The Eyes of Professor Green

Chapter One

Sam was always shy. She was always on the outskirts of a room, away from the center of the party. She liked her little hideaways and she was good at finding them. These were not physical locations, like corners or behind furniture, these were plain sight places that Sam had discovered in her twenty-six years. If she stepped to one side of the loudest talker in the room, Sam became invisible. If she never made eye contact, Sam would become invisible. However, the trick that Sam learned best was how she dressed: baggy sweaters, baggy jeans, a messy bun, thick glasses all covered her petite body. In this way, Sam used her intelligence as a shield against others. She found that the nerdy, mousy woman in the room would always be invisible.

This theory worked to perfection until her third year of graduate school. She was in a seminar with three other PhD candidates and two Masters students. The course was "The Uninhabitable Text: Negative Aesthetics, Post-Narrative Fiction, and the Limits of Meaning." The course was an exploration of radical formal resistance in modern and contemporary literature through anti-narrative structures, illegibility, and the ethics of the refusal of aesthetics. It was a very tough course and Sam struggled mightily with the theories and concepts involved, however she grasped it much better than her fellow grad students.

The other students in the class were two jock types, Brad and Kevin, the Masters students. They never did any work and laughed at their phones most of the time. The PhD students were Mariah, a loud woman who talked about herself in every boisterous answer, Charli, a trans woman who rarely came to class, and Paul, a recent divorcee in his 30s, who decided to go back to school. The seminar took place in a small classroom with a large oval conference table. The five students sat scattered around the table, leaving the chair by the door for the professor.

The class began at 10:45 and at 10:45 exactly Dr. Green always walked into the classroom. Dr. Green entered the room with a strange duality. He had confidence and authority, but also there was a subtle aloofness to him that Sam began to pick up on around week three. Sam felt as though they were cut from the same cloth, the cloth of aloofness. It was now week ten and Sam found herself looking forward to Dr. Green's seminars.

Dr. Green was a typical looking professor. He was white, early to mid 40s. He had dark brown hair dusted with gray and a short stubbly beard that outlined his strong jawline. He always wore a button up shirt and a sport coat along with jeans and neat dress shoes. He stood about a head taller than Sam, but felt as though he was much larger. These were not the defining features of Dr. Green. His eyes defined him.

His eyes commanded a room. They were inquisitive, prying, and engaging. When his eyes fell on you, it felt as though your soul was opened and he was observing every atom of your existence. The other students in course found this intimidating, which is why they rarely answered questions or discussed the readings. Luckily, Sam had been very good at avoiding detection and only fell under Dr. Green's gaze a few times. She was always ready with an answer or discussion point to draw away his intrusive glare.

Today she would not be so lucky.

Chapter Two

Dr. Green sat down and pulled out his Moleskin notebook and a folder of Xeroxed articles. He adjusted his glasses and began his survey of the room. Brad and Kevin had their heads buried in their laptops, Mariah was looking at herself in a compact mirror, Paul was visibly shaking as he avoided Dr. Green's gaze, and Sam sat quietly at the far edge of the table, hidden behind Mariah's shoulder.

"Sam."

That one word locked Sam in place. After two or three beats too long, her eyes clicked to Dr. Green and she leaned forward around Mariah. "Yes, Dr. Green?"

Dr. Green spoke with intensity, "Sam, I have been tasked with recruiting an exceptional student to assist me with a presentation at the The Symposium on Speculativeities and Materialist Hermeneutics in Chicago next month. Would you be interested in attending? I believe it will be a good experience and you will get a much needed chance to mingle with department heads."

"Um... yes... yes Dr. Green. Thank you for the opportunity."

"I will email you my conference paper, I just ask that you prepare a slide deck for me and attend as many panels as you can. Mary, our secretary, will take care of your hotel and flights."

Sam leaned back in her chair, hiding behind Mariah. What the fuck? Why me?

The class continued as normal, yet Sam's mind raced. She was going to Chicago... with Dr. Green... to help him present his work. Her heart was racing as she sat in the chair, buzzing with excitement, then fear, then imposter syndrome, then excitement, then fear.

On her bike ride back to her apartment, she couldn't stop thinking about the conference. What would she wear? Did she have to interact with other scholars? She was such a nervous mess, she almost collided with a skateboarder as she was pulling into her parking lot.

That night she had a restless sleep. Her dreams dwelled on the fear of talking to others and wondered how she could hide in an environment created to make you stand out. She tossed in bed and finally calmed her mind. Just then something appeared in her dream... a set of brown hooded eyes, gazing at her.

