Page 23 of Where We Met

Hearing her say those words to me, looking a mix between shy and daring—it was too much.

It was nice hearing from her tonight, but I was surprised by her boldness. I was already lying on the couch thinking of her, as I often do these days, and it felt good to know she was doing the same. Well, not good, because that would be inappropriate, but…

Oh, fuck it, we’re so far past inappropriate now.

Which makes me think that maybe we can do it again. Just that, the talking on the phone. If I know from the beginning that we're going to talk, just talk, I might be able to keep it in safe territory.

For now, if I can just give my body a little glimpse of what it wants—a fantasy of the woman I've been craving for weeks.

My head falls forward, letting the warm water hit the back of my neck. With one hand on the wall holding the weight of my body, I close my eyes and let instinct take over.

Savannah’s sitting in the front row of my class. It's summertime, and she's in a tight pink dress. She isn't wearing a bra, the air conditioning is running full-blast, and her nipples are poking through the thin material, teasing me.

My hand wraps tightly around my dick and begins to pump up and down, slowly at first. My body wants the release, but my brain wants to draw out the fantasy.

I keep talking to the class, explaining what their next assignment is going to be, but Savannah knows my eyes are on her. She leans back in her chair. At first, I'm deflated, thinking she's going to start taking notes, that she isn't in on this little game that I thought we were playing.

Then she opens her legs a little farther. She brings her pencil to her mouth and starts dragging it slowly around her lips.

I try to lean a bit to my right to catch a glimpse of her panties. Dammit! I can't see from this angle.

My hand is starting to pump harder as the anticipation grows.

Fuck, I want to see her panties. What color are they? Just the thought has pre-cum leaking out of my tip. Dammit, Savannah. Open those sexy little legs, I need to see.

Instead of waiting any longer, I move to the end of my desk with my pen in hand. I open my fingers just enough for the pen to drop to the floor.

I slowly squat down and extend my arm out for the pen. As I look up to her seat in the front row, I'm greeted with a bare pink pussy under her dress. She isn't wearing any underwear, and she wants me to know it. Her sultry smile confirms that. I feel saliva pool in my mouth at the sight. She's glistening down there, wet from the enjoyment of being naughty and showing her professor her beautiful cunt.

I stand up quickly and shout, "Class dismissed!"

I don't care if it's early, I need everybody out immediately. The students file out without even questioning me, but my little princess is sitting there in her seat, waiting patiently.

Once the room is empty, I walk back to my desk.

"Miss Davis, a word?" I growl.

She stands up and walks slowly over to my desk. "Yes, Professor Luke?"

"It appears that you forgot something when you were getting ready this morning," I inquire.

With her arms behind her back, she sways back and forth innocently. "Oh, silly me. I hope I didn't offend you."

That's about all the restraint I have. I advance on her, wrap an arm around her waist, and use my free hand to run my fingers slowly up her thigh. She sucks in a breath while her jaw falls slack. She wants this just as much as I do.

"Do you need some help, princess? I noticed how wet you are down there. It must be so uncomfortable."

"Please," she begs.

That's all I need. My hand moves under her dress until my fingers are greeted with the slick evidence of her arousal. She whimpers as soon as my fingers hit her clit.

"That's it, baby. Just let me take care of you," I whisper.

I work in slow circles around her clit. When I feel like she's ready, I slide them into her pussy as my thumb moves to keep attention on her clit. She's a mess of sounds and breaths as I work my hand expertly.

"Fuck, Professor Luke. I'm coming!" she screams.

I growl in frustration as my fist squeezes and my balls tighten. Thick ropes of cum pump out of me, landing on the floor of my shower. Once I've worked out my release, I rest my forehead on the wall.

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