Professor Susan Warner gives in to her fantasy of having sex in her classroom with the college's football star.
Content Warning: 18+ ONLY. This SHORT STORY contains strong language and explicit sex and is intended for mature audiences only.
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“Professor...” Chip, the university’s football hero, placed a hand on Susan’s desk and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “How do you expect me to concentrate when all I can think about is your luscious body?”
Susan cut her eye up at Chip, trying to throw him her most intimidating glare. “See me after class.”
His face fell into a triumphant smile as he strutted back toward his seat. She watched him. His firm muscles bulged beneath his T-shirt, his taut butt seemed to be calling to her. You know you want to squeeze me!
And she did. Truth be known though, she wanted to do a lot more than that. Chip was the first student in her ten years of teaching that she’d actually wanted to fuck. And the way he’d been teasing her lately had brought out her fantasies.
She’d spent a lot of time today, thinking about his naked body against hers. About his cock. Would she gasp when he rammed it deep inside her? Just thinking about it made her pussy wet.
Fifteen minutes later, when all the students—except Chip—had left, he strolled up to Susan’s desk with that cocky smile of his. He came around to her side and leaned back against the desk, close enough for her to touch him. She told herself that was a bad idea, that it could end badly if they were caught. But he was too close. Close enough to touch.
Chip crossed one leg over the other and folded his arms across his chest. His biceps didn’t go unnoticed. Hell, with those things he could totally lift her up and down on his cock while walking around the classroom.
Susan bit into her bottom lip. Had that thought actually crossed her mind? She could think of a hundred different reasons why initiating sex with Chip in this place was a bad idea. Yet she could think of just as many to prove it was a good thing.
“Look,” he said, cutting his blue-eyed gaze toward her, “why don’t we dispense with all these formalities and get down to business?”
She didn’t say anything. Just raised her eyebrows and gave him a smile.
“Let’s cut to the chase,” he said, looking straight at her breasts. “You want me. I want you. Why torture ourselves?”
He reached for her and caressed the length of her forearm. She didn’t move. He did however; progressing up to her shoulder and down toward her breasts.
Susan knew she should stop this. Now. But her body—enjoying his touch too much—convinced her otherwise. She cut her eyes toward the door. “Someone could walk in.”
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