PROFESSOR GAURI

[sominoru]

He stood there, breathing lightly, eyes wide and guilty like a boy caught where he shouldn’t be. “Hey,” he murmured. “I just… I couldn’t sleep.”
“Are you insane? What if the neighbors saw you?” she hissed. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”
But Siraj wasn’t listening. Not really.

His gaze slid helplessly down the line of her throat, lingering on the bare skin above the neckline of her top. Her cleavage rose and fell with every breath, soft and teasing in the warm light. His eyes drifted lower, following the dip of her waist to her big round ass, half-hidden by her cotton pyjamas.
“Siraj,” she snapped, arms folding beneath her chest, pushing her breasts higher.

He looked up, flushed. “Sorry, I just— You look…” He bit the inside of his cheek. “You look really… beautiful tonight.”
She rolled her eyes, shocked but not entirely surprised. “You came here just to tell me that?”
“No,” he said, stepping a little closer. “I just wanted a hug. Then I’ll leave. Promise.”
She sighed, “You’re impossible.”

He stepped into her slowly, resting his head against her chest, breathing in the faint scent of her — something like strawberry and heat and sleep. His hand slid down her back… and paused on the curve of her ass.

Gauri’s breath caught.
Her body stiffened for half a second — then softened. Her heart began to beat faster, like it had skipped ahead of her mind.
“Don't do this,” she murmured. 

Siraj smiled against her skin. “Can’t help it,” he said softly. “You feel too good.”



His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel the pressure of his chest against her breasts now — warm, full contact. Her nipples hardened, brushing lightly against the thin fabric of her top. She swallowed hard.

“Siraj…” she said, more breath than warning.
He didn’t speak. He just held her, like he never wanted to let go.
She tilted his head back gently.

“Listen to me,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. “I’m tired. You should go home now.”
He looked up at her, eyes heavy, dazed — drunk on the feel of her body, the scent of her skin, the way her curves felt. 

Wordlessly, he stepped back, reluctant. His fingers slid from her waist as if unwilling to lose her warmth.
And then he left — into the night, heart pounding, senses reeling, intoxicated by the hug he’d begged for… and the woman he couldn’t get out of his head.

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7:32 AM.
Gauri blinked awake, groggy and warm under her blanket. Her hair was a mess, her body still slack with sleep. She reached lazily for her phone, squinting at the soft buzz of a message.
Siraj: Good morning, Professor!
She was already feeling a familiar flutter in her stomach.
Siraj: I couldn’t sleep after last night. You completely messed me up.
Her lips parted slightly as she kept reading, her thumb hesitating over the screen.
Siraj: The way you felt in my arms… the way your body pressed into me... soft and warm and perfect. Your scent is still stuck in my head. I don't know how I’m supposed to think straight today.

Gauri bit her lip, her body suddenly more awake than before — a pulse low in her belly responding to his words.
She stared at her screen, thumb hovering over the reply button as her pulse fluttered in her throat.
She typed. Paused. Deleted. Then finally:
Gauri: You’re shameless, Siraj.
Three dots.
Gauri: Seriously… messaging me things like that first thing in the morning? Have you lost your mind?

Siraj: Ma'am your top was so sexy, by the way. And those pyjamas? You walked away and I swear I almost lost it. That little movement of your hips? You really don’t know what you do to people around you?

She could feel heat rising along her chest and neck.

Gauri: Siraj! Do you know what you are saying? I am your Professor! Have some respect!
Siraj: Sorry Maam! I am not able to control myself. You are driving me crazy!

Gauri did not know what to say! She was silent!

Gauri: I need to get ready! I have some to finish grading the assignments!  
Siraj: Maam, do you need help?
Gauri: What help? I can manage on my own thanks! Listen, you should focus on your own life. 
Siraj: No, I meant the getting ready part. I can help you get ready. Get rid of the stress. I can make you very relaxed.  
Another message appeared.
Siraj: Need help with your back? Or front? I’m generous like that… full-service. ?
She covered her mouth, half-laughing, half-blushing. The man had zero shame. And yet, her thighs squeezed instinctively, reacting to the images blooming in her mind.

Siraj: Also, a question. Out of pure academic curiosity, of course...
She arched a brow.
Siraj: Do you keep things neat and trim down there… or are we talking a little wild garden situation? You know, very natural. ?
Siraj: I ask only because... it’s the kind of detail I like to daydream about when I am obsessing over the way you feel against me.
Gauri's heart thudded in her chest.
Her skin tingled, her breath unsteady as her mind swirled with wicked thoughts she couldn’t push away. She stared at the screen, her lips parted, body warm, pulsing.
He was playing with fire.

