Off to school.

It was now time to get out of here. Tossing my towel onto the couch, I strode naked to my room were Bridget beat me to the dresser. She meticulously pulled out some of my clothes and insisted that she dress me for work. I didn't bother wasting any time arguing with her so I let her have her way. She held out my boxer shorts as I stepped into them. She slowly pulled the waistband up to my hips stopping only briefly to give the head of my cock a quick kiss. A smiled despite myself, I had to will myself not to get another erection. Bridget then pulled up my charcoal pants, giving my crotch and butt a playful feel before fastening my belt. Grabbing a white button shirt, she circled around me to hang it on my shoulders then looked up at me as she placed a trail of kisses up my chest while she buttoned me up. After she tucked in my shirt, I put on my matching blazer followed by my socks and shoes while she placed my glasses on my face. Bridget selected a red tie to wrap around my neck, once she finished with the knot she pulled me down by the tie to grant me another kiss. I held her in my arms and we just melted into that silent moment. I couldn't help but wonder if this is what it's like to have a wife. After she graduates she would make ideal marriage material. I chased away these fanciful thoughts knowing it was far too soon to be thinking about such things. Far too many things have happened in this relationship that have exceeded my comfort levels. I could only hope that our relationship could last four more years for her to graduate, then I could start thinking about matrimony. I wondered if Bridget had thoughts like these as well...of course not Avery! She was far too young and she's a smart girl, she must be focused on her career path.

When we finally pulled apart, I kissed the top of her forehead and led her out the front door. Once outside, Bridget grabbed my hand interlocking our fingers. We walked to the car holding hands as we passed by a couple of my neighbors who waved at us. They usually never paid me much thought but today they must have been surprised to not only have a smile on my face but to be walking hand-in-hand with a beautiful girl who readily introduced herself as my girlfriend. I suppose I shouldn't worry, it's not like any of the people in my building have reason to drive down to the campus anyway. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going to get teased for being the overly strict teacher who started dating a younger woman out of nowhere. Oh well, not like I cared about their opinion anyway. I opened up the passenger side door for Bridget before I climbed in myself. We drove off to the school having a pleasant conversation about the weather and how mathematics are at the heart of chemistry along the way.

When we parked near the school, Bridget released her seat belt then quickly straddled my lap to kiss me again. When she pulled back she looked me in the eye, "Avery..."

"Yes?"

"Forgot to mention, I love you too." Bridget pressed in for another kiss. I was completely over-joyed. To be honest, I didn't really care whether or not she said it back. I was more upset over the fact that I let my confession slip out so carelessly and so soon in our relationship. I did love her. Now that she has told me that she loved me back I felt like I had been given a much welcome gift that I didn't even have to ask for. I held her tightly in the driver's seat as we kissed for several minutes before we left the car.

Dusting ourselves off, I looked around to see if anyone saw us. Seeing that there was blessedly no one around, I grabbed Bridget by the waist pulling her close to me. "I will see you in class Ms. Bernard." I winked.

"As always, I look forward to your lecture Professor Finn." She stole one last kiss before we walked away in separate directions. It was one thing travelling to Delia's class together but to lower any suspicions we thought it would be best to arrive from different locations when attending my mathematics course.

The lecture I gave went off without a hitch. I was introducing new advanced formulas correctly and efficiently as my class eagerly participated in answering all the questions. Who would have thought that a couple lessons under-dressed would have gotten them so excited for my course? Go figure. True enough, that one or two of them threw in a joke about teaching in my underwear or how I got nude tutoring at Bridget's house but all of these jokes were taken in good humor and I pretended not to be as embarrassed as I really was, so not a lot of people laughed at me. Scarlet and Ingrid were surprisingly in good spirits and Bridget skillfully gave no sign about she and I being an item. If anything, I was the one endanger of letting our secret out. After her confession, I was feeling giddy anytime I saw her or thought of her. I couldn't help stealing glances at her from the corner of my eye trying to suppress a smile. Everything she did was a work of art. The way she raised her hand, her voice when she spoke, the way she read her textbook, how she looked when she wrote things down, I was utterly captivated by her. She noticed me staring. The corner of her mouth twitched upward to give me a clandestine smile then she subtly adjusted her collar 'accidentally' loosening a button on her blouse. I had to walk to a corner of the room to quickly readjust my pants before anyone noticed how excited that made me.

When class came to an end, I happily waved goodbye to my students as they left the door. It didn't go unnoticed that I was in a much better mood than I usually was. Some of my students were taken aback like I had been replaced by some affable doppelganger, others took it in stride not looking the gift horse in the mouth and welcomed my positive attitude. As all of my students filed out, Bridget lingered behind pretending that she was doing some extra work. Once the classroom had only me and her inside, she approached me like she was about to ask a question. The second I stood up from my desk and walked toward her, she dropped all subterfuge and jumped into my arms kissing me fiercely. "Honestly Avery, could you have been more obvious? Did I not give you enough attention this morning?"

"My apologies, I really didn't think it would be this hard to hide how I feel about you." I put my hands on her waist and pressed up to her. "And to answer your question: no. I can never get enough of your attention." I kissed her neck.

"I was trying so hard to keep things cool but you kept staring at me with so much affection. You're making me feel all tingly." She rose her leg, pressing her thigh up to my crotch.

"I can't help it. You're too damn alluring. How am I suppose to make it through the rest of the day without you?" I unfastened another one of her buttons and started kissing her rack.

"You won't have to, I am coming with you to Delia's class. After that, it won't be long before the day ends and we can go home together." She unfastened my belt.

"Want to come back to my place?" I loosened up more buttons.

"I would love to but I need a change of clothes so it will have to be my place." She unzipped my pants.

"Your place it is then. Do we still have time before Art class?" I spoke as I shrugged out of my blazer. I already knew the answer.

"We have time." Bridget hastily unhooked the buttons on my shirt.

"Fantastic, then how about we do something about my uncharacteristic behavior during class today?" I fiddled with her skirt until it fell to the floor.

"Agreed, you were so unprofessional. What am I to do with you?" She dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles.

"Help me adjust my focus." I toed out of my shoes and socks as I stepped out of my pants.

"Very well, and what should you be focusing on right now Professor?" I unhooked her bra and answered her with my mouth. Grabbing her by the butt, I lifted her off her feet and carried her to the wall. She regained her footing or a moment only to take off her panties. I lifted her up by the hips again, pressing her against the wall as I savaged her mouth with my own. Wrapping her legs around my waist, her pussy begged for my cock's attention so I gave it to her. As I plunged deep inside her, Bridget's nails dug into my shoulders while my tie hung loosely off my neck and my shirt sunk down beneath my arms. I couldn't be bothered to take any of it off because that would mean letting go of Bridget even if it was for a moment. Gratefully, I managed to hold on to her until we finished.

I sat against the wall for a few minutes with Bridget in my lap as I kissed her cheeks, still in our state of undress. It felt so relieving to take in her scent after some rigorous sex. As she stood up to collect her clothes I knew I probably should be doing the same thing but instead, I just sat there watching her dress like I was in a daze. I regained my senses once someone opened the classroom door. Damn it, did I forget to lock it?! I scrambled to my feet certain I was about to get busted.