**Chapter 2: Chapter Two**

Thursday came too slowly and too quickly at the same time.

I spent the entire week in a fog of constant arousal and anxiety. Every lecture I attended with Professor Hawthorne felt like foreplay. The way his voice wrapped around words like “submission” and “surrender” while discussing *Tess of the d’Urbervilles* made my thighs clench under the desk. I kept replaying the moment I swallowed his cum under his desk — the thick, salty taste, the way his hand had tightened in my hair, the calm way he answered the phone while I was still licking him clean.

By Thursday afternoon, my panties were damp before...