𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭 𝟓

You would think it was my birthday with the way I had been smiling from the previous night. I couldn't believe that I had my Professor in between my legs last night. Not only that, she gave me so much aftercare and love. As the sun was shining through my window, I rolled over to a beautiful site. Kamala was laid out next to me with her arms still resting on my waist, sleeping like a baby. It all still felt unreal and I have to admit, I didn't wanna get up from the bed and disrupt her sleep. Her hair was sprawled out onto her face as she slept in one of my oversized tees with just her underwear.

I tucked her hair slightly as I tried to slowly get out of bed. I hadn't gotten far when I felt Kamala's grip tighten on my waist. I turned around to see her eyes fluttering open. Those big beautiful brown eyes of hers. As she caught site of me, a smile started to spread across her face leaving me with those butterflies in my stomach.

"Good morning, Allura." She said, her tone soft and gentle.

"Good morning, Kamala. How'd you sleep?"

Leaning up on her elbows, she let out a yawn as she adjusted on the bed. "I slept really well knowing you were next to me. You kept me warm all night."

I threw my hand over my mouth, blushing like a teenage girl."Aww, you're so sweet. But If I'm being honest with you, I don't want you to leave."

She sat up pulling me in as she placed her lips on mine. The kiss felt so gentle and reassuring. I felt like the luckiest person on the planet in that moment. My fine ass Professor wanted me out of all people.

She pulled back slightly resting her forehead on mine.

"Allura, do you know why I chose you?"

I looked up slightly as our eyes met. That was a question I had been asking myself. I mean, I already know I look good but seeing it from her perspective would be so much better.

"I don't know why you chose me, but why did you pick me out of so many students?"

She took a deep breath in and out before she spoke.

"It's not just because you're my student, it's because I see a smart, brilliant, beautiful black woman. I'm always rooting for you even when I'm being tough on you and that's simply because I want you to have a bright future, Allura. I'm not going anywhere, especially not now."

A smirk was tugging at my lips and I wasn't even trying to hide it." So in other words, it was because I was fine shit, huh?"

She furrowed her brow as she began laughing. Clearly not up to date on things.

"What does that even mean?" Her laugh was now louder as she clutched her belly.

"Okay, so let me get you caught up. Fine shit just means exactly what it sounds like. It means attractive to sum it all up."

She put her fingers under her chin with a faint smile. She did this when she was really engaged and paying attention. It was the cutest thing ever.

"Uh huh, I see." She stood up from the bed giving me a 360 spin. "So, would I be considered 'fine shit' sweet pea?"

Before I knew it I had fell back on the bed laughing my ass off. It was so much funnier coming from her and she was so damn serious about it too. My laugh had reached hers and we both fell onto the bed giving small nudges.

"What? I thought I used it right."

I started wiping my tears as I sat up in the bed." You did use it right, but the way you said had me falling out. But yes, Kamala. You are indeed fine shit."

She threw her hair behind her shoulder with that over confidence."I know I am but I just wanted to hear you say it."

"I'll say it all day if I have to."

As we kissed again, Kamala's phone dinged. She reached over to check the notification. Me being the nosy and protective girl that I am, checked it with her. Across the screen, was an email from a name I couldn't make out at first. The closer I got the more I could see. I rolled my eyes at the name as I stood up from the bed.

Kamala's eyes followed my movements as a smile began to show on her face. My facial expression had became serious as I looked at her through the mirror. She put her phone back on the dresser, not taking her eyes off me.

"Okay, before you get upset, this is something that she sends me every weekend."

I don't care if we were only two days in, I was not about to play when it came down to Kamala. I already didn't like Professor Stanley and I'm sure Kamala knew that, but I'm the type to not really voice my opinion because I hate confrontation. Instead of arguing I shrugged it off.

"I'm not upset." I said, my tone calm.

She stood up walking towards me with ease.

"You are upset, sweet pea. I've been your Professor long enough to know that. But you don't have anything to worry about. She's just my friend."

I started to ease some of the tension in my body but even the word friend made me want to gag. She doesn't fully see it yet, but I'm possessive and it's no shame in my game. As long as Professor Stanley doesn't try anything, we'll be just fine.

I nodded trying to turn away but she was pretty damn strong for a woman.

"She is just my friend, okay?"

I nodded again giving a fake smile but she caught it of course.

"No, open your mouth and use your words, dear."

Why did that just turn me on? Is there something wrong with me? Damn it.

"Okay, I understand."

She smiled as she placed a kiss to my forehead." Okay good, now let's head into town and have some fun."

Before I could say anything, she was already at my closet pushing clothes aside.

"What are you doing? And what if someone sees us together?"

She stopped for a second, turning back to me with that sarcastic smile." First off, I'm picking your outfit today because I don't want you showing any skin. That's for my eyes only. And secondly, so what if someone sees us? There's no crime in that."

We stared at each other for a moment letting the silence speak for itself.

"Exactly, now let's see what I can pick out for you."

That wraps up this chapter. Not Lura being possessive on day 2 of them talking 🙂‍↔️ Btw they've been around each other for 2 years considering Kamala is her teacher. OH and someone is coming into town very soon 😏 yall might hate me or love me for it