Don’t be freaked out please.
I am in a relationship with my professor. I have her exam tomorrow. Nobody knows, it is our secret. We can’t keep our hands off each other, I go to university extra early just for her.
People are confused as to why we laugh when we pass each other in the hallway but they think that I must be her ‘good student’. I meet her every day because she lives near my office. I don’t feel guilty and I know this relationship won’t last long because she is engaged; if I tell anyone, I will be judged.
It all started in class, her eyes caught my attention, her body is curved like someone chiseled it. Her breasts are noticeable too. I could not help myself, I kept looking at her, it is bad to look at women in my country, especially in my way. But I question God, why did you make her this way? Why does she have to be perfect in every way.
She noticed me looking, I am also very attractive, so she would smile and lick her lips, I guess that is her habit for when she finds someone attractive, I have had my fair share of older woman in my life and I matured at a very young age. I have seen the darker side of life and I have been living this life in fear and pain since I was a small boy due to abuse in my house. But I am out of it now. However, it made me what I am today.
She called me one day to the library, she was alone. She had a spare key for the library, it was way too early, the librarian does not come until 12PM. She asked me about how I did this assignment because it was very extraordinary and then soon the conversation changed, we discussed our lives a little. She was very open. This would continue for one week and I knew I was onto something.
I took a chance one morning, I kissed her. My heart was beating but we enjoyed it. It has been 2 months now, you can say that we are together. I don’t know why I am doing this. But it feels good. I just want to hide her. I don’t want her to marry this guy, she does not even like him. Her parents set it all up and she has to accept.
But I can’t do it. My country is different. People will see me as a different person. I must be quiet about it all. That is why I am talking about it here.
Courtesy - Anonymous
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