One Shots

Professor Sexy (MxF)

*As always, this story is a work of pure fiction. I don't need someone going into the comments and saying something about 'ThAt'S NoT hOw CoLlEgE wOrKs!!!' Just enjoy the story and the smut, you overachiever.*

It was a mixture of the Art club, the Feminism club, and the cheerleaders.

We did an 'impromptu' dance to Demi Lovato's 'Confident' in our uniforms and the club members wore their sexiest dresses or skirts. It took place in the middle of the day when the grounds were at their most packed--but also word had been spread that the cheerleaders were up to something 'sexy' and that got a lot of people's attention.

It was put together to make women feel sexy and empowered and show the girls on campus that we can own our sexuality and not feel ashamed for it--that we have every right to dress how we want and act how we want and we shouldn't feel scared or bad for liking things that women weren't 'suppose' to outwardly like.

The message was beautiful, the crowd loved it, and we had a great turn out. I was proud because it was a turning point for me.

Up until that point, the 'popular' girls were seen as mean and stupid and uncaring but we partnered with the art club--who had a reputation for being 'dorky'--and we showed everyone that we needed to break the campus and societal 'norms' and it was a really fun time learning the dance side by side with girls I probably wouldn't have even talked to outside of this project.

We were now all the best of friends and had planned to do another of these dance numbers to Fifth Harmony's 'That's My Girl' to show women that no matter what--we needed to stick together and stop bringing each other down and, instead, build one another up.

Yeah, unfortunately, one of the professors--several of them actually--came to the performance and decided to put a stop to it because it encouraged the masses to 'act out' and created a means to be 'disruptive'.

Bullshit misogyny if you ask me but all of the leaders, the president of the art and feminism club and my self since I was captain of the cheer squad, got 'probation' and because it didn't have to do with our grades, we were assigned a professor we had to help out with.

I was stuck with Professor Ferguson who looked strangely close to Adam Driver in black frame glasses and everyone always quoted Star Wars at him.

He was the college algebra professor so he had that really sexy but nerdy thing going for him and when he got talking about a new topic that he obviously enjoyed, it was cute watching him talk so passionately about it...

Even if it was just numbers.

Of course, I thought he was sexy even though he wasn't the typical person you'd see a cheerleader with.

There was just something about a tall man who knew he was subtly good looking that had my panties damp as I gave his whiteboard a good scrub down.

His shaggy hair made me want to pull it as he plowed into me on one of the desks but I was good and kept my head down when I was in his classroom...

Until I wasn't and didn't.

I began to make my presence and my infatuation for him known more and more each day. This might've been because it had been a while for me since I had broken up with Chad last semester.

Anyways, I would find any way to get Professor Ferguson to look and talk to me when it was only us.

And he would pleasantly chat with me but I wanted more. I was a woman starved and I wanted to take a huge bite out of my professor.

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"Kara, you've been doing a wonderful job," he praised me one day when I hadn't seen it coming, and I was such a sucker for praise that I felt my panties instantly dampen.