Living With My Yandere Professor

Andrew’s hand moved higher under Scarlett’s shirt, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. Scarlett gasped into the kiss, her body arching slightly against him.

"Andrew... we can’t..." she whispered breathlessly, even as her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer.

But Andrew didn’t stop. He kissed her deeper, his tongue exploring her mouth with growing hunger. The thin walls of the tent felt like the only thing separating them from the rest of the world.

He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her neck, sucking and licking the sensitive skin. Scarlett tilted her head back, biting her lower lip to hold back a moan. His hand continued to knead her breast, occasionally pinching her nipple lightly, drawing soft, involuntary sounds from her.

"You’re so sensitive tonight," he murmured against her collarbone, his voice low and husky.

Scarlett’s breathing was ragged. She knew they shouldn’t be doing this here, not with other students camping nearby, but Andrew’s touch was making it harder to think straight. His free hand slid down her side, slipping under the waistband of her shorts, fingers brushing against the edge of her panties.

"Andrew..." she warned again, but her hips lifted slightly, betraying her.

He kissed her again, swallowing her protest as his fingers dipped lower, stroking her through the fabric of her panties. Scarlett’s thighs pressed together instinctively, but Andrew gently pried them apart, continuing his teasing touches.

The tent felt smaller, hotter. The sleeping bags rustled beneath them as Andrew shifted, pressing his body more firmly against hers. His hardness was evident, rubbing against her thigh through his pants.

Scarlett’s hands moved to his chest, pushing lightly at first, then gripping his shirt as the pleasure built. She kissed him back with equal hunger now, her earlier resistance melting away.

Scarlett tensed for a moment, but Andrew didn’t stop. He kissed her harder, his fingers slipping inside her panties, finding her already wet and warm.

"You’re soaked," he whispered against her lips, voice filled with satisfaction.

Scarlett’s face burned with embarrassment, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she pulled him down for another deep kiss, her legs parting further to give him better access.

The night air outside was cool, but inside their small tent, the temperature kept rising. Andrew’s fingers moved slowly, teasing her folds and circling her clit while he continued kissing her, swallowing every soft moan she made.

Scarlett’s hips started moving against his hand, chasing the pleasure. Her breathing was shaky, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Andrew... if someone hears..." she whispered, voice trembling with both worry and arousal.

"Then be quiet," he replied, kissing her again as his fingers continued their skilled movements.

His fingers continued their slow, deliberate exploration inside Scarlett’s panties. He stroked her slick folds with gentle but confident movements, occasionally circling her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. Scarlett’s breathing grew heavier, her hips instinctively rolling against his hand as pleasure coursed through her.

"You’re so wet already," he murmured against her neck, his voice low and husky with desire.

Scarlett’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she pulled him closer, kissing him deeply to silence any further teasing. Andrew responded eagerly, his tongue sliding against hers as his fingers dipped lower, gently pushing one finger inside her tight heat.

Scarlett gasped into the kiss, her inner walls clenching around his finger. Andrew added a second finger, thrusting them slowly and curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. His thumb never stopped rubbing her clit in steady circles, building the pleasure higher and higher.

Scarlett’s hands clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as soft, needy moans escaped her lips. Andrew swallowed every sound with his kisses, his own arousal pressing hard against her thigh through his pants.

He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point while his fingers continued their rhythmic thrusting. Scarlett’s back arched, pushing her breasts against his chest as the pleasure intensified.

"Andrew..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling.

He lifted his head to look at her flushed face, eyes dark with lust and affection.

"I want you," he said simply, his fingers still moving inside her. "Right now."

Scarlett didn’t reply with words. She simply nodded, her eyes hazy with need. Andrew withdrew his hand, quickly pulling down her shorts and panties in one motion. He removed his own pants and underwear just as fast, freeing his hard, throbbing cock.

Andrew positioned the swollen head of his cock at Scarlett’s slick entrance. He rubbed it up and down along her wet folds a few times, coating himself with her arousal, teasing her clit with every pass. Scarlett bit her lower lip hard, trying to stay quiet.

Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter her.

The thick head of his cock parted her folds, stretching her tight entrance as he sank inside. Inch by inch, his hard length disappeared into her pussy. Scarlett’s eyes widened, and she quickly pressed her face into his shoulder to muffle the moan that threatened to escape. The feeling of him filling her so completely made her inner walls flutter and clench around him.

