Emma
Ugh. It's the first day and I'm already starting off the year badly. I'm going to be late!
Emma was running late to her very first class on her first day of her junior year. She started fast-walking to her first class so hopefully she wouldn't be too late. She looked at her phone. 8:58. Crap. Class starts at 9. Maybe I'll just take a short cut...
SMACK
"Ouch." Is the only thing she could say. She looked at the man she had just run into and ho-ly crap. That is the most gorgous man I have ever seen! And those eyes...wow...I have never seen a more beautiful shade of blue...
She was abruptly pulled from her thoughts as the man standing before her began profusely apologizing for running into her. She told him it had been her fault, she hadn't been watching where she was going, but he still apologized.
"Anyway, I should be off, I'm late to my first class. Again, sorry for running in to you..." She hinted at him to fill in the blank with his name.
"Jones. Professor Killian Jones."
Of course he's a professor. Just my luck. Emma silently cursed at herself for thinking Professor Jones was gorgeous. He's a professor. Even if I wanted, nothing could happen between us. I doubt I'll ever see him again anyway... Emma was
saddened
by this last thought but figured it was best. They parted ways after he inquired about her name and she all but ran to get toher class.
9:02. I'm late but it seems I beat the professor...Her thought was cut short as the professor of her class ran in. She gasped quietly as she realized whoher professor was. Of course it's Professor Jones. Why wouldn't it be? I swear this universe has it out for me..
Suddenly, Emma remembered she had chosen a cute, low cut, shirt for her first day. She silently thanked Elsa for lending her the shirt. Sure, nothing could happen, he probably didn't see her as anything more than a student, but that doesn't mean
/she couldn't at least tryto tempt him.
She heard the seat next to her and Elsa shift and suddenly he was in her face. Ugh. Not Walsh. Anyone but Walsh. Walsh had had a "thing" for Emma since their first year and he never could seem to take no for an answer. Luckily, Elsa handled Walsh
before Emma even had the chance.
"Stop it! Emma is not interested! She's told you this a hundred times! Back off!"
"I won't stop until she agrees to go out withme!"
She heard Elsa huff and hiss at him and turned her attention back towards Emma. "Are you alright, Emma?" Emma heard the worried tone in Elsa's voice. "Yeah. I'm fine, thanks Elsa." Emma directed her thanks towards Elsa but didn't face her. Instead, Emma
was focusing on Professor Jones. He seems worried. Did he hear Walsh and Elsa's bickering? I swear...he seems jealous...Emma you're crazy. What on Earth could he be jealous about?
Emma felt Elsa glaring at her and pulled her attention away from Professor Jones and to faceher best friend.
"What, Elsa?"
"Oh, nothing.." Elsa smiled and just winked at Emma, knowing she had been caught staring at her ridiculously gorgeous professor. She blushed and turned her attention forward, hoping no one saw her cheeks and ears flush and turn bright red.
Professor Jones began handing out their syllabus, first to Elsa, then to Emma. When she went to grab the stack of papers from his hand, their fingers brushed. She swore her heart skipped a beat. She felt a warm, tingly feeling move from her hand throughout
her body. When he pulled away-after keeping contact longer than should have been appropriate-she suddenly realized she missed his touch, even it was just a slight touch of fingers. I wonder if he felt that too. There is no way he couldn't have felt that..it was amazing.
During Professor Jones' lecture about what would happen throughout this course, Emma thought of a plan. She immediately dropped her pen "accidentally"onto the floor. She made sure Professor Jones was looking at her as she bent over, exposing some of her
cleavage. She lingered longer than was necessary to pick up her pen, making sure he got a good look. She bent back up in her seat slowly and looked at him. He was still staring at her chest. She laughed quietly to herself, amused and proud her mischievous
little plan worked. She continued to look at him as his eyes glanced upward to meet hers. She saw his face drop, knowing he'd been caught. She saw him blush and riphis gaze from her to turn towards the rest of the class and continue what he was speaking
about.
Once class was over, Emma silently debated speaking to him. But what would she talk about? Would she confront him about staring at her exposed cleavage and hope for more? She couldn't. Gods, she wanted to, but she just couldn't find the courage. She hadn't
felt this giddy about anyone since Neal...and even he didn't make her this excited. Emma figured it was best to just leave with Elsa.
It was now 10pm and Emma still couldn't stop thinking about Killian- no, he's Professor Jones, she had to remind herself. The way he stared at her throughout class, even beforeher little plan. Like he wanted to just kiss her. But the way
he looked at her when she had slightly exposed a little more than should be appropriate. Wow. He looked as if he wanted to just take her right there and then on his desk.
Her imagination began to wander as she closed her eyes. What if I had approached him after class? Would he have admitted staring? Would he have said "fuck it" and take me right there at his desk while we were alone? Gods, maybe I should have talked to him. Maybe he would have tried to grab at the breasts he couldn't stop staring at. Maybe I could have "accidentally" leaned over his desk to give him a better look...
She felt an ache in her belly and she felt herself getting wet. She began imagining him, all of him. She imagined him feeling her swollen breasts right at his desk as she sat in his lap, grinding against his cock. I wonder just how big he really is. She
/imagined him taking her and laying her on the desk, slowly traveling down her body until he reached the destination where she ached for him. She imagined him slowly fingering her until she came, then using his tongue to get her to reach her climax
/once again until she could finally feel his cock inside her.
Emma started moving her hands down her body, one hand moving her shirt and bra out of the way so she could take her erect nipple in her fingers. Her other hand travelled down to where she ached for him and she pleasured herself, pretending it was Killian-Professor Jones- touching
/her instead. When she finally reached climax, she silently moaned his name. Even though she had just climaxed, it wasn't enough, it wasn't him.
Fuck. I shouldn't be thinking about my professor this way. But...I don't think I can stop.. This isn't right Emma...you know this. But then again, he isn't Neal. Maybe you can see where this goes...
Emma silently hoped he was thinking about her too as she fell into a peaceful, deep slumber, something she hasn't had since her breakup with Neal.
Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading! Like I said, this is my first ever fic so I hope y'all like it! I don't really have a set schedule that I plan on updating, so it'll be whenever I find the motivation and inspiration. This fic won't be to long, maybe 10 chapters max? We'll see. But I hate when fics are abandoned before they are done so rest assured that won't happen here! Anyways, thanks for reading!