In her dream she saw herself in the conference room, the large eyes boring into her. As she sat there, she felt commanded by the eyes. First, she pulled out the pencil that kept her messy bun together. Her brunette locks fell past her shoulders, still the eyes pierced her. Then she began to unbutton the tan cardigan she wore over her floral print shirt. Once the cardigan fell to the floor she slowly peeled off the shirt. Her white lace bra was now the only barrier between the eyes and her pale flesh.

Next, subconsciously, the eyes commanded her to remove her baggy jeans. The waist was so loose against her thin frame that she just slid them down her smooth legs. Sam sat there in her bra and panties, gazing back at the eyes. Her hands began to roam over her body, caressing her soft skin. She felt a heat grow in her stomach and unhooked the clasp at the front of her bra. Her small breasts were now exposed to the eyes. Her perky A cup breasts heaved as her breathing increased.

Finally, the eyes directed her to remove the yellow underwear concealing her heated vagina. As the fabric hit the floor her fingers found the soft pink folds of her hairy pussy. She found her clit among the long dark hair and rubbed it softly. She whimpered at the touch, careful not to go too fast. The eyes continued their deep glare as she inserted two fingers. Obscenely she fingered her slick cunt as her other fingers circled her swollen and sensitive button. She felt the eyes give her a final command and she released a gush of pleasure flowing through her that felt like diving into a torrid sea of hot water.

Sam snapped awake. She lay in her bed, sprawled out like a starfish. She was completely naked, even though she was wearing shorts and a t-shirt when she went to bed. Her nipples were an angry red color and stiffened to rigid peaks. Her flat stomach glistened with sweat and her dark hairy bush was coated in droplets of moisture. As she moved to get out of bed, she was shocked by the immense wet stain on the sheets as she stumbled to the shower, shaking off the dream.

Chapter Three

The day of the conference had arrived. Sam wore a white top and a navy pencil skirt with matching blazer. She wore red heels and her long brunette hair was contained in her signature messy bun. She sat through Dr. Green's presentation and took copious notes. He was brilliant. The way he explained and explored such dense topics enraptured not just Sam, but the whole room. As Dr. Green lectured his eyes methodically scanned the room. To most it would seem like a tactic from Public Speaking 101, but the way Dr. Green did it felt as if he was connecting with every person in that room.. speaking directly to them.

Every so often, his gaze would land on Sam and she felt that familiar feeling in her belly she experienced in the dream. She squirmed in her seat as he talked. Mercifully, the lecture was concluded and Sam made her way to the lobby of the conference hotel. She ordered a coffee and sat at a small table going over her notes. She smelled Dr. Green before she saw him. He always smelled of cedar and leather.

"Sam, thank you so much for your assistance with the presentation. I hope you have been mingling, there are many department heads that could use a brilliant brain like yours after you finish your dissertation."

"Thank you Dr. Green. I have been," she lied, not wanting to disappoint him.

"That's excellent. Speaking of that a few of my colleagues from other universities are meeting in my suite tonight. I'd like you to meet them."

"Um... yes... Dr. Green."

"Great, we're meeting at 8pm room 311. See you then."

Sam sat dumbfounded at the table. How had this happened, now she'd be in a room with who knows how many people... ugh... mingling. She resigned herself to the inevitable and went to her room to prepare.

Sam knocked on room 311, and Dr. Green opened the door. He was in a tight black t-shirt and surprisingly, Sam could see tattoos peaking out from his short sleeves. His eyes carried the same intensity, but also felt relaxed and calm. Upon entering the room Sam instantly realized she was overdressed. While she still wore her skirt and blazer, the other attendees at the party had on jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies.

Sam walked into the room and Dr. Green spent the next hour introducing her to everyone and Sam began to relax. These were all intelligent, socially awkward academics, yet all together they felt.. inviting. Sam collected business cards and email addresses over the course of the following two hours and one by one, the guests retired for the night.

Before long, it was just Dr. Green and Sam in the room. Sam walked to the door and Dr. Green spoke.

"Sam."

That single word again, froze her in place... heat building in her belly

"Yes?"

Sam turned and faced Dr. Green. Those intense eyes were back. Dr. Green approached Sam. Dr. Green said, "I have something for you," and leaned over to pick up a book on the desk. In that instant Sam misread the movement and placed a deep, passionate kiss on the professor's lips.

Shocked, Sam pulled back from Dr. Green, "I'm sorr--"

Before she could finish the sentence Dr. Green had cradled the back of her head and pulled her to his lips. For several minutes they stood in the narrow hall of the suite messily kissing each other, dropping any barriers. Sam finally pulled away and locked eyes with Dr. Green... those fucking eyes. She panted loudly, her raw lust laid bare. She studied his face for a few moments then made her decision.

