Professor

She’s quiet, chewing on her bottom lip as that flush creeps over her cheeks and her big wide eyes locked on mine.

“Look, I’m, uh-” I cough suddenly realizing my hand is still on her arm and dropping it as I clear my throat. “Look, I’m sorry if I was inappropriate. Your sunglasses, and the hat-”

“It’s okay, Professor Martin.”

Fuck.

There’s something so innocent about the way she says it, something off-limits and wrong about the way it almost sounds like she’s acquiescing to me that gets my cock rock hard in my jeans.

“Well, listen, I really didn’t recognize you, although I have no fucking idea how...