São Paulo, Friday, 7 p.m.
For those who know the city, these words (São Paulo and Friday) are synonyms for chaos. Now imagine adding rain to the mix. Who in their right mind would attend a Linear Algebra class under such conditions? Me, of course — the nerd of the class.
My luck was that I worked just two blocks away from the college building, so skipping class was never an option, logistically speaking. However, apparently, two blocks were enough to leave me completely drenched that night. I walked into the classroom and, to my surprise, there was no one there. I took the opportunity to pick a seat closer to the front and near the wall, where the air conditioning wouldn’t have much effect.
I always carried a towel in my bag, along with a gym outfit, just in case I felt motivated to work out. I tried to dry myself as much as possible, but it soon became clear that it wouldn’t make much difference. To avoid getting sick, I decided to change clothes. The problem was that my gym outfit was something I avoided wearing outside its intended purpose: leggings that clung too much to my body, especially around my "friend," which I thought had more volume than desired. With those leggings, every detail was visible, as if there were a clear dividing line. But for health reasons, I had no choice.
I knew I’d draw attention when the others arrived. I always wore loose clothes, and those leggings would make an impression no equation ever had. Would people really notice? Or was it just my insecurity talking? I dismissed the thought.
When I looked at my gym outfit, a surprise hit me: I had forgotten the underwear. I almost gave up on changing, but getting sick wasn’t an option. Besides, it seemed like no one would show up for that class. Not even the professor was a certainty — he’d been absent quite a bit lately. They said he was going through personal issues, that his wife had left him for a rich man. I didn’t know how one "handled well" something like that, but crying at home on a rainy Friday night seemed like an acceptable reaction.
"If he wanted to cry between my legs, I wouldn’t mind..." I thought, before suppressing that idea. You can’t get involved with the professor! It’s unethical; it’s wrong.
I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Despite being far from the gym, I liked what I saw. "This insecurity is just in my head," I thought. I fixed my hair and went back to the classroom.
It was still early, and I walked into the room without worry, thinking about the tasks I had to tackle over the weekend. I wanted to get ahead on assignments and do laundry. But then, a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Good evening, Manoela!" — the professor’s calm and sweet voice caught me off guard, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Go-good evening, professor!" — I replied, trying to hide my shyness. For a second, I saw his gaze linger on me differently. He seemed bothered by himself and quickly turned his attention to a book on his desk.
I looked around. The room was empty, and the rain outside showed no signs of letting up. I wondered if he, too, was feeling trapped by the same improper thoughts that came and went in my mind. I decided to use the time to focus on the exercises, maybe clear up some doubts. Minutes passed until class time officially began, and then I heard the professor sigh. Our eyes met, and it became clear that we’d be alone.
"With this weather and at this hour, I don’t think anyone else will show up. I’ll mark everyone as present. Feel free to leave if you’d like; there are more interesting places to be on a rainy Friday night."
The last sentence seemed more personal than necessary, carrying an underlying sadness.
"Actually, I want to be here," I replied sincerely, and he understood.
He stood up, his eyes slightly tearful. He nodded and began the class, turning it into a conversation. For the first time, it didn’t feel like I was talking to an authority figure. I was being intellectually challenged, and it fascinated me. The class was becoming one of the best I’d ever had.
Suddenly, the impossible happened: the rain intensified even more, making it hard to hear the professor. I decided to move closer to him.
"Thanks for the move; it’s really hard with all this noise!" he said.
"No problem, professor, you’re saving me with this lesson." I smiled, satisfied, and he returned the smile, his eyes shining.
"I was going to make an announcement to the class today, but I guess only you’ll hear it. I’ve requested a leave and won’t be teaching here anymore."
"What do you mean? You’re the best we have!"
"No, Manoela. The best you have is yourselves. Especially in your case. You’ve always stood out, but today I confirmed that you’re brilliant. I was going to leave here sad, but now I leave comforted, knowing someone valued my effort."
I could see the tears starting to stream down his face, and he desperately tried to wipe them away. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying these things to you."
I took the small towel from my kit and handed it to him. "I don’t have a tissue, but this might help." I lightly touched his forearm, showing support, and felt warmth rise through my body. Our eyes met, and at that moment, I realized he was also burning inside. He discreetly pulled back, removing my hand.
"Thanks for the towel, but I think it’ll be useless after I’m done with it." We laughed softly and silently agreed it was time to return to normalcy.
