Chapter 1: Introduction
Eliza sat on the window seat in my office and stroke her slick pussy, spent and panting. She had just finished another session of imagining me, taking her in every way possible, and moaning just loud enough that maybe I would hear. Unfortunately, I was still teaching my class that evening; "Probably for the best," Eliza thought.
She knew she couldn't control herself if we were alone. She glanced around, saw no one, and drew her hand back to her warm center. She traced her nipples through her shirt, teasing them into pebbles.
She could almost feel my mouth on them, teasing and nipping just as she liked it. Eliza started to grind her hips against her hand, imagining it was me filling her up.
Zoe walked in and caught Eliza in the act, her eyes wide as she saw Eliza moaning, unable to hide her pleasure. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Zoe exclaimed, quickly turning to leave.
"No, no, don't go," Eliza said, her breath still heavy. "I was just, um, thinking about our plan."
"We can't just burst into his office while he's teaching, you know," Zoe said, leaning against the door. "We need to be smart about this."
"Right, right," Eliza agreed, catching her breath. "We'll wait until the festival on Saturday.
It's the perfect opportunity to catch him off guard," Eliza suggested, her hands still resting on her flushed cheeks.
"I can't wait," Zoe sighed. And then, eyeing up Eliza, "I guess you couldn't either, huh?"
Zoe snickered softly, watching as Eliza slid her fingers out of her slick pussy with a lewd sucking sound.
Without missing a beat, Eliza retorted, "Like you're one to talk. You've had enough fantasies about Professor Duncan to power your own porno collection."
Zoe blushed, unable to deny the truth in Eliza's words. She toyed with the drawer's handle, her heart pounding as she considered the idea that her friends were actually encouraging her when she said, "Alright, that's enough."
Amanda sits in my classroom, leaning over her desk, her eyes fixed on mine as I teach.
Her cleavage is prominent, but she seems to be disappointed that I haven't taken the bait. I'm too engrossed in teaching my favorite subject to take notice. Amanda huffs and crosses her arms, which only pushes her breasts together even more. She bites her lower lip, as if trying to contain her frustration.
Amanda pulls down her bra and shirt together, barely exposing a pink, tightened nipple in the shadow of her shirt. She smiles as me, and I smile back, but keep teaching.
I've never taken advantage of my position of power, even if my student is almost begging for me to take notice.
Amanda sighs and tries to focus on my lecture. I talk about themes of romantic love in 18th Century literature, but Amanda hardly listens. She keeps imagining how her professor would look like in a bathrobe or how he would undress.
She watches my hands as I write on the chalkboard.