chapter 9

Hero is feeling the rush, the exhilaration, and the ultimate freedom of his ride and he wishes that it would last forever…

But like any totally amazing experience, they would usually end on a cold note. So yeah, I plan to enjoy every bit of this wonderful feeling while I still can.

The present situation is giving this mid-20's old student a hard time, but he’s managing to concentrate on the road despite it all. His rider’s curvy arms were hugging him tightly from behind. He could feel her small feminine hands almost grabbing his muscular eight-pack as if her life depended on it. Her torso and her legs were still an inch away from him but even so, her firm hold on him is still giving him a hard-on.

Yep, at the speed I’m going, I’m not surprised. I don’t see why I should slow down, though. All the more reason for her attention to be on other things besides the humungous bulge in my pants.

Hero moans a bit as his professor’s dainty hands firmly grip his abs as the bike accelerates. He forces himself to stop imagining her tearing at his shirt, scratching at his chest, pulling at his belt…

The ROAD, BIEN AKIHIRO! Fucking concentrate on THE DAMN ROAD!

Just before they left, he had changed clothes in front of her. Alright, he admits it, he was actually peacocking just to see if the woman he’s lusting after had even just a slight inclination to maybe - just MAYBE – notice any one of his manly and virile characteristics...

Even.

Just.

One.

No such luck.

He has pulled out all the stops during that supposedly on-the-spot decision to change clothes in front of her. He slightly flexed his arm muscles, strained his chest, and even used his expensive cologne after class. This never happened before, by the way, because he always chooses to scent up twice in one day!

That’s only during the morning before he leaves the house, and when he’s at work because that’s where he absolutely needs it.

And yet, despite all my efforts, I can hardly read anything on her face. She even looked bored at one point, damn it all! I cannot believe a fiery and emotional woman like her can be THAT cold. But there can be exceptions to the rule, right?

Yes, she is obviously an exception, especially to this rich motorbike enthusiast. From the moment he saw her walk into his class, he knew she was different from any other woman he has ever seen or listened to before. Somehow, her students can always feel her presence just overwhelm the room, so much so they would immediately freeze, shut up, and give her their full attention.

Hero suddenly remembers their first meeting in one of the college’s large auditorium-like session halls last semester. She gracefully walks in and, for a moment, everyone thinks that the small and shapely young, almost teenager-looking girl was another student in their class.  

“Hey gorgeous, wanna sit beside me?” Hero invites in a smooth, sensual tone, full flirtatious mode automatically in place.

She answers him with meaningful silence and a teasing smirk…

Then the lady immediately goes up the stage in front of the classroom and takes the mike from the podium.

“Good morning everyone, I will be your professor for this semester. My full name is Professor Aliyah Raquel Semana, Lyra for short. That being said, you may call me Prof, Ma’am, or Ms. Lyra. “

Holy shit, she’s the teacher?! No way… she doesn’t even look like a prof!

“Now unless you want me to teach the class while sitting beside you, Mister… uhh… may I have your name please, sir…”

Hero manages to snap out of his surprised trance to view the almost dainty prof in a tight blouse and jeans motioning to him with her right hand. He blurts out his full name and more…

“Bien Akihiro Agpalza, Ma’am… I mean, you can call me Hero for short… And I’m sorry for the very inappropriate greeting a minute ago.”

“Well, thank you for the apology, Hero but no, I can’t teach the class while sitting next to you so I’ll have to turn your invitation down. Sorry, no hard feelings.”

Hero hears the class laughing but is too engrossed with the woman teacher to care.

Wait, that’s supposed to be my line! Damn, what a woman!

He would be sheepishly apologizing to her again after class and he will never forget her answer…

“Hero, there was nothing to forgive. You greeted me as if I’m a young girl that you would like to invite out on a date. And for me, who is almost 30, that’s a big boost to my self-image. But don’t do that again in my class, ok?”

So she’s 29 while I’m 25? Yes, fist pump!

You see, Mr. Agpalza was into older women. Of course, to this day, he has never told Professor Semana that. Nor did he plan to and he had his reasons. However, this handsome young man has obviously found his favorite professor and he took note of everything about her, especially during her class.