She dropped to her knees and on the way down, pulled on the professor's zipper. That was all it took because his growing erection had enough force to pop the button of his trousers. Dr. Green wore no underwear and his cock flung free. Sam gazed at it, her vision blurring. It was a beautiful length, not too long, and not too short. It was thick and veiny and had a bulbous purple tip that was already leaking. His shaft was hairy and curved up ever so slightly. Sam licked at the tip, the flavor of his precum exploded across her tastebuds. She registered a groan from the professor as she popped the tip into her small mouth.

It had been years since she had a cock in her mouth and the slow methodical technique came back to her quickly. She eagerly sucked at his thickening shaft, as she did it would graze the back of her mouth causing her to gag. She revelled in the sensation and soon had his shaft buried deep in her throat. She looked up at Dr. Green, he cock completely buried in her pretty face, her eyes watering as he drew her tongue out to lick his large testicles. His eyes bore into her with a hunger she had not seen before. Her body went rigid and a flush of warmth flooded her core.

For several more minutes she dutifully sucked his cock, licking and popping her mouth as she greedily gagged on it. Suddenly she felt his hand in her hair, guiding her off his soaked shaft. "I want to taste you," Dr. Green said with more lust than Sam had ever heard in anyone's voice.

Sam stood before the man and slowly unzipped the side of her dress letting it fall to the ground. Her light pink panties underneath were absolutely soaked and her dark bush appeared behind the translucent fabric. She pulled off the underwear and then peeled the shirt off over her head. Sam's tits were so small that she didn't wear a bra, and her rock-hard nipples stood solid at the peaks of her modest mounds.

Sam looked at Dr. Green. He was studying her petite form: her narrow hips, her taught stomach, her full dark bush, and her small breasts. Suddenly she felt seen for who she was, and found herself exalted. She walked to the bed, got on all fours and presented her small pale ass to the professor. Her rounded cheeks parted, showcasing her hair lined cunt. Pink softness peaked through the hair and Sam soon felt Dr. Green's tongue on her slit.

Instantly Sam knew this wasn't the haphazard, speedy cunnilingus men her age engaged in. Dr. Green was in no hurry to get to the next act. He was soft, yet forceful and allowed Sam's movements and responses to dictate his next moves. With his face buried in her ass, Sam dropped her head to the mattress and moaned deliciously into the duvet. Dr. Green licked and sucked at her entrance as his fingers circled her clit. She could hear him swallowing her juices and continuously bucked backwards into his face. She felt the first orgasm coming and knew her knees would give out once it hit.

Sure enough, the tidal wave of raw pleasure crashed against the heat in her body and she shuttered free of the professor's grip. Her hips dropped to the bed and she shook uncontrollably. She felt the calming hand of the professor on her back as he began to kiss her shoulders as another orgasm wracked her mind. Delusional and reeling, she flipped on her back, intentionally spreading her legs for Dr. Green.

He leaned down, peeled off his shirt, showing off his hidden upper arm tattoos. She finally felt as though she was seeing him for the first time. He locked lips with hers and Sam felt the blunt tip of Dr. Green's dick slide into her tight pussy. She groaned into his mouth as she felt the thickness stretch her. She regarded the slow pumping of his hips as waves of pleasure washed over her. He pulled his lips away from hers and pulled himself up on his knees.

He grabbed her slight hips and began pounding. Sam had never been fucked this hard before and she was fearful she'd become addicted. The rhythmic pulsing of his cock drove her over the edge several times. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her as she looked down to see his cock's relentless pace. He sped up after several minutes of deep, hard fucking, Sam knowingly and greedily awaiting his release.

Dr. Green hilted himself fully and Sam felt wave after wave of hot semen fill her. She shuddered as one final orgasm crashed into her. Her lithe body coated in sweat as the professor looked over her form. He leaned in to kiss her, swirling his tongue in her mouth as he pulled out. Sam felt empty and moaned at the feeling. The professor laid on his back and pulled her body toward him. She hooked her leg over his thighs and nestled her head to his neck.

They both drifted to sleep, their bodies entangled and awash with the night's passion.

Epilogue

At the end of the semester Dr. Green became the department chair of a university on the east coast. Sam had obviously seen Dr. Green in class and had shared warm nods to each other. However, Sam never got to spend another night with the professor and she was surprisingly alright with that. Sam eventually earned a position as an assistant professor and finds herself on the other side of the table, casting her eyes on others, looking to see someone who wishes to remain hidden.