Y'all know the drill, NSFW!
Beyoncé's POV
Another week of classes had officially come to an end. I didn't have classes today, meaning it was the first day of my three-day weekend. While I would've loved to spend this Friday evening in bed catching up on my show of choice, instead I was spending it in my living room sitting in front of my best friend, Kelly, who has been bombarding me with questions about my week.
Kelly added, "I meant to ask how brunch went today."
I shrugged and answered, "the same way it always goes, 'so glad you're doing well,' 'when's the baby?', 'I'm sure work has been crazy,' shit like that."
"I don't know how you do it, Bey."
"Mimosas and meditation," I said with a chortle as I take a shot of Fireball to the head.
Our conversation thankfully transitioned away from my life and onto general gossip about everyone from coworkers to people we went to high school with. As Kelly went on a tangent about some girl I don't even remember from school that's now on her fourth baby daddy, I felt my phone vibrate under my thigh. I frowned and reached for it as she continued talking. An email notification flashed on my screen that I figured was a random student question, but I decided to check just to be sure. I opened it up to see 'Meeting with Y/N in fifteen minutes' as the title of a reminder. Fuck. How did I forget?
"And I'm just like I wouldn't even let these men touch me with a ten-foot pole but you let them into your-"
"Kelly, we're gonna have to pick this back up another time," I cut in.
Her words caught in her throat and she tilted her head to the side. "Everything alright?" She wondered.
I nodded with a smile. "Yeah, everything is fine. I just forgot I have something to do," I explained.
It wasn't a lie, I really did forget about this meeting. I just can't tell Kelly I have a meeting with a student because she knows my schedule like the back of my hand and will immediately find something amiss.
"Why are you being so weird all of a sudden?" Kelly inquired as she looked down at my hands, which I was unconsciously twiddling, a nervous tick she's picked up on since we were children.
I immediately tucked my hands under my thighs so it would stop.
"I'm not being weird," I argued. Bitch, you're being weird as fuck.
"Yeah, you are. You've never kicked me out before and I know you don't have anybody to be seeing this late in the evening, you always tell me about your booty calls," Kelly said with her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
I would hate to confirm that she's right, so I don't. But the fact that I'm hiding this from my best friend who doesn't realize how hot on my trail she truly is proves itself to be too much. As her eyes search mine, I bite the inside of my cheek. The heat of her gaze forces me to look away. Kelly lets out a loud gasp in realization.
She rises from the couch with an excited look. "Who is it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lie as I look to the carpeted floor with blood rushing to my cheeks.
"Girl, don't try to lie to me. I've been knowing you since you were ten!"
I finally conceded, it was time to accept that I've lost. "Fine, but I plead the fifth on who it is."
Kelly sat on the arm of the sofa, which was directly next to me, and gave me a sly smirk. "That's okay, but at least tell me...is he fine? Older?"
"She is very fine, and happens to be younger than me."
Kelly dramatically fell to the floor and squealed. I rolled my eyes in disdain, not seeing what the big deal was.
"I can't believe it!"
I stood up and walked briskly past Kelly who was still sprawled out on the floor like she was a guest on Maury who just received negative paternity results. I heard her scramble up behind me as I walked into the kitchen and made a beeline for the cabinet where I keep the glasses. Y/N will be here soon and I'm sure she'd love some lemonade. I went into the fridge for the pitcher, and when I closed the door, I almost jumped out of my skin to see Kelly standing there with a smile plastered on her face.
"You're really ditching me and our weekly Fireball Fridays that we've been doing since college for some coochie?"
"I guess so, Kelly," I said with a shrug as I picked up the two glasses in one hand and held the pitcher in the other. I walked toward my office, and of course, Kelly was hot on my heels.
"Wow. So me and cheap liquor mean nothing to you anymore? It's our tradition! Who is this cougar and what have you done with my Beyoncé?" She interrogated as I sat everything down on the desk.
I didn't bother answering because over the years I've learned that it's best to let Kelly have her delusions and only answer her when she learns to be rational again, which she is currently very far from.
