My College Professor And I Crossed A Line Neither Of Us Expected
So, I was in my third year of college when we had a psychology class. She was the professor teaching us — a middle-aged woman in her mid-40s, mature, elegant, beautiful, and very sweet in the way she spoke. On the other hand, I was the loud, typical backbencher who used to throw cheesy flirtatious lines at her in a playful way, like many students do. She would usually smile and then lightly punish or scold me the way teachers often do.
One day during mid-semester, I was passing by her cabin and noticed she looked tense and emotional, which was unusual because I had never seen her like that before. I stopped and knocked on the door to ask if everything was alright. She replied in a stiff tone that she was fine, so I left, though something still felt off to me.
That evening, after playing basketball, I went for a walk near our academic building. I noticed the lights in her cabin were still on, so I thought I would greet her casually. But when I went near the cabin, I saw her crying. She looked vulnerable and emotional, and I was honestly shocked because I had never seen her that way. I knocked and asked if I could come in. She said yes.
I asked her if everything was alright, and she said she was just missing her daughter who was staying in a hostel. Even then, it felt like she was hiding something. I asked if she was still working, and she jokingly asked me to help her finish some assignments. I happily agreed. After around half an hour, we finished everything and she got ready to leave.
I jokingly told her that since I helped so much, she should at least give me a party. She asked if I wanted dinner instead. I casually replied, “Only if you make it,” thinking she would obviously refuse because she was married and had a family. Surprisingly, she agreed, but then pointed out that I was still in shorts and a T-shirt and said, “Not like this.” I told her I would go change and that she should freshen up too.
She dropped me near my hostel gate and left. Honestly, I thought she would never come back, but around 45 minutes later she called and asked if I was ready for dinner. When I came outside, she had changed into a beautiful saree with light makeup. I complimented her, saying she looked stunning, and she smiled shyly.
We went to a restaurant, had dinner, and talked about random things for hours. Later, we drove to get ice cream. On the way, I joked about smoking a joint before ice cream because it tastes better that way. At first, she was nervous and hesitant because she had never tried it before, but eventually she agreed. We sat together, smoked, ate ice cream, and just talked openly.
Eventually, I asked why she had really been crying earlier. That’s when she opened up and told me her husband had been cheating on her and was emotionally abusive, and she had only recently found out. She started crying again, and I comforted her. She hugged me and kissed my forehead.
Later, while we were sitting near some fountains, I kept reassuring her that she was beautiful and deserved better. Suddenly, she kissed me. I was shocked at first, but then I kissed her back. After that, I dropped her home, and before leaving she hugged and kissed me again.
The next day, we got closer emotionally and physically, and over time our relationship developed further. Despite everything, she eventually became one of my closest friends and mentors. Even today, we still stay in touch, and she remains an important person in my life.