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“Good,” he replies, grabbing my arm and pulling me into another kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” I reply as I head toward the door.

Once I leave the classroom, I’m overcome with a wave of anticipation. I know we won’t be doing much talking tomorrow. There’s a whole new world of pleasure waiting for me in his office. I can’t wait.

Chapter 5

Cooper

I give Emily time to get to her next class before I follow her. I hadn’t counted on her spotting me earlier today, but she wasn’t suspicious. If she sees me again, I think she’ll realize something’s up. She’s a smart girl, and I don’t want to freak her out.

When I get to the lecture hall of her next class, I realize there isn’t a way to watch her from outside the room. I consider going inside and sliding into the back row, but her professor is already talking. If I interrupt the lecture, she’ll see me and know that I’m on her trail.

Instead, I lean on the wall outside and listen in. For the most part, the professor drones on and on, not bothering to ask the students for their input. When he eventually pauses for comments, I hear Emily’s voice. I can’t make out every word she says, but I can tell she’s giving an intelligent reply to the subject matter.

When I can tell the professor is wrapping up, I leave the building and make my way to where Emily’s last class of the day takes place. Then, I hide away in the classroom next door until it begins. Silently, I step into the hallway and peek into the open door.

Her back is to me, and she’s leaning over to speak to the student next to her. After a few seconds of observation, I realize their professor, who’s sitting at the desk at the head of the classroom and flipping through a stack of papers, has assigned them some kind of group work. Everyone in the room is fully immersed in their discussions. It’s unlikely that anyone will notice my presence.

Emily’s so effortlessly gorgeous. I can’t take my eyes off of the delicate silhouette of her side profile. Her cheeks are full, plump with youth. I want to pepper them with kisses and watch them go pink. From this angle, the catlike quality of her features is even more pronounced.

She’s giving her partner, a boy who looks to be about her age, her undivided attention. Even though I know it’s for the assignment, that she has no interest in this guy, a jolt of jealousy courses through me. It takes all of my self-control to keep from marching in there and pulling her away from him. She’s mine, and I’ll be damned if anyone else thinks they have a chance with her.

I’m starting to get hard again, despite how recently I was inside her. Watching her without her knowledge is thrilling. The jealousy I’m feeling just adds to my desire for her. It only takes a few more minutes of observation before I’m fully erect. There’s no way I can keep standing here like this. If someone sees me, sees the obvious bulge in my pants, I’m sure to lose my chance at tenure, if not my job. So, reluctantly, I shuffle down the hall to the bathroom.

Once I’m alone, I take my aching cock out of my pants, wrapping my hand around it with a bruising grip. My eyes close, and I swallow down a groan. I imagine that Emily’s here and that her hand is mine.

Precum leaks from the head of my dick at the thought of Emily doing this. I doubt her hand would be as sure as mine. She would probably be afraid of hurting me. Her touch would be gentle, experimental and exploratory.

I fantasize about encouraging her, coaching her through this. I’d tell her to rub her thumb over the tip and use the fluid there as lube. Then, I’d ask her to use her free hand to fondle my balls, and she’d obey, ready and eager to learn.

A shudder runs through my body. I’d love it if she were here, learning how to pleasure a man with my anatomy. I imagine praising her, telling her what a good job she’s doing. My encouragement would egg her on, and she’d become more confident as time went on. Eventually, she wouldn’t need my coaching, and she’d take over, trying new things to see what kind of reaction her motions elicit.

I fuck my fist with reckless abandon. My need for Emily is all-consuming. I’ve had just a taste of her, and now all I want is more. I need her hand, her mouth, her pussy – everything.

My climax builds steadily, embarrassingly quickly considering I came only a few hours ago. Emily just has that effect on me. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met before. She’s attractive – a round peach of an ass, shapely breasts, and fiery hair that would look perfect wrapped around my fist.

But it’s her brain that really drives me insane. Her intellect is nothing short of irresistible. The way she takes her education so seriously is so alluring, and her curiosity surely extends to sexual encounters. The quickness and creativity that I love so much would surely be mind-blowing in the bedroom.

I reach down to cup my balls with my free hand, acting out what I’ve already imagined. The added stimulation pushes me ever closer to the edge. I’m completely gone on Emily.

It doesn’t matter that she’s my student. It doesn’t matter that my department head is already breathing down my neck. Right now, I don’t care about losing my job. She’s worth the risk.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, my soft voice echoing off the walls of the empty bathroom.

My climax overtakes me, the muscles in my abdomen twitching as I spill onto the floor. As I continue stroking myself, my breath comes out ragged. I can’t believe the intensity of this. The combination of Emily and my stalking is creating reactions that I just can’t explain.

I ride the high of my pleasure longer than normal. It rages through my body as I imagine Emily’s hand is the one on my cock. Eventually, the waves start to crest. In the afterglow, I tuck myself away. Then I grab a paper towel from the dispenser and clean up my mess.

When I finish my task, I’m still riding an incredible high. My breathing hasn’t evened out, and I’m still in my post-orgasm haze. It takes ten more minutes before I feel like I can show my face again. By this time, Emily’s class is probably over.

Taking a deep breath, I let myself out of the bathroom, almost colliding with the object of my desires when I do.

Emily stares up at me, eyes wide. I can see the cogs in her head working overtime as she tries to make sense of my presence. Me being here is incriminating. I need an excuse – there’s no normal way to explain everything I’ve been doing – but I’m so taken off guard that my mind is blank.

“What are you doing here?” she asks after a beat, tilting her head as her eyes scan my face for an answer she won’t like. “I didn’t think you had classes in this building.”

“I don’t,” I say, running a hand through my hair. “I was stopping by to see Dr. Lindsey.”

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