"Wait...does he know?" She asked, causing me to stop dead in my tracks.
"Alright, that was your last question of the day. To answer it, no, he doesn't. And he has no rights to know what I do with my time. Now, she's going to be here in a few minutes which means you have to go."
I expected her to put up a fight, but she gave in almost immediately. I guess the answers I did provide her with were enough to hold her over until Fireball Friday next week.
"I'll walk you out, Kels," I assured.
We walked together to the foyer where Kelly slipped her heels back on and walked to the front door.
"You promise we're gonna do Fireball Friday next week?" She asked with a hopeful tone.
"Of course, I'm sorry for double-booking on accident this week. It won't happen again, I promise."
We smiled at each other and hugged. I stepped outside and watched Kelly trot down the front steps, get into her car, and pull off. I stood there until she disappeared up the street, just to make sure she actually left. I wouldn't put it past her to hide in one of my neighbors' bushes or park up the street on a stakeout just to see what Y/N looked like. Luckily, she chose peace, at least for today.
After I checked her location and was sure she was out of the neighborhood, I sprung into action. Y/N would be here any minute. I stopped in the bathroom and gave myself a look over in the mirror to smooth out my hair and clothes. I was still in my brunch ensemble since Kelly was waiting on my doorstep when I got home, so I never had time to change. Luckily, I think Y/N will like it.
Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I ran off to my office and arranged the glasses and lemonade pitcher in the center of the desk. I began wringing my hands again out of nervousness when my fingers landed on the warm metal band. I looked down at my left ring finger to see my diamond-encrusted wedding band. I quickly pulled it off and slipped it into the top drawer of the desk.
"Glad I noticed that," I mumbled as I closed the drawer.
My colleagues don't even know I'm married, let alone my students, and I intend to keep it that way. I never wear my ring to work, and oftentimes don't even wear it here either. It was only on today because I had just been subjected to my husband's parents at brunch. I didn't marry for love, I married for status. My parents saw our marriage as an economic venture, and being the oldest, I felt like I had to accept it. We don't even really live together, he treats this home we bought together like a rental, coming and going as he pleases. But, explaining that to outsiders, even some of my own close friends and family, would just be too much.
I was broken out of my thoughts by the ringing of the doorbell. I glanced at the clock on my wall to see that Y/N was a couple minutes early. Good, I like punctuality. I walked to the front door and opened it. I gave Y/N a quick once over as she stood on my front step with a friendly smile.
"Hey, Professor Knowles, it's nice to see you," she greeted me as I moved aside to let her in.
"Hi, Y/N, I'm glad you were able to make it. Thank you for being so flexible on the location."
A bewildered expression took over her face as she looked around my extravagantly decorated foyer, paying extra attention to the ornate, crystal-covered chandelier.
I came up behind her and whispered in her ear, "you like what you see?"
She quickly turned to look at me with a smile and nod, ultimately leaving her approval ambiguous. Does she like me, my foyer, or both? We stood mere inches from each other's faces.
"Professor Knowles...," Y/N began as her eyes flickered between my own and my lips.
I smiled internally. She wants to kiss me. Unfortunately for her, I had other things on my mind today, starting with her actually passing this next exam. We'd have time to continue our little affair once I'm confident that I've ingrained these concepts in her mind...mathematical concepts to be more specific.
"Well," I cut in and backed away, "my office is just around the corner, follow me."
Y/N trailed behind me as I led her through the foyer, into the living room, and down the hallway between there and the kitchen. I stole a glance at her and sure enough, her mouth was agape as she took in the space. I'm sure she's wondering how I was able to afford this place, even as a college professor, but since she didn't ask, I wouldn't have to come up with some lie to cover up that a second income was, and still is, necessary to keep this place.
I pushed open the glass french doors and led her inside of my personal haven in this house, especially convenient when my husband was around. I gestured for her to take a seat before I went around to the other side of the desk and sat down.
"I wasn't sure if you'd be thirsty or honestly if you even like lemonade but it's my personal favorite so I brought out some," I said and gestured to the half-filled pitcher.
