Your first tutorial

The rest of your lectures were nothing new. No other new professors, no interesting new classmates. Just Sophie Wilson. You shivered as you thought of her later that night, alone in your bed. Curious, you had looked her up online where you saw a semi-professional blog she kept about her travels. Your cock was in your hand before long, with you climaxing to a particularity hot picture of your new professor where she had a tight top that was almost transparent in the light. You had it bad for this gorgeous older woman.

"Alright, so here's the schedule for the first round of tutorials" Sophie said. She insisted on you all calling her Sophie for some reason. As you studied the slide on the screen you frowned. You were last in line. How was this sorted? Inwardly you shrugged. You looked forward to talking to her alone. You knew she was married but, fuck, a man could dream, right?

"Alright, see you at the next lecture, Mandy" you heard Sophie say. Looking up from your phone, you saw your classmate Mandy leave Sophie's office. "Oh, hello John. Come on in." Nodding you put your phone away and got up, taking your bag with the day's books and notebooks under your arm, and went in. When Sophie let you in then closed the door behind you, your heart skipped a beat. You smelled her perfume, flowery but subtle, and realised that you liked it, a lot.

"Hi John. How are you?" she asked as the two of you sat down on opposite sides of her desk.

"I'm fine, thanks. How are you?" you replied automatically.

"Just fine, thank you. Now, let's get to the heart of the matter. Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Uh...what?" you stammered.

"John, please. You seem distracted in class. Is something wrong? At home? Here?" Sophie wanted to know. You couldn't very well tell her the truth, not to a married woman, so you sort of shrugged in reply.

"Don't give me that" Sophie said. "I've seen plenty of students that have problems at home. I know this may not be my place, but the other professors I've spoken to say that you are a bright young man that's always done well."

Her interest in you seemed so genuine, not at all faked, that you were taken aback. She obviously cared for her students. Unlike some of her colleagues, who just saw you as your student numbers, or worse, numbers on their bank accounts, Sophie seemed honestly concerned.

"So, what is it? Problems at home?" she pressed.

"No, not at all" you said. "Everything's fine." You were taken aback by how quickly Sophie had gotten to this topic, rather than anthropology.

"Is it something else? Girl trouble, perhaps?" she asked. She reached out and touched your hand. The both of you looked shocked when it was almost as if you got a literal shock. Your breath stuck in your chest and you stared at one another in silence for a few seconds. Then, on an impulse, you leaned in and kissed her. For a few seconds, but what seemed much longer, you were kissing her. She kissed back with passion before pulling away, gasping.

"No, no, no, no" she muttered. "John, you shouldn't have done that."

"I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me! I'll leave now" you said, getting up.

"No, please, stay" she said. She took a deep breath then looked you dead in the eyes. "So this is what's been bothering you?"

"Yes" you told her as you sat down again.

"I can tell. I...didn't want to acknowledge it. Problem is, though...I'm married" Sophie said as she looked away and idly toyed with her ring. It seemed she had done so before, or that it had been removed recently, as it was moving without much friction.

"I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that" you said.

"I agree" Sophie said as she looked at you then straightened her blouse. "Just...let's just focus on anthropology, okay?" she said.