Page 93 of Forbidden Professor

Eve

When I wake up,Carter is still sleeping. I sneak out of bed and dress quickly. This morning, I’m on a mission. I sneak out of the house and head to campus, my heart racing with fear, despite my determination.

Outside of the financial aid office, I pause to catch my breath. My paperwork for my campus job is here, ready to be picked up. This is my first real step toward independence. I can’t help but beam as I ask the secretary for my work packet.

Rifling through the packet, I find a note from Clarissa.

Eve, I think this is the perfect job for you. Good luck!

How lucky am I to have someone like Clarissa on my side? The prospect of finally being free from my father’s tyranny feels amazing. But even better is that I will work in an actual lab. I’m blessed.

I get coffee from a coffee cart on campus, a skip in my step. Throwing my normal caution to the wind, I get a mocha latte with extra whipped cream on top. No one is monitoring my diet anymore. And there will be no one checking if I’ve exercised enough to make every last calorie disappear, either.

That in itself is a truly joyous occasion. I raise my hands in the air and add a little shimmy as I walk. That’s my idea of a victory dance.

As I walk and sip my mocha, my mind turns back to Carter. We’d spent the whole night making love and hadn’t stopped to talk much before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

I was quickly growing to love sleeping next to Carter.

I’d never felt so loved, so safe, so happy.

As I cross the little footbridge that leads back onto campus an hour later, I pull my phone from my pocket and send him a quick text.

I can still feel your hands on me.

I shove my phone back in my pocket and try to get my head right. I need to put my poker face on, so to speak. Being in Carter’s class now was going to be extra hard. Now that I know what it feels like when his cock is sliding into my pussy. Now that I know what it feels like when his tongue is fluttering against my clit.

Now that I know how sexy he looks when he sleeps, naked in my bed under the moonlight…

Yeah, it’s going to be really fucking hard being there. Let alone keeping a straight face.

I practice on Vi when I arrive. She’s sitting outside the door with everyone else, waiting for Carter to unlock the classroom.

“Hey,” I say, sinking down onto the floor next to her.

“What’s up?” She asks. “You’ve been quiet the last few days. What have you been doing?”

“Oh, nothing,” I lie, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. I hate that that happens to me. Every single time. It’s always been a dead giveaway that my emotions were flaring.

Vi notices right away. She squints. Cocks her head to the side. Studies me intently.

“You got laid.”

Her announcement is not only blunt, it’s terribly loud. Several other students turn our way and stare curiously.

“Shhh!” I protest, hitting her arm. “God! What is wrong with you?”

“Well, you did, right?”

“Oh, my god. You’re crazy.” I use all my strength to keep my face expressionless.

“That’s not a denial.”

She waits a beat for me to confess, but I keep quiet.

“So, who was it? Did you get fucked properly? God, I hope so. Not some halfway asshole who’s afraid of pussy, right?”

“Vi!”

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