The Professor Who Shouldn't Want Me

It Just Wasn't Enough

POV: Isadora

I stared at myself in the mirror for a few seconds; my hair looked good, my makeup was on point, and my outfit, the red dress Ryan loved so much, was perfect.

“You look beautiful!”, my mom said, walking into my room. “Going out with Ryan?”, I nodded, and she smiled, satisfied.

“He’s coming to pick me up.”, I turned to her.

“Any chance we’ll get a proposal today?”

“It’s still early, Mom! And you know that.”, she rolled her eyes.

“Well, until then, keep being an excellent girlfriend, so he doesn’t change his mind.”

“The Fletchers are one of the few families on par with the Bennetts, and it’s important that you marry someone of your standing.”

“I know, Mom.”, I sighed. “I’d better go downstairs; he must be arriving soon.”

I’ve been hearing this kind of talk for as long as I can remember, and it seemed like I’d keep hearing it until I married someone of my standing. Sometimes it felt like this was the only thing my mom cared about when it came to me.

I quickly went downstairs, and it wasn’t long before Ryan rang the doorbell. We were going to a new restaurant in town that had opened just over a month ago but had already received rave reviews from the best critics. It was the place to be, and that’s why Ryan was so eager to go.

Honestly, I wasn’t really in the mood to go out; my original plan was to curl up in my blankets and binge-watch a show, but I decided to make the effort for him, especially after what happened in Professor Anderson’s last class. Ryan was furious about being kicked out of the room like that, felt completely humiliated, and hadn’t been in a good mood since. I had hopes that maybe going out just the two of us to somewhere nice could make him feel better.

“This place is amazing, Ryan.”, I said as soon as we sat down at the table. The restaurant had a very sophisticated and elegant decor; it reeked of exclusivity and high cost. The kind of place Ryan loved to go.

“Yeah, and you look stunning!”, he said, looking at my dress.

The waiter approached and handed us the menus. He patiently stood by our side until we placed our orders, always answering all of Ryan’s questions with a velvety “sir” at the end of every sentence.

“Finally, a place where we’re treated properly.”, he said as soon as the waiter left, and I already anticipated he’d start talking about Professor Anderson again.

“Forget about it, Ryan.”, I held his hand. “Let’s just focus on us tonight.”

He smiled at me and kissed my hand.

“You’re right.”

Soon the waiter returned with the chosen wine and then with our dishes. Everything was excellent as expected; we had a perfect dinner, and Ryan had even forgotten about the professor’s existence.

After dinner, we went to a hotel, one of the ones his father owned. We entered the master suite half-drunk and even drank some of the champagne waiting for us in the room. Ryan lay on the bed and called me, extending his hand to me; he was already shirtless. He was a handsome man, with blue eyes, blond hair with long bangs, and a defined chest.

I got on top of him, and we started kissing. He quickly reversed our positions and got on top of me; he liked being on top. He started kissing my neck and then moved down to the cleavage of my dress, opening it and exposing my breasts.

“Have I told you how much I love this dress?”, he said, fondling one of my breasts.

“That’s why I wore it.”, I smiled.

He kissed me again and then started taking off his pants. He grabbed the condom from his wallet and quickly put it on his already erect d**k. I took off my panties, and he penetrated me with his hands on each of my breasts, holding them tightly as he thrust.

He always seemed much more turned on than I was, and so he wouldn’t notice, I always ended up putting on a bit of an act. I’d start moaning loudly and faking some pleasure. Not that I didn’t feel any pleasure at all; I felt something, it just wasn’t enough. Maybe there was something wrong with me. Soon he reached his limit, came, and rolled off me, satisfied.