Page 12 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
On Friday of the following week, I arrive at my history class early, eager to get started with the exam. I’ve studied hard for the exam, and I’m confident I’ll do well. While waiting for the professor, I count the chickens before they hatch. How will Tony give it to me? I don’t have a lot of sexual experience, but I’m familiar with the positions. Missionary, doggy, standing?
“Let’s get started,” Tony’s voice startles me from my daydream.
Damn. He’s so hot. He’s wearing black frame glasses beside his usual teaching attire of a dress shirt and trousers. The glasses make him look even more mature and certainly sexier. My thighs tingle just imagining him being on top of me with nothing on except the spectacles.
The first part of the exam goes well. I can’t help smiling as I fill the pages of my bluebook with words. My hard work pays off. In the past week, I studied for the exam every day. I got caught up on the reading and reviewed all the lecture notes. I also went over all the questions on the study guide Tony provided and memorized the answers.
Luckily, the first three questions are from the study guide, so I have no problem answering them. But I’m stuck on the last one. “Which theory you’ve learned so far explains the cause of war the best? Why?Note: you must pick only one of them.”
My mind goes blank after that. Honestly, all of them make sense to me, but none of them is perfect. After fidgeting in my seat for nearly fifteen minutes, I force myself to write down something that’ll probably make the professor laugh, and then I sigh and put down my pen.
And then I remain in my seat and sulk. Damn. I’m that close to winning the deal. Now I’ll keep pining for something I’ll never get. I glance at Tony, who’s reading a book behind the podium. Damn. He looks so hot with that intense concentration on his face. And his hair looks so perfect that I have the urge to tousle it and make him mad. Yes. I want to make him mad. And suddenly, I’ve got an idea—an idea so naughty that I cringe.No way. I’m not going to do it.But I can’t help dwelling on it.Why not? What do I have to lose?I’m pretty sure I’ll pass the exam. And since I won’t be getting an A, I might as well have some fun instead of sulking for the rest of the class.
I stand up and go to Tony.
Chapter 10
Tony
I’m trying to read while my students are taking their midterm, but I can’t help observing Anna from the corner of my eye. She’s scribbling at her desk. She’s been behaving since I spanked her—by behaving I mean she hasn’t touched her phone or herself during my class. But it doesn’t mean she’s not driving me nuts. Every day, she shows up in sexy clothes: tight or revealing shirts, skirts that barely cover her thighs. Since I told her to sit in the front row, I have no choice but let the sight of her torture me. It takes me mighty effort to ignore her and focus on lecturing.
About halfway through the exam, she sighs and stops writing. And then she stares at me for a second before standing up and coming to the podium. “I need to use the bathroom, please,” she says in a low whisper.
I hesitate. I normally don’t allow bathroom visits during the exams unless it’s an emergency.
“Please, it’s an emergency,” she says, knowing what’s on my mind. “Here, I’ll put my cellphone on the podium. I’m not going to cheat.”
“Okay,” I say. “You have to come back in three minutes.”
“No problem,” she smirks and turns.
That smirk alarms me. What the hell is she up to? I have the impulse to call her back but she’s already at the door. Could she have hidden notes in her skirt pocket? Damn. I should’ve checked. But notes hardly help with essay exams, especially if she only has three minutes.
I stand up by the podium and wait for Anna to return. When she does, I check my watch. It took her exactly three minutes, which is quite impressive. I look her up and down as she sits down with suspicion, still wondering what she did exactly. She looks a bit different. My eyes fall on her skirt pockets, which are bulging up. Shit. It’s so obvious. Why didn’t I notice it earlier?
But instead of questioning her, I decide to keep a close eye on her and speak to her after class because I don’t want to make a scene and distract the whole class.
Anna opens her bluebook and picks up her pen. Instead of writing, she props her chin with that hand as if blocking the view of the students sitting a few seats away from her. The suspicious gesture alarms me and I stare at her unblinking, waiting for her next move. Without looking up, her other hand moves up casually to brush on her shirt, playing with her buttons.
A student stands up to turn in his exam, interrupting my observation of Anna. I accept the student’s exam and say goodbye to him. By the time I look at Anna again, her shirt is open to a wide gap. Holy shit. My blood travels south as I inhale sharply. I should look away but I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She isn’t wearing a bra. Fuck me. The sight of the half-hidden, delicious-looking milky mounds makes my mouth water and I gulp.
The bulge in one of her pockets must be her bra. What about the other one? My eyes instantly glide down to her crotch. Her legs are open as well, and her skirts are hiked up to her hips, giving me a clear view of her glistening juncture. Fuck me. My manhood jolts as adrenaline rushes through my body.
It takes me mighty effort to look away from her enticing body and stare into her eyes. She glances at me casually as if not expecting to see me ogling. She then licks her lips as her eyes glide down to below my waist. Shit. I don’t have to look to know I’ve got a huge tent there.
I return to hide it behind the podium and sit down on my chair. I let my hand drop, and I shouldn’t do it. But hell, it’s too late. I’ve got to get it off. I grip my hard-on through my pants and move my hand discreetly while my eyes are fixed on Anna. The little weasel is brushing the rosy tip of her breast casually while staring at her bluebook as if checking her answers. She closes and spreads her legs carelessly as well, as if she isn’t playing a game with me. Fuck. There are only a few feet between us. I can hear the squishy sound she makes and smell her sweet juice.
When she looks up suddenly and licks her pencil deliberately, I feel the orgasm vibrating and I tense. I’m going to get a wet spot on my pants, and I don’t even fucking care. I just need the release. I’m over the edge, one step to the peak of my pleasure, when a student stands up suddenly and walks toward the podium holding her exam in hand.
Shit. That’s brutal. I free the hand that’s holding onto the chair and take the bluebook from the student. Thank goodness she’s dazed after the long exam and doesn’t suspect my unusually red face and friendly smile.
As soon as the student turns to leave, I stand up and pace in front of the class, forcing myself to calm. Goddamn. I’m out of my fucking mind. I haven’t done anything so embarrassing since high school. What the hell got into me?
Anna’s hand is clutching the front of her shirt, and her legs are closed when I look at her again. She slowly buttons up and smirks at me. I grit my teeth, imagining a good spanking on her pretty ass as soon as the class is over.
To make sure she’ll stay after class, I wave her cell phone at her before dropping it into my briefcase. Her mouth opens, and her eyes brighten, understanding my intention.
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