She gave me a gracious smile. "Thanks, Professor Knowles, I'll definitely take some, especially since it's so hot outside."
As Y/N poured herself a glass, I turned on my computer monitor and logged into my class database.
"Did you see that a couple of days ago I decided to post the answer key to the last exam?" I inquired.
Y/N took a swig of lemonade before she nodded. She sat the glass on the table and leaned over to reach into her backpack. She pulled out her exam and flipped through it. I noticed that many of her pencil strokes and blank spaces below questions were now covered in blue ink, but it wasn't my doing.
"Did you cheat on me and go to another professor's office hours?" I jokingly asked. There was something underlying there, however, a warm ball of jealousy beginning to brew.
"No, Professor Knowles," Y/N said with a chuckle, "After your office hours appointment I just decided to attempt the problem style that we got through on my own, specifically higher power derivatives.
"I thought you zoned out during that explanation," I mused with a raised eyebrow.
She waved me off. "Nothing a little past class recording and youtube video couldn't fix. I actually got the steps down. The blue ink was just to distinguish my old work from my new attempt."
I leaned down closer and tilted my head to the side to see her paper better. Sure enough, the penmanship matched.
"Oh, I see."
"Yeah, no cheating on you over here. I'd never do such a thing, Professor Knowles," she said as if it was the most preposterous thing she'd ever heard, "and if you think that I would, you don't know how amazing I think you truly are."
When I looked back up at her, I saw she had an amused glint in her eye. She must've sensed my impending jealousy somehow. The notion of that was more embarrassing than I'd like to admit. I adjusted myself in my chair, deciding on how I would change the subject.
"Well, I'm proud of you for taking the initiative to practice those topics so how about we move on to the other two topics left from that exam. Considering what you tackled on your own, I'm sure you'll find it easier."
Y/N and I wasted no time migrating towards the whiteboard on my wall. I took her exam in hand and wrote down the first two problems that I wanted to discuss. Y/N and I tackled them together, but I couldn't help but feel like she was much less enthusiastic about learning than she had been in my office hours just days earlier.
Your POV
After we got through the second problem, I expected Professor Knowles to reach for the eraser so that we could put the next two problems up on the board. Instead, I felt nothing but her searing gaze on the left side of my face. I slowly looked away from the jumble of letters, numbers, and symbols on the board to face her.
"You're staring, Professor Knowles."
She let a breathy laugh out of her nose and crossed her arms. She's giving me that systematic look again, taking me apart and breaking me down into readily tangible segments like these complex equations.
"You're not yourself," she finally said, "You just seem...detached. I know you're always detached in my class and that's how we got here in the first place but this is something different."
I sighed and nodded. I had tried my best to mask it but clearly that was fruitless with her. I walked back over to my seat at her desk and plopped down.
"I'm just tired. It's the end of the week, I stayed up super late last night learning all of this derivative stuff so that I could show you that I'm serious about learning this stuff, but now looking at all this math is draining me. But you set aside your personal time to teach me so I really wanted to show up and not disappoint you."
She nodded in understanding. I could see her gears turning as her hazel eyes darted around the room and her face twisted up into the smallest notion of a frown. Her eyes lit up with an idea.
"Well, it would be against my better advice to cancel today's session because the next exam is quickly approaching and I want you to be prepared. So, why don't we make this fun?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Math? Fun? Together? No such thing."
Professor Knowles playfully hit my shoulder and argued, "Math can be fun! Math is fun, that's why I study it for a living!"
"Yeah, to you, but you're a rare case. I think I've only met one student who decided to major in math and I'm pretty sure I ran in the other direction. But, what do you suggest we do to make this 'fun'?"
Professor Knowles took a step toward me with a seductive smirk on her face.
"How about we turn this into a little game," she suggested.
"I'm listening," I said with a smile.
She strode toward me with a light switch in her hips. Unexpectedly, she lowered herself into my lap, allowing me to take in her intoxicating scent from a much closer place.
