The Professors' Playground

I still can't believe I let them do that. It was the end of our second year orientation week and my law school's faculty had set up an informal meet-and-greet event for students to get to know their professors outside of class. I was always a bit starstruck around authority figures, but something about those particular professors... Their sharp minds, their commanding presence, it just got to me. That night, after mingling with the faculty and having drinks at the school's bar, one of them, a tall, distinguished older gentleman, approached me. He was married, I knew that, but there was something about his eyes as he looked down at me... It felt like they saw right through to my little girl fantasies. I ended up in his office with another professor, a younger woman who seemed just as intrigued by the dynamics of our age difference and my willingness to play along. They made me sit on his desk, legs spread wide for him to admire and touch as he pleased. The younger professor watched from across the room at first, her eyes gleaming with amusement before she joined in, helping him guide me through some role-play scenarios that left me breathless and trembling, wanting more yet terrified of crossing a line. It was exhilarating, but also terrifying, this was my future mentor! I shouldn't have been there in the first place. But once it started... It was impossible to stop. We agreed it would never happen again, but that night still haunts me. What if they remember? What if someone finds out? I'm 18+, and it's all just one of those secrets you keep.