Sex Break (Erotica/Erotic Romance) by Cherry Fine
Spring Break isn’t going to be any fun for Abby Roberts. While all her friends are headed to Florida for some fun in the sun, she’s on the verge of failing a class and is forced to stay behind for a makeup test. But with a hunky professor like Justin Nichols hanging around, she’s got just one thing on her mind. If Abby has her way, her foiled Spring Break will turn into one hell of a Sex Break!
Content Warning: 18+ ONLY. This SHORT STORY contains strong language and explicit sex and is intended for mature audiences only.
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“And don’t forget to read chapters forty-eight and forty-nine before we meet again.” Professor Justin Nichols leaned against the front of his desk and crossed one ankle over the other. The sound of textbooks slamming shut echoed through the classroom.
Abby Roberts began collecting her things. As the students began to file out into the hallway, she prepared to rise from her seat.
“A word, Miss Roberts,” the Professor said.
She stood, leaving her books on the tabletop. “Professor.” After an awkward moment, she glanced at the door as the last remaining student disappeared into the hallway.
She watched the professor stroll to the door, close it and pull the shade over the window. Anticipation caught in her throat. Every time he wanted to talk to her alone about her grade, she was afraid her wandering thoughts would give her away.
No wonder she was failing Organic Chemistry. She couldn’t concentrate in class; all she could think of was what he might look like underneath all those clothes, and what his touch might feel like. She’d thought about him fucking her on his desk, more than once.
Her labored breathing caught in her throat and balled into a big knot of lust that slid all the way down to her pussy.
He motioned her toward his desk, and they leaned against it together. She was hoping to use it to prop herself up as the heat between her legs was turning them to mush.
“Abby, what can I do to help you pass this class?” He braced the palms of his hands on the desk; the hand nearest her grazed against her hip.
She sucked in a breath to hide her desire to turn toward him and trap his hand between her legs. “I try, Professor. I really do.” Her heart pounded against her chest.
“I’ve talked to your other instructors and it seems that my class is the only one you’re having trouble with.”
Yeah, well...all because she couldn’t concentrate on anything but thoughts of a carnal nature when she was in his classroom. That made it really hard to focus on tests.
“You just don’t seem to be able to concentrate.”
She held her breath, catching the laugh before it spilled out. “That’s one way of looking at it,” she said, with the tail end of her imprisoned laughter escaping.
“I’ve been asking myself what it might take, what I could do to help you.” He was looking at her now; she could feel it.
Oh, what he could do? He could fuck her, for one. Maybe then she could concentrate on her studies instead of losing herself inside these fanciful, erotic daydreams.
“I think I know what you’re problem is.”
She snorted a laugh. “I doubt that.” She didn’t dare look into his eyes, for fear that he’d see right through her, but her gaze was drawn like a magnet to his crotch. His hard-on tented his slacks.
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