"Good, I like good listeners," she purred and ran her thumb over the upper crest of my top lip, "How about if you answer a question right with my help, I reward you with a kiss, and if you get it right on your own, I take off one piece of clothing."
My hands snaked my way down to the exaggerated dip in her back. I wanted to feel her soft skin so badly, which made me want to play the game even more. I imagined seeing each part of her in segments as she stripped for me. The order of removal all left up to my discretion. My fingers traced down the remainder of her spine and stopped just above where she expected them to comfortably land.
"Wait, what happens if I get it wrong?" I inquired.
Her eyes widened, I could tell she hadn't thought that far into her proposal. She looked around the room before sliding out of my lap. She disappeared behind my back for a few moments, rustled around, and came back with a bottle in her hand which she sat on the desk. She slid a souvenir shot glass from some vacation over to the bottle.
"Half a shot of fireball," she announced.
"The college student's worst nightmare," I joked, "But you have yourself a deal."
"I want this to be completely fair so I'm not going to pull questions from the exam," she explained.
She went over to her computer and typed and scrolled for a few minutes before landing on what she was looking for. She walked back up to the board and wrote the first question on the board. She turned to me with a mischievous grin and held out the dry erase marker.
I took it from her, and she took my seat as I went up to the board to solve the problem. I got about halfway through before I was stumped with what my next steps should be.
"Can I get some help, Professor Knowles?" I inquired.
"Of course," she answered and came to my aid.
As she directed me through the rest of the steps, I pressed my front into her back, practically feeling every muscle in her body become tight with yearning. I ran my hands up and down her stomach as I looked at the board in thought.
"What's the answer, Y/N?" She asked.
I gave her my best guess, half-expecting it to be incorrect since my brain had been everywhere but the problem ever since she came to my rescue.
"That's correct," she beamed and turned to face me.
"I believe that means you owe me a kiss," I said as I tapped my chin, pretending to be thinking over the rules of the game.
Professor Knowles rolled her eyes at me and grabbed my chin. She pulled me in for a quick kiss and though she thought she was going to get away with a peck, I wasn't letting that happen. I quickly threw my arms around her waist and held her against me.
When our lips connected, she let out a sigh through her nose that tickled my cheeks. Her hands reached up to cup my face as she slowly tilted her head to attack my lips from a new angle. She took my bottom lip into her mouth and lightly bit down on it with her teeth before slowly releasing it. Once we came up for air, I tipped my head until her forehead was on mine.
"Next question," she said barely above a whisper.
We pulled apart and she walked back over to her computer to pick her next question. She went up to the board again and wrote it down. By now, I was adamant about tearing a hole into this sexual tension between us, so I decided I was going to try to solve this problem on my own.
I moved through the question smoothly, talking myself through the steps and methods that Professor Knowles had taught me over these last two sessions. I finally reached a solution and circled it. I took a step back and allowed Professor Knowles to look it over. She looked at her computer screen and back at the board before nodding.
"That's correct," she revealed, "I guess I have to hold up my end of the bargain. What do you want to come off first?"
I analyzed her full outfit. She was wearing a tight off-the-shoulder shirt, its cream color complimented her skin perfectly, and its length was just short enough to expose a strip of skin just above the waistband of her matching skirt. The skirt itself was shorter than the pencil skirts she usually wore to work, it stopped mid-thigh, allowing me to see the greater portion of her smooth legs. The complete ensemble was paired with strappy, white high-heeled sandals, and a smattering of gold jewelry.
"I want that shirt off," I decided.
"As you wish," she teased. She slipped the shirt over her head and sat it on the desk.
I was pleased to see that she was wearing nothing beneath it. Her delicate gold necklace stopped just above her cleavage, and my eyes traveled further to see that her nipples were slowly hardening under the cool air.
"You ready for the next question?" She asked with a smile, tuning into the fact that I wanted to eat her alive.
She didn't wait for my answer as she leaned down on her desk so that her chest was on full display while she searched her computer.
"Oh," she suggestively said, "this is a good one."