Andrew groaned lowly, savoring the tight, wet heat enveloping his cock. He pushed deeper, watching as more of his shaft sank into her until his hips finally pressed flush against hers. He was buried to the hilt inside her.

"Fuck... you’re so tight," he whispered hotly against her ear.

Scarlett’s nails dug into his back. She was breathing heavily through her nose, trying desperately to control the sounds escaping her. Every small movement of his cock inside her sent sparks of pleasure through her body. She buried her face deeper into his neck, biting down on his shoulder to stay silent as other campers were still awake nearby.

Andrew didn’t rush. He stayed buried deep inside her for a moment, letting her adjust, before he slowly pulled back until only the head remained inside. Then he thrust forward again, filling her completely in one smooth stroke.

Scarlett’s body jolted. A muffled whimper escaped against his skin. She tightened her legs around his waist, trying to hold herself together.

Andrew began to move with focused, deep strokes. Each thrust was powerful and deliberate, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, his cock dragging along her sensitive inner walls. The wet, intimate sound of his cock plunging into her soaked pussy was unmistakable in the small tent.

He kept a steady rhythm, hips rolling as he fucked her. Every time he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. Scarlett’s eyes were squeezed shut, her face buried in his neck as she fought to stay quiet. Small, suppressed whimpers and gasps escaped despite her best efforts.

Andrew’s breathing grew heavier. He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her again and again. His cock stretched her perfectly, hitting deep spots inside her with every thrust.

"You feel so good," he groaned quietly, his voice strained with pleasure. "So fucking wet for me..."

Scarlett could only respond with a shaky, muffled moan against his shoulder. Her pussy clenched around his cock with every deep stroke, her juices coating him and making each thrust smoother and wetter.

Andrew’s pace gradually increased. He fucked her harder, the force of his thrusts making her breasts bounce beneath her shirt. The sleeping bags rustled loudly beneath them, but he didn’t care. He was completely focused on her, on the way her tight pussy gripped him, on the way her body trembled beneath him, on the soft, desperate sounds she tried so hard to suppress.

Scarlett’s nails raked down his back as another wave of pleasure hit her. She bit harder on his shoulder to keep from crying out, her entire body tensing as she fought to stay quiet.

Andrew leaned down and kissed her neck, sucking on her skin as he continued pounding into her with deep, relentless strokes. His cock slid in and out of her soaked pussy with obscene wet sounds, stretching her again and again.

His thrusts grew faster and deeper, his hips snapping against hers with increasing urgency. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock plunging into her soaked pussy filled the small tent. Scarlett’s body trembled beneath him, her inner walls fluttering wildly around his thick shaft as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.

She was close.

Her nails dug harder into his back, and she pressed her face desperately into his neck, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sounds threatening to escape. Her muffled moans vibrated against his skin as she fought to stay quiet.

Andrew could feel her getting closer. He angled his hips, driving his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside her with every powerful stroke while his pelvis ground against her clit.

"Cum for me," he whispered hotly against her ear, his voice rough with lust. "Let go, Scarlett."

That was all it took.

Scarlett’s body suddenly tensed. Her pussy clenched violently around his cock as her orgasm crashed over her. A choked, muffled cry escaped against his shoulder as waves of intense pleasure ripped through her. Her thighs shook, her back arched, and her inner walls spasmed rhythmically, milking his cock with powerful contractions.

The feeling of her cumming so hard around him pushed Andrew over the edge.

With a low, guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as possible inside her and came. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding her pussy in heavy pulses. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper into her, filling her completely until it started leaking out around his cock, coating her thighs and the sleeping bag beneath them.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing heavily. Andrew’s body was pressed flush against hers, his cock still twitching inside her as the last spurts of his cum filled her.

Finally, he slowly pulled out. A thick trail of his cum leaked from her swollen pussy, dripping down onto the fabric below. Scarlett lay there, chest heaving, her face flushed and eyes hazy with pleasure.

But the night was still young.

Andrew looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting the remnants of her moans on her lips.

"We’re not done yet," he whispered against her mouth, his cock already starting to harden again against her thigh. "I still want more of you tonight."

Scarlett let out a soft, breathless laugh, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him back down for another kiss.

The storm outside had long passed, but inside their tent, the heat between them was only just beginning.