Chapter 65: My Widow Professor – Part 3 (Confessing My Love To Her)
The next day I was at my college. My college was over. I was waiting for her message. There are 2 longest minutes of life. The moment I saw her message, I checked it. The text was, 'Hey, Utkal your extra class starts from today at sharp 6.00 p.m.' I was very happy and excited.
My college usually gets over at 2.00 p.m. So, I have 4 hours. I went to my house got freshened, had some snacks, I was feeling drowsy, so I took a snooze for around 1 hour. After that, I woke up and prepared myself for my extra cum fun class. I dressed my best to look handsome.
After checking in my mirror. I got convinced and went to her house. I was on my way; I saw a flower vendor on the side of the road. I stopped nearing him and asked him to give me a flower bouquet. I thanked him and gave him the money for the bouquet.
I reached her house. I saw my watch the time was 5.45 p.m. I parked my bike near her house. I opened her outside the gate and move towards the door. I knocked on the door. After knocking on the door for 3-5 times the door opened. I saw my teacher opening the door in a new avatar.
She was wearing a loose V-shaped gala style collar neck white salwar kameez with a dupatta. She was looking like a bombshell. It was her casual look at her house but for me, it was a hell of a surprise. I could hardly move. My legs got heavy as if I am suffering from elephantiasis.
She asked me to get inside. I was struggling to move but somehow I managed to move. I entered her house. It was well-furnished. While she was moving I was only staring at her back, her jiggling round butt, her curves, her moves. Soon she sat on her sofa and asked me to sit.
I sat next to her. I gave her the flower bouquet. She thanked me and said.
Teacher – You are spot on time. I like those who give value to time.
Me – (with a blush) thank you very much, mam.
Teacher – Did you find any difficulty in locating my house?
Me – (acting) Little bit but I managed. ( I wanted her attention)
Teacher – Why didn't you call me?
Me – Mam, I thought you must be busy. Moreover, I didn't want to disturb you.
Teacher – Oh! I would be so busy that I couldn't help you to direct my house. Now listen whenever you want, you can call me without any hesitation.
Me – Yep mam. I will.
(I was little thirsty)
Me – Mam, I am feeling a little thirsty. Can I get a glass of water?
Teacher – Ok wait. Beti, beti Liza. Bring a glass of water.
Suddenly I saw a girl quickly passing from the next room and entering the kitchen. I hardly saw her. I was sitting silently with my head down, feeling a little shy. I heard a sound like chum. When I heard that voice I looked at her. As my head was down I could only see her lovely white waxed legs with payal.
The girl said, "Here is the water, mom."
Teacher – Give it to him. He needs it.
I tried to lift my head slowly, keeping an eye on her from the bottom to top. The moment I saw her face I was in surprise. She was the Xerox copy of my teacher. Fair complexion, the same face, same eyes, same nose, same lips, same dimples.
But the only difference was that she didn't have a black mole below her lower lips. She was not voluptuous but had a perfect body shape. Her figure must be 34-28-34. She was very, very beautiful. I looked at her for a few seconds and took the glass and drunk a few drops of water.
Handing me the glass of water she went to her room. Now I was only with my teacher.
Teacher – So, shall we proceed.
Me – Yes, mam. Sure.
She started teaching, but I was only concentrating on her assets particularly at her big, round, juicy bosoms. After studying for 2 hours, my class was over, and I came to my house. This was my daily routine. Going to college and my extra classes except for holidays.
As per our deal, I helped her with her household chores and she helped me in my studies. During this period I got very close to both daughter and mother.
One night, she asked me to stay at her house as it was raining outside. I informed my father and he agreed. We three had dinner, watched a movie, and went to our respective rooms. They gave me their guest room. But at midnight, I was feeling like to go to pee.
So, I woke up and went to the bathroom. While I was coming, I thought to take a glance at my barbie, my fairy, my beautiful teacher. How does she look while sleeping? The moment I saw her I was in shock, startled. She was wearing a satin chiffon pattern above knee, lace, spaghetti strap nightgown.
I went near her and started to look at her from top to bottom and vice-versa. I saw her big juicy bosoms just going up and down in a rhythmic manner while she was breathing. With that moonlight coming from the window after the rain, she was looking like a nymph. I said, "Oh my God how beautiful she is."
Her beautiful face, which can take the lives of millions of men just looking at her. She must be grateful for what she was born with. It was an awesome face, a perfect face, an ethereal face. The kind people write songs and poems and suicide notes.
It's that exotic kind of beauty that even in romance novels obsess over, even if they have no idea who you are because they must possess you. That kind of beauty. Her lips which made me wonder how she survived with those sugar lips, maybe there is no ant in her territory.
Her lips were like soft ridges of dunes in the desert at sunset like the crests of waves meeting in the rush to shore, like folded wings of courting birds and yet to wine, to opium even, prefer elixirs of her lips on which love flaunt itself. Lips with such sweetness in their honey deeps as fill the rose in which a fairy sleeps.
I lost all of my controls just glimpsing at her lips which were like cherries that are made only for me to bite. I was tempted, attracted, entice just watching those beautiful lips. I was a wild beast seeing her in that position. Friends just watch your lovers when they are sleeping I bet you will lose yourself.
I was possessed. I slowly moved towards her lips and gave a peck without thinking of any consequences. I slowly looked at her face but, she was in deep sleep.
Oh! my God what a feeling. The best feeling in the world is kissing someone for the first time when you've wanted to kiss them for a long time. I couldn't control myself and started kissing again and again but lightly.
One moment I just forgot I was kissing my teacher and kissed her deeply closing my eyes, forgetting everything. I was not in my sense. I came to sense when my teacher woke up and took her lips away from me.
