Chapter 2:

Tension Builds

The next morning I woke up still thinking about Professor Crowe, my pussy a little sore from how hard I’d fingered myself the night before. I typed out a quick email before class. “Professor, loved the lecture. Attached my latest notes on taboo desires. Would love your thoughts.” I hit send and picked out a shorter skirt than usual, tight top that showed a hint of cleavage. No way was I ignoring this pull.

Class started and I sat front row again, legs crossed so my skirt rode high. He walked in, that silver hair perfectly styled, deep voice kicking off on passion in literature. Halfway...