The Professor’s Assistant

The university halls were quiet, the only sound the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the rustle of papers. I, Megha, was walking to Professor Rahul's office, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. He had offered me a research assistant position, and I was thrilled beyond words. Rahul was not only my favorite professor but also the reason I had fallen in love with literature. His passion for the subject was infectious, and his intellect was captivating.

As I approached his office, I could see him through the glass door, bent over a pile of papers, his brows furrowed in concentration. He looked up as I knocked, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Megha, come in," he said, gesturing for me to enter. "I'm so glad you could make it."

I stepped inside, feeling a flutter of nerves in my stomach. "Of course, Professor. I wouldn't miss this for the world."

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Please, call me Rahul when we're alone. And I'm glad to hear that. I have a lot of faith in your abilities, Megha. I think you have a bright future ahead of you."

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at his words. "Thank you, Rahul. That means a lot to me."

He stood up, walking around his desk to sit on the edge, closer to me. "You know, Megha, I've always admired your dedication and intelligence. You remind me of myself when I was your age—focused, ambitious, and full of potential."

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I saw something in his gaze that made my heart skip a beat. "Really?" I asked softly.

He nodded, his voice low and intimate. "Really. And I find myself wanting to explore this connection between us. If you're open to it."

I felt a surge of courage at his words. "I am, Rahul. More than you know."

He reached out, his fingers gently tilting my chin up so that I was forced to meet his gaze. "Megha, I want to take this slow. I want to make sure you're comfortable with everything."

I nodded, too breathless to speak, and let him lead me to a small couch in the corner of his office. We sat down, our bodies pressed together, our mouths finding each other in a soft, tentative kiss. Rahul's hands roamed my back, his touch firm yet gentle, sending shivers down my spine.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged. "Megha," he whispered, "I want to make your first time special. Tell me if you want to stop at any point, okay?"

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "I trust you, Rahul. Completely."

He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a deeper, more passionate kiss. Our tongues explored, our breaths mingling. Rahul's hands moved to my clothes, slowly unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my bare skin. He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing gently, making me shiver with pleasure.

His hands explored my chest, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden under his touch. I gasped, my head falling back, my eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Rahul's mouth followed the path of his hands, his tongue swirling around one nipple, then the other, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

My hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him to take more. He obliged, his mouth moving lower, his tongue dipping into my navel, making me arch off the couch with a cry. His hands worked on my belt, my pants, pushing them down my hips, freeing my cock.

Rahul knelt before me, his eyes locked on mine as he took me in his hand, stroking slowly, teasingly. I could feel my nerves and excitement mingling, my body tensing with anticipation. "Rahul," I panted, my voice a plea. "I'm ready."

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye, and leaned in, taking me into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue swirling, his suction perfect. I cried out, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him in place as he took me deep.

My world narrowed to the sensation of Rahul’s mouth on me, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. "Rahul," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

He pulled off, a wicked smile on his face. "Not yet, you're not," he said, his hand still stroking my cock, keeping me on the edge.

I whimpered, my body aching with need. Rahul stood up, his body pressing against mine, his mouth capturing my own in a fierce kiss. Our tongues dueled, our bodies moving in sync, our cocks aligning, creating a delicious friction that sent shocks of pleasure through me.

Rahul reached between us, his hand wrapping around both our cocks, stroking them together. The sensation was intense, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Rahul," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

"Let go, Megha," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "I've got you."

With a cry, I came, my body convulsing, my seed spilling between us. Rahul followed soon after, his own orgasm racking his body, his cock pulsing in my hand.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I looked into Rahul’s eyes, seeing a depth of emotion I hadn’t expected. He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin.

"Megha," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "That was... incredible. And I'm so glad it was with you."

I leaned into his touch, a soft smile playing on my lips. "I'm glad it was with you too, Rahul. More than you know."

And in that moment, I knew that my first time had been about so much more than just sex. It had been about trust, about taking a chance, and about the unexpected connection that had formed between us. As I lay in Rahul's arms, I realized that this experience had changed me, had made me see myself and my desires in a new light. And I was ready to embrace the journey, whatever it may bring, with Rahul by my side.