Thoughtful gift for the professor

Despite Amelia’s motivation, Erik let her down. Again. She had her hand on her forehead when he entered last time. Glaring at him, asking him if the photos she provided weren’t actually good enough to motivate him, and whether she was wasting her time here. A bit snappier than usual that’s for sure.

He apologises profusely, trying to explain what went wrong. He must've caught her on a good day? Or maybe she’s too exhausted to get too up in arms, she went through the assignment with him, eventually softening on him, acknowledging that the area he struggled with was indeed, much more difficult than her usual tasks.

The thing that really gave Erik concern was not the problem questions however. It was Erik coming back into her office, having left his drink bottle, opening the door to see her eyes somewhat puffy, her hair dishevelled, the clear mark of someone who was pushing it back out of frustration.

“What?” She had said, slipping her glasses on.

“Sorry, it's my drink bottle, I accidentally left it here.”

“Ah. Okay.”

“Are… Are you okay?”

She had looked up at him, eyes shimmering.

“Dandy. You’re dismissed. Leave."

Her tone was harsh, cold, distant, not at all the Amelia he had gotten to know, even removing the sexual element of their relationship. Erik was and is aware that he is just a student, sure, are they involved in something insane? Yes. But he couldn’t help but feel horrible for her. He would be more respectful, or more distant — but unfortunately for his heart, he can piece together why she’s upset — the phone call he overhead no doubt the cause of her emotional turmoil.

Ever since then she’s been off her game.

“Does that make sense, Erik?”

Erik had blinked, confused, tilting his head, he nervously scratched the back of his head. “That’s wrong… Mrs Revers.”

“What?” She had turned the page hurriedly, scanning through the question, her face had gone red from embarrassment. “huh? Ah cazzo. Apologies. I must be more tired than I thought.”

She had tried to laugh the mistake off, but Erik could see the frustration in her eyes. He could see her body tense up, her voice getting tighter as she continued the session.

“Man… Poor Amelia.” He muttered after closing the door behind him that day.

Erik puts his backpack down on the floor outside her office, waiting for the campus to clear out a little bit, he stands in the familiar empty hallway, he pulls the Italian wine bottle out from his bag, something that could get him in deep shit if discovered with it. He adjusts the green bow he had tied around his neck.

He slings his bag over and knocks on the door.

“Yes. Enter.”

Amelia is confused as she sees Erik’s face. “Mr Doe? Erik?” She looks at the monitor with concern. “Did I forget a session? No… Did I?” She starts scrolling, the reflection of the multiple colours on her calendar reflecting in her spectacles.

“No no no!” Erik says, the wine bottle hidden behind him. “I just, well.”

She looks up over the rim of her glasses.

“I just.” He closes the door. “I know we have our ‘arrangement ’. I just noticed that you’ve been…. Upset recently. And I don’t want to overstep” He adds, as her eyebrow twitches upwards. “I just wanted to give you this.” He holds out the bottle. “Just as a, thank you for your tutoring and maybe just something nice for you to enjoy and you know… I appreciate what you do for me, just academically, and I hope that whatever, if anything, you’re going through gets better.” The longer he spoke, the more his confidence waned, but he was determined to finish, and he ended his sentence with an easy smile.

She blinks, looking more like a deer in headlights than Erik ever expected to see. “You got this. For me? Specifically?”

Erik’s face contorts slightly, frowning. “Well, yes. It’s even Italian!” He says, trying to bring some positivity into the room, turning the bottle and pointing at the small printed flag. “Because… You’re Italian.” Erik cringed internally.

She’s frozen in her chair for a moment. Eventually slowly rising to her feet, she reaches across the desk and takes the bottle. She turns it in her hands and runs her thumb over the label. “This is an expensive bottle, Erik.” She says, staring at the label.

“Well. Full disclosure. My stepsister runs a club. She hooked me up wholesale.” He puts his hands in his pockets, not feeling this nervous in front of her since their first few sessions. “But, I got it, thinking of giving it to you. I don’t drink wine.” He clarifies.

She looks up. “Why?”

Erik chuckles awkwardly. “Like I said! Just I’ve noticed you’ve been upset or something. And I just wanted to give you something small to show I’m in your corner I guess!”

Amelia Revers, the married Ice Queen of the finance department, has never been emotional in front of a colleague, much less a student. She puts the bottle down on the table. Blinking hard, refusing to cry. She glances at her calendar, shared with her husband, re reading the notes to each other.