We continued the class, but nothing felt the same. I felt a growing desire. It was hard to focus, and for the first time that night, I couldn’t understand what he was saying.
Noticing my struggle, he asked if I wanted him to turn off the air conditioner, which sounded like an old car engine on a cold day. I wanted to buy some time to gather my thoughts, so I agreed.
He looked for the remote, but nothing seemed to work. We decided the best option was to turn it off manually, but it was too high up.
"I’ll climb onto the table to try," he offered. But the table creaked under his weight. I volunteered: "Let me do it, professor. If anything happens, you’re stronger and can catch me better than the other way around." We laughed, and I climbed up.
Even with the ruler, it wasn’t easy to reach. I leaned against the wall, standing on my tiptoes and stretching my arms. Blip. And silence reigned. I let out a cheer of victory, but as I tried to balance myself again, the table wobbled. I reached for the wall, but it was no longer there.
In a reflex neither of us could explain, he positioned himself beneath me. So precisely beneath me that I couldn’t calculate the movement he made for such a perfect alignment.
I felt my knee land on his shoulder, and my “friend” began sliding across his face. The wall reappeared, and I felt the contrast between the cold surface against the upper part of my body and the warm breath and prick of his beard against the lower part. I trembled with every slight movement. I didn’t want to touch the ground, and by the way he began gripping my leg, it seemed like he didn’t want me to either.
Slowly, I slid down the length of his body, and when my feet touched the floor, our bodies were pressed tightly together, trembling violently. I could feel him hard against me, his hands on my buttocks, and I still felt the warmth his mouth had managed to pass through my leggings. Could he feel how wet I was?
We stayed in that position for a moment, our bodies pressed together, trembling with desire, until we had the courage to look at each other. In a split second, we were kissing, and the desire was overwhelming. I pressed myself against him, and no responsible thought crossed my mind. I wanted him to take me right there, in the middle of that room, with dozens of people potentially passing by and seeing us. I didn’t care.
As if he could read my mind, he led me to his desk, laid me down with my legs open, and, still through my leggings, licked me until the fabric was visibly wet. The pants were so tight you could see every inch of that part of my body. He was drooling and taking my entire vagina into his mouth. His beard heightened my arousal every time I felt it.
I was already pleading when he decided to remove my pants. He returned to his initial position, and this time I could feel the real taste of his mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hold back for long, and my legs began to shake within the first minutes of him going down on me. But he didn’t stop, and like a starving dog, he kept devouring me.
I tried to push his head away, telling him I had already come, but he was fulfilling his own desire! It was clear he enjoyed what he was doing and seemed to be savoring every moment. Seeing a brilliant man like him drooling with desire over my pussy made my own arousal rise again, and I was ready to come once more.
Just as I was about to climax again, he pulled away, looked at the door, and, ensuring no one was about to enter, lowered his pants. After giving my clit two more hungry sucks, he brought me to the floor. He kissed me fervently, and I could feel his cock pulsating, desperate to enter. And I wanted him to enter.
He turned me around and put me on all fours, with my arms on the desk. In this movement, I bumped into something, and we heard a motor-like sound starting. It was the air conditioner remote, which had somehow turned the AC back on.
We both laughed nervously, and in the middle of my laugh, I felt a slow, wet lick from my pussy to my ass. I returned to a state of arousal, screaming with pleasure as he penetrated me.
There were only 15 minutes left until the class officially ended, and we used every second of that time, with him thrusting into me in the most masterful way I had ever felt. What a productive lesson this was turning out to be.
“Are you close?” he asked me.
“Yes, I’m almost there… Please, let’s finish together.”
I started to massage myself with my hand while he kept thrusting with intensity. The harder and faster he went, the closer I got.
“Don’t stop, keep going, keep going, keeep goiiiing!” I stopped breathing for a few moments. The second orgasm is always better than the first, and this one was unforgettable. He kept thrusting hard while I climaxed, which made it even more intense. As my orgasm began to fade, his started to build.
By the way he collapsed onto me afterward, it seemed like I had done a pretty good job.
“That was the best lesson you’ve ever given me, professor,” I said, smiling and kissing him softly.
“It’s you who taught me today. Do you need help with any assignments this weekend?”
“Actually, I have an endless list to tackle!”
“Perfect. Let’s start today.”
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