A surpsie session, but a welcome one.

I sit in the library, legs stretched under the table, up on a chair situated diagonally from me. I type away on my laptop, trying to get a sense of what my final two years of Uni will look like. The original plan was to take the second level of Mrs. Rever's class next semester, but now I’m not so sure. I refresh my emails, seeing if there’s any update from her. She did say she would email me about our next session after all. The page loads, and to my disappointment, it remains empty.

A boring half an hour later, elation fills my chest as I get an email from my professor, asking me to come to her office for our next session, but I also feel a matching sense of anxiety. Her email states to come 20 minutes early to discuss a sensitive topic.

A familiar scene as I walk down the hallway towards Mrs. Revers’ office, sweat pricking at my brow from taking the stairs to her office, I raise my fist and demonstrate that I’ve learnt my lesson by knocking on the door.

“Come in.” Her flat voice carries through the door.

I step in and sit in my usual chair in front of her desk, she studies me over the rim of he glasses before leaning back in her chair and sighing, her hand rising to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“Mrs. Revers, I-”

She holds her hand up to silence me.

“Mr. Doe. Let’s be frank with each other. You saw me having a video call with my husband. I should have locked the door.”

“Mrs. Revers, I do apologise, I should’ve knocked.” I sincerely say.

“Doesn’t matter now.” She sighs again as she takes off her glasses. “Please, at least tell me you didn’t see much.” There’s a hint of something in her voice, not vulnerability… Something different. Is that... Excitement?

“Uhm, Sorry, Mrs. Revers.” Something about her claws at m,e to be honest. “I was a bit shocked, so I was there at least for a few minutes…”

She closes her eyes and lets out an almost shuddering sigh.

“It’s fine.” She states simply. “Let’s begin the session before it gets too late.”

That’s all? No more discussion? My confusion and fear turn into unfounded hornyness. Why is she happy to leave it there? Why is this session still happening? Is her husband not concerned that a student saw her in such an exposed state? My brain can hardly focus as Mrs. Revers walks around the desk, her chest jiggling with each step, before sitting down next to me.

That’s something else as well, actually. Her shirt is unbuttoned. Usually it’s done up all the way, but today there’s a hint of cleavage, every time she leans over to point at something on the sheet, I can see down her shirt. She knows I can, I swear, I catch a hint of a smirk.

“Mr. Doe. If you are able to get over 85% on the exam, I will take you out for a celebratory dinner.” She says simply at the conclusion of our session.

I look up from my bag, surprised. “Dinner?”

“Yes. I trust that you’re okay with that? Unless you wanted something more educational within the confines of the University?”

I shake my head quickly.

“Nope. Dinner is fine.”

“Good. Dismissed.”

I stand and leave. As I close the door, I take a quick peek, and I see her adjusting her top, looking towards the monitor, she glances at me and smirks before waving her hand at me in a dismissive motion.