Gauri: Siraj! This is completely inappropriate! You are crossing your limits! How dare you talk to me like this! Have you no shame at all!
She hit send, but even as she did, her legs shifted under the blanket, thighs rubbing together. Her nipples brushed against the fabric of her loose sleep top, still a little sensitive from how tightly he'd held her last night.
Siraj’s reply came almost instantly.
Siraj: If I crossed my limits, it’s your fault. You were the last thing I touched before I slept. The last thing I [i]felt. How do you expect me to act normal after that?[/i]
She groaned, the words going straight to her core.
Gauri: Well, control yourself. I am your Professor. You can't do sexting like this!
Siraj: You’re right. Sorry!
Gauri: okay! I am done talking! Goodbye!
Siraj: Maam, I have to tell you one last thing! I hope you don't mind. Don't take this the wrong way. 
Gauri: You are in the wrong way. You already told me so many inappropriate things. What more do you want to say?
Siraj: I swear when I had my hand resting on your ass cheeks last night, I experienced pure heaven. I had to bite my tongue not to tell you all the things I wanted to do.
Gauri pressed her phone to her chest, eyes wide, breath shallow.
Her fingers trembled as she typed.
Gauri: Enough. This is inappropriate.
Gauri: I have work to do. 
A beat passed. Then another ping.
Siraj: Also, you didn’t answer the important question. Shaved or wild? Or should I find out myself someday?
She gasped out with shock. She can't believe he is saying this. 
Gauri: I will have you Blocked. Reported. Arrested.
Siraj: Tell me please!
She bit her lip. She hadn’t answered on purpose. 
Gauri still hadn’t replied.
Her fingers hovered, her breath uneven, phone resting on her bare stomach as she stared at the screen.
Then — her screen lit up again.
Siraj:
You’re quiet. That means one of two things.
Either you’re blushing and pretending to be mad…
Or you’re touching yourself and trying not to moan my name.
She covered her mouth, a tiny gasp escaping. The nerve.
Before she could answer, another message landed:
Siraj:Gauri, I really want to taste your juices! I want to see your facial expression while I feel your wetness. 
Gauri’s chest rose and fell faster, breath shallow.

She stared at the screen, lips parted, thighs pressed tight, her body responding more than she could control. She could feel the phantom heat of his hands. The deliberate care in his imaginary touch.

Her fingers finally moved.
Gauri:
You need help.
Psychological help.

Siraj:
Only you can help me Maam. But first… I want to be the one who shaves you.
Slowly. Carefully.
Warm towel. My hands steady. My lips brushing your skin as I go.
I'd do it so gently… make you feel safe, relaxed. Turned on.
Every stroke designed to make you melt.

She stared at that last message, her heart thundering, her body soaked in heat, knowing one thing for sure inviting him inside that day when she was soaking wet in a tshirt was a mistake. Her t-shirt clearly showed off her breasts leaving hardly anything for imagination. Before that Siraj was very formal and casual. But after that day he became more obsessed and now he is sending all kinds of extremely personal intimate and inappropriate messages. 

 
She switched off the phone and got into her bathtub. She has to talk very strictly and warn him not to cross limits. Maybe complain to the HOD and make him understand the seriousness of the situation. Last night he came for a hug. Who knows what he will do again the next time. Better to cut it off before things escalate. 

As the warm water hit her skin, Gauri tilted her head back, letting the heat soak into her body. She was feeling very aroused after reading the text messages.

Siraj's words were still echoing in her mind, every bold message replaying like a whisper against her skin. The way he’d described her, craved her. The things he wanted to do. The way he said she was making him lose his mind. 

Her nipples were already tight, hardened and standing erect, they became more sensitive from the mere brush of water. She dragged her fingers slowly across one, then the other — a light pinch, a teasing pull. 

A soft gasp slipped from her lips.

Her breath slowed down as she lifted one leg up on the edge of the tub, the cool air kissing her thigh in contrast to the heat of the water. Her fingers slid lower, slow and unsure at first — but the moment they brushed that aching spot, her whole body responded.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
He’d said he wanted to taste her.

And in that moment, with her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles delicately rubbing her pussy, Gauri wanted relief. 
Her breathing quickened as she sank deeper into the sensation — not just the pressure of her fingers, but the weight of his voice in her head. The memory of his arms around her. His hand on her body like he already knew it. The way he felt her tight big round firm ass and the way he squeezed them like it was his property. 

She could not shake the image of him placing his hand between her thighs during the class hours and it made her feel more and more aroused. 

 

She moaned softly with water running down her chest. 
Her body trembled, tension rising like a wave building and building—
And when she finally came, she was spent and relieved. 

She finally got ready. "I need to talk some sense into him. This is completely unacceptable. This is wrong!" she thought to herself as she got onto to her two wheeler and started driving.