"You're teasing me, Professor Knowles."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she argued, trying to play coy.
She walked back up to the board and wrote the third question. I jumped at the chance to answer it. It was actually easier than expected, but I couldn't tell if she had purposely chosen a less challenging question to move this game along or if I was genuinely getting better at these. Either way, I moved through the equation at record speed.
"And...done," I announced.
Professor Knowles hummed as she came up behind me to see my final answer.
"Right...but wrong. How unfortunate," she said with a shake of her head, feigning sadness.
"What do you mean? How can it be two things at once?" I questioned.
"You're forgetting something," Beyoncé said as she looked over my work.
I tried to retrace my steps, asking her at each step if it was where I messed up. Each time, she shook her head with a smile that said that she knew something that I didn't.
"I don't know what it could be," I finally conceded.
She pretended to pout sadly. "Are you giving up?"
I let out a sigh as I gave my work one last look over and said, "Yes, you win. What did I do wrong?"
She clapped excitedly as she grabbed the bottle of Fireball and poured it into the shot glass. She approached me with the little glass in her hand and pointed to my circled answer.
"Your answer is right but, the way you wrote it is wrong. What does the original equation start with?"
"Um, 'x' to the power of five?"
She shook her head. "Not the actual equation, I'm talking about what comes before that."
I looked back at the initial question to see that "f(x)' came before the actual equation. It came before every equation so I don't even pay attention to it now. I told her my answer and she nodded.
"Right, f(x), and what did you write with your solution?"
"The same thing?"
"Yes, and you were supposed to be finding the derivative so what should you have written?"
That's when it hit me. "Oh my- it's a derivative- so it should've been 'f'(x)', right?"
She smiled and nodded, "there you go."
I was so frustrated with myself. How did I manage to miss such a small thing? Literally a single stroke of the marker. I'm blaming it on being flustered by my professor who had previously been standing in front of me with her arms crossed, pushing her exposed chest up further for me to see.
"Drink up," she said in a singsong voice as she held the shot glass out to me.
I looked at the amber-colored liquor and back at her. "You said half of a shot, that shit is filled to the brim. I know I don't know much about math but I do know how to do visual fractions. I was great at them in elementary school."
Professor Knowles rolled her eyes. "Half for you and half for me. I'll go first."
"Be my guest," I responded. I was never going to jump at the opportunity to drink Fireball, the smell on its own sent me reeling back to many regretful college parties.
I watched as Beyoncé raised the glass to her lips without a second thought and took down half of the liquor. As she swallowed, I didn't even see her flinch.
"Experience?" I inquired.
"Oh yeah. Not just in college though, my best friend still really loves cheap liquor. We do this thing called Fireball Fridays where this is all we drink for the whole evening. Puts me right on my ass every single time," she said with a giggle. "Your turn."
She passed the remainder of the shot to me with a smile. I had already accepted my fate and took it to the head. The taste of red hot cinnamon candy and whiskey mingled at the back of my throat as I swallowed. Unlike Professor Knowles, I had to cringe as it burned my throat on its way down. I don't know how many shots of this I can take before I won't even be able to answer anymore questions, so I'll have to be more thorough in checking my work from now on.
Professor Knowles and I continued the game. With a bit more attention to detail, the outcome of most of the problems came in the form of kisses and watching my professor discard her clothing. By the end of it, I was buzzed and Professor Knowles had been taken out of her entire outfit and was now in the process of slipping off her shoes.
"I guess you win," she announced.
"I wasn't aware we were competing, Ms. Knowles," I said as I took in her stark nudity for the first time.
"We weren't, but I figured this would either end with you being tipsy or me completely naked and the latter has happened."
"Well, what's my consolation prize?" I asked.
"Me. All of me." All of the older woman with no interruptions?
Without hesitation, I had her bent over her desk, sending papers and pens flying to the floor. She arched her back more and thrusted her hips back onto me. She let out a mixture of a moan and laugh at her own actions.
"You're so nasty," I commented as I looked at her splayed out figure beneath me.
"Only for you, Y/N."
