trembling behind my desk, my thighs pressed tightly together.

I sank into my chair, my heart racing. This boy was dangerous, that innocent look I had seen earlier was a façade. He knew the effect he had on me, and he wasn't going to stop.

And worst of all, I wasn't sure I wanted him to stop.