Teacher – (very angry) what are you doing you, idiot?
Me – Oh my god. Oh, sorry sorry mam. It's just. (paused)
Teacher – It's what? You have a lot of explanation to do. What were you doing in my room and why were you kissing me?
I got frightened. I was not getting any word. I started crying. Seeing me cry she came close to me and said.
Teacher – What happened why are you crying?
Me – Promise me what I am going to say after that, you will not hate me or tell anyone.
Teacher – Ok promise.
Me – I… I… I've been in love with you the moment I saw you. I say in love. I don't mean a mother-son, brother-sister, or teacher-student. But as a man to a woman. A woman in my eyes, deserving the most beautiful love affair on the planet.
"Mam, I know there are so many reasons why you should say this is wrong. Excuses not to listen to my reasoning. But I truly love you. I'm not in this for a cheap one night stand or just to get my rocks off. I'm seriously involved. I love you, and I want to be with you as a man with his woman."
"Mam, I have played out every imaginable scenario with this and all I keep doing is coming back to the beginning. I love you; I want you as a man does a woman. I want to make love to you, share our lives, everything."
The teacher got surprised.
Teacher – It's wrong, you know that.
Me – What's wrong in loving you or wanting you?
Teacher – Everything. You see I am a widow, a mother of a child, and I am 15 years older than you. How can you think such things? What will society say? I am using you for my purpose?
Me – Let anyone says anything. The fact remains that I love you and I can die for you.
Teacher – Are you conscious or you are becoming mad?
Me – No, mam, I am not mad. I am fully conscious. But I think I will get mad if I do not get you.
I went outside her house, brought a knife from the kitchen, and said, "Mam, if you want to prove how much I like you, I can show you right now by cutting my veins. Just order me and you will see this floor getting red from my blood."
She took the knife from me.
Teacher – Listen I don't want any drama. You are getting too far.
Me – It's not drama mam. Why are you not feeling my love? Why don't you understand me? I told you what I felt right in the beginning and still, you doubt my unconditional love for you. You just stay in my place and feel what I am feeling.
"I was not able to sleep, eat, and concentrate on anything from the day I saw you. I was only thinking about you and how to make you mine. What difficulties I took for you, you don't know anything."
Teacher – Ok I got it, how much you love me and you can do anything for me. But what about society and my colleagues?
Me – Again same thing. Oh! come on Mam. Mam when you were in a problem, do any of your colleagues or societies came to help you. Forget about them. Just think of yourself. Mam, you are just 38 and you have some needs as other women do. You also need a man to be satisfied and protect you.
"What's wrong about me? Don't you think I am good or man enough? Listen to me, mam in this world if anyone understands you that will be me. I will be with you wherever, whenever and however you want. Please believe me and accept me as a lover."
She was silently listening to me. She must be thinking about what I said? She was seating with his hands on her head. I went close to her, pulled her hands. She looked at me, and I was also looking at her. Slowly I went near to her lips and again started to kiss her. She was neither opposing nor, cooperating.
Slowly I started to kiss her ear lobes, her right part of the neck, her left part of the neck. At that moment her breathing was much deeper and intense. She was moaning but very slowly. The environment was very romantic as the rain had stopped and moonlight falling adding excitement to both of us.
The night breeze stirred my hair at that movement. The night wind began to come down from her window. But it felt like a breath from another world. The breeze is cold and refreshing, I draw the night into my lungs and try to calm myself down and not to get over-excited.
I started kissing her face, her eyes, her nose, her dimpled cheeks, her apple chin. I didn't leave any part of the face. I was not only in love but desperately in love with her beautiful face. I can live my whole life by just watching her gorgeous, lively face. Slowly I went towards her toes and started kissing.
I kissed her white milky hands, knees, and her thighs. She was letting slow moans. I could hear her heart beating like a big drum. While kissing and cuddling her my palm touched her huge bosoms. She jerked a bit but remained silent. It was my first time I have ever touched a breast and that too so huge.
I started to caress those. It was kind of holding a softball of cotton in your palm. They were so huge that it could hardly fit in my palm. I was like excited and heated. My body temperature roused. I am a sucker man as I love playing, squeezing, and sucking ample bosoms round and taut with soft skin.
I consider them as two inviting globes and my lusty, water tongue is a curious explorer that likes to explore them.
I was kneading and fondling them over her gown but very gently. I did not want to make her uncomfortable. I was feeling her tits and her nipples getting hard. I was kissing her lips, face while my hands were busy massaging her tits. She was just letting low moans. I was in my world and lost my controls.
As I was excited, I suddenly pressed her nipples very hard, and she screamed. I came to my sense with that scream and saw her daughter's room light was on. So, I rushed to my room. After a while, I came to her room as if I don't know anything.
I saw her daughter sitting on the side of the bed and asking her what had happened. My teacher said she saw a bad dream and for that reason, she screamed. She was looking a little bit confused. Her daughter said, "Mom, today I will sleep with you."
Her mother thanked her. I greeted them good night and came to my room. While I was greeting them, she was not looking at me. I think she must be shy. While I was laying on the bed, I started to remember what all happened. How I touched and kissed her for the first time.
My first kiss. My first touch on a girl. While I was thinking I could not control myself and went to the bathroom and started to get my loads off. Just making my cock back and forth for 5 minutes. I felt like my muscles getting clenched, and soon I had a huge and intense orgasm.
That was the best feeling I was having. There were lots and lots of semen in her bathroom. I washed it cleanly and came to my bed. Now I knew the day was coming soon when I will lose my virginity. Thinking of my further plans I slept.
So, for now, I am completing my third part of the story. In my next part, I will let you know my first dinner with my teacher and what all happened.
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