She may not be that tall and a bit on the plushy side but boy, can she take over an audience! And that voice… You can just listen to her speak even about the most boring subject ever and your dick would still stand at attention!

It took him one whole semester to actually invite her out to a meal. He made the excuse of her trying out a new pasta dish at the nearest college cafeteria while presenting his invitation after one of their classes. It would be perfect timing since he knows that they were her last class.

And since he knew she loved pasta dishes, he had a good feeling that she would accept. To his delight, she did!

After they were seated, she surprised him by bringing out a lunch box and made him taste the most unbelievably scrumptious dish he had ever had! Truth is, he was blown out of his mind with just one taste and that hardly happens with him. He’s no picky eater but he can definitely know a great viand when he tastes one…

Hero actually ended up eating more of her saucy pork belly dish then she did. Good thing he had bought the new pasta dish for himself and she was happy to trade with him.

Plus, she’s smart, sensitive, and caring. I mean, how many times has she called out a student in our class to ask if anything was wrong? And she would always be spot on, even somehow making any student comfortable enough to just cry in public while telling her their sob story. I mean what’s not to love in this woman?

One time, he found himself over at her house because she needed him to escort another student there. The said undergrad was having family difficulties and is in danger of failing his grades. Lyra needed another male with her because she deemed it proper to have a third party present even if her intentions to help the troubled student were pristine.

“Thank you for being here, Hero. I’ll cook you some dinner to make up for your time and effort, ok?”

Yay, dinner! Yummy… cause it's her cooking!

“That sounds great, Lyra. But uh… my classmate just left. Wouldn’t you be questioned if you and I were alone in your condo unit?”

“Well, that guy made a move on me last year, even straightforwardly courted me, so I can’t be alone with him.”

“He WHAT?! What the heck, Lyra… and you still helped him.”

With those luscious curves of hers… the way her boobs would peek out from the third button of her blouse… or how her jeans would hug her rounded ass and accentuate her full hips… yeah, it wouldn’t be a surprise if every red-blooded male in the university who were into brainy, busty women would be after her.

Lyra laughed melodically, the very feminine sound turning Hero’s knees into jelly, “Just because he likes me doesn’t mean I can’t be his teacher anymore. But my first role with all my students is to be their professor, so I have no intention of going into anything romantic with them. I know there are such relationships in our college and it’s fine with the Deans, but it’s not my cup of tea.”

Ouch!

He had said yes to her request to visit her home not just because he wanted to help a classmate, but he was thrilled with the thought of being with her in her own home. Maybe he can even find a chance to tell her how much he liked her after everything was said and done.

But with her saying that it wasn’t her cup of tea… what else could he do?

Well, at the very least, I can show her how willing I am to be always there for her… even if I can only be a friend. But no one can blame me for trying to give her hints of how much I like her. I mean, how much I really, REALLY WANT her!

His mind suddenly shifts to the present. Hero had suddenly hit a bump on the road – literally - and almost lost control of the bike!

DAMN IT! You are riding a motorbike, Hero. And she is riding behind you! You’re supposed to go to the hospital without getting hospitalized yourselves."

“Sorry, my bad!” he yells to the woman behind him after he manages to finally gain control of his vehicle.

“It’s good, don’t worry!” yells back Lyra, who was moving quite a bit behind him.

All of a sudden, he becomes aware of her D-cup boobs tightly pressing against his back. Her arms have fully tightened around his waist too and her hands are now clasped loosely together right on top of his firm stomach. Meanwhile, he can feel her inner thighs clinging strongly to his butt and upper legs.

Oh no, she practically got tossed towards me when we hit that bump! Fuck this shit...

Hero feels pre-cum suddenly moistening the tip of his very hardened organ, and he hides a long sigh of relief from his backseat passenger. Thank the stars for thick denim pants! Even if he’s always in "commando", he is assured that his erotic heat would not be easily detected because of the dense material of his jeans.

This is just lust, that’s all. And I should not let her know about this.

The hunky biker starts to slow down as he enters a certain hospital’s parking area. They finally have arrived safely.

After all, I’m just her student. Better remember that Hero or you might lose it all with her.