I rubbed my hands up and down her back, stopping to trace the various moles that dotted it. She thrusted back into me again, obviously wanting me to stop teasing her. I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled, bringing her back to a standing position. My arms wrapped around to the front of her body and cupped her breasts. I ran my thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a moan.
She wrapped one of her warm hands around my wrist and guided it between her legs. It slipped around in the wetness coating her thighs until it found its way to where she needed me most. As I ran a finger lightly over her clit she bucked her hips into my hand. I rubbed against her more roughly causing her to groan and lean forward. My stroking motion was relentless and after a few minutes her thighs were quaking and her breathing had considerably picked up.
"Wait, baby, I'm close," Professor Knowles warned as she grabbed my hand, "I don't wanna cum yet!"
I stopped my motion and pulled away. Professor Knowles stood back up and went around her desk and opened a drawer. I watched with bated curiosity as she rifled through it and pulled out a vibrating toy.
I raised an eyebrow when she came back toward me and suggestively took it into her mouth while looking up at me through her eyelashes. She is an absolute demon. She maintained her eye contact as she pushed herself up onto the desk. She removed the toy from her mouth, ran it across her slit teasingly, and pushed it into herself. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath as she pumped it in and out.
I grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the desk as she continued to pleasure herself. I leaned down and pulled her into a passion filled kiss that was broken periodically by her gasps and moans.
"Y/N," she purred as she looked me in the eyes.
I kept my eyes on her as I reached between us and slowly took over the toy. Her newly freed hand found its way underneath my shirt. She scratched down my back and cursed as I pushed the toy into her to the hilt.
"F-fuck that's my sp-pot," she panted out and began rocking her hips against my hand to apply pressure to her bundle of nerves.
Her response encouraged me to increase my strokes until her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her entire body shook under me. She yanked her hand out from under my shirt and moved it to my wrist which she squeezed.
"I know you can take it, Professor Knowles," I teased as I pumped it in and out of her faster.
She attempted to form words but only came up with grunts and gasps. I angled the toy up to hit her spot directly and didn't pull it out. I was amused to watch her squirm under me as her breathing picked up more. Moments later, her hand around my wrist went limp and her back arched up off of the glossy desk. I was convinced she was going to start levitating.
"Fuck, I'm c-umm-Y/N!" She yelled as her walls fluttered and clamped against the toy.
I helped her ride out her orgasm, whispering sweet nothings in her ear until her screams and moans became whimpers. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, which was now covered in a light sheen. I leaned away and turned the toy off. As I pulled it out, Beyoncé jolted and moaned. She propped herself up on her elbows to see me as I leaned down and flattened my tongue against her slit.
"Y/N," she jumped, "I'm sensitive."
I moaned against her and continued to eat her despite her pleads. After I got my fill, I pulled away with a smile. "I was just cleaning you up, I have manners, you know," I joked.
When I came back up, she took the toy from me and put it back into her mouth to suck off the rest of her juices. Once she was done, she sat it down on the desk next to her thigh with a glint in her eye.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I wondered nervously.
"Your turn."
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"So, remember the topics I told you to go over. I'm going to email you some practice sheets, and we'll go over the answers at our next meeting. It's hard to believe the exam is coming up so fast but it is," Professor Knowles said as we walked out of her office fully dressed.
I adjusted my grasp on my backpack strap that was over my shoulder and replied, "Yeah, I'm honestly a little nervous."
"Hey," she stopped me and took my hands into hers, "You have made so much progress, Y/N, in our meetings and on your own time. I am so proud of you and I have no doubt that you are going to pass this exam."
I looked away from her piercing eyes and tried to hide my smile. I don't know why, because if I had learned anything up to this point, it's that this woman can see directly through me.
"Thank you, Professor Knowles. That means a lot."
"Of course, Y/N. Have a good weekend," she said as we continued our walk.
"You too. I'll see you at office hours again next week."
"Can't wait," she beamed as we reached the front door. She pulled me into a soft kiss that left me wanting more, and I'd be getting it next week.
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