Ammie: Home at 5:30, dinner together? :)

Leon: Working late — home around 7-8? Fell behind.

She looks at Erik, turning the monitor off. “Thank you.” She walks around the desk, and wraps her arms around Erik’s neck, bringing him in for a hug, pulling his face into her blouse and soft breast flesh.

“That’s okay!” Erik mumbles, his face full of boob.

She holds him there, smiling despite herself. She wonders how long it’s been since Leon did something small like this.

She can’t shake the feeling that it’s not a coincidence that Leon is working late…

‘Jen usually works Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, don’t be surprised if I’m home late those days’

That’s what he had said, a stupid grin on his face, before she first tutored Erik, when this whole thing between them began.

“It’s Thursday right?” Amelia asks, pulling a blushing Erik out of her chest.

“Uh, yeah.”

If Amelia is honest with herself. The moment Erik gave her the bottle, her mind was made up on what was going to happen tonight. Even without rationalising it, would it have mattered to her? If it wasn't one of those days? Amelia didn't bother thinking too much about it.

Amelia reaches down and cups his hard-on. “I’m an older woman, I believe that gentlemen should be rewarded for their chivalry.”

“Amelia… I… Want to. Of course. But, I didn’t bring you this to get a reward.”

“I know. I want to.” She reaches down, expertly undoing his belt, unzipping his pants. “Do you want me to stop?”

Erik groans as she pulls his pants down, wrapping a hand around his hard length. “I don’t think I could ever say no to you. You’re so hot.”

She chuckles, stroking him. She reaches up and undoes the buttons on her shirt. “For my age?”

Erik shakes his head. “What? No? You’re genuinely, SO fucking sexy.”

Amelia’s heart thumps dangerously.

“Lie down, Erik.”

Erik uses his backpack as a makeshift pillow, feeling a bit weird to be completely bottomless in a teacher's office, his worries disappear pretty quickly as he stares at Amelia, her lips wrapped around him, her head bobbing up and down hungrily, glancing at him, doubling in speed when she sees the pleasure on his face.

“Fuck! Amelia! I want to!”

“Cum, darling! Cum for me!” She growls huskily, stroking him, meeting his eyes, her lips parted slightly.

“I want to eat you out! Sit on my face! I’m not the one that’s been stressed.”

Amelia falters. Her hand slows. “You want me?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, throwing caution to the wind. “Please!”

Amelia swallows, her brain scrambling. It’s not something she usually does. But the hunger in his eyes pulls her over the cliff with him.

She hovers over him, she watches in awe and pleasure as she feels Erik’s tongue lap at her pussy, his hand stroking himself, getting off on the mere fact that he’s eating her out, nothing more.

“Oh, Erik… That feels so good!” She moans huskily, her hands on her knees. She’s not lying, but this position is uncomfortable for her, she appreciates his efforts though, happy to stay there for a little longer.

“Amelia…” He groans underneath her.

Time almost slows down, Erik lets go of his cock, it swings in the air from his momentum, he wraps his hands around her thick thighs, and he pulls.

Caught by surprise, the full weight of Amelia’s weight descends onto Erik’s face.

‘Amelia Jesus! You’re too heavy! Don’t sit completely! Just… Squat or something.’

The thought runs through her mind, her instinct is to get up, to apologise, but instead her mind goes blank, because Erik refuses to slow down. Much to her delight, he only gets hungrier, more intense, his tongue delving deep into her, sliding the flat of his tongue against her clit, sending waves of intense pleasure, pleasure she has not felt in what feels like years now.

“Erik!” She growls loudly, leaning forward, her heavy tits pressing into his abdomen, she loses all self-control, resting her head on his thigh and desperately licking his shaft, her hand reaching up and stroking him in time with her oral.

She grinds her pussy into his face, smothering his face with pussy juice, like a bitch in heat, she presses his cock flat to the side, forcing him into her open, waiting mouth, gurgling and gagging on the meat.

‘Leon…’

“Erik!!!!! EEEEEhhhhhhhhhh!!!” She squeals around his cock, the vibrations from her throat coaxing his cum into her mouth, surprising her, and surprising Erik. Erik’s skill below her, the taste and warmth of his seed in her mouth sends her brain into overdrive, her vision going blank as she cums and cums, losing control of her wide heavy hips.

“Thank you again… For the bottle.” She says, holding the door open for Erik.

“Any time.” He responds, face flushed.

“And…”

She whispers in his ear, licking his earlobe. “Thank you for the meal.”