Closed for Goddess Trinity
"So for Thursday, read Chapters 11 and 12," I directed. "Any questions? Alright, class dismissed."
The undergrads began gathering up their backpacks and books. Ordinarily, I liked to linger at the chalkboard to answer further questions, but today I grabbed my bag and dashed out the door. I had to get out of there before I lost all control.
Fortunately my office was in the same building. I vaulted up the stairs two at a time and exited on the fourth floor. I waved as my secretary rose to greet me, but didn't slow my pace.
"Hello, Professor Trask. Will you be-?"
"Sorry, Debra, no time to talk," I interrupted. "I don't want to be disturbed for the next hour." I kept striding down the hall and disappeared inside my office.
Only when I shut the door behind me could I at last relax. With a groan, I let loose of the tight mental reins I'd been holding on my libido. The erection I'd been preventing for nearly an hour ballooned along my right thigh.
She'd worn white today. Tight, as usual. Of course, with curves like hers, anything short of a mumu would be tight on her.
I knew her name, but ever since the semester had started, I'd only ever thought of her as The Girl. I'd been teaching here nigh on a decade. I'd probably had hundreds of cute coeds in my classes and thousands more cross my path in that time. You'd think I would get used to it.
But there was something special about this one. The Asian features definitely got to me - the air of exotic. God knows her breasts defied belief. You didn't see orbs that size on a frame that petite, but there they were. And the way she could wear a pair of skinny jeans; sometimes I was almost sure they were painted on.
I winced at the need in my groin. Yeah, this was a bad one. I had just enough self-control not to let my arousal become visibly evident during class; I'd be a laughing stock on campus if I didn't. But holding back my libido the entire lecture class only seemed to intensify the problem later on.
I sighed. The bulge along my thigh was ridiculously obvious. No way this was going down soon. I might have to relieve the pressure manually. Maybe I had some hand lotion in my desk. . . .
"So for Thursday, read Chapters 11 and 12," I directed. "Any questions? Alright, class dismissed."
The undergrads began gathering up their backpacks and books. Ordinarily, I liked to linger at the chalkboard to answer further questions, but today I grabbed my bag and dashed out the door. I had to get out of there before I lost all control.
Fortunately my office was in the same building. I vaulted up the stairs two at a time and exited on the fourth floor. I waved as my secretary rose to greet me, but didn't slow my pace.
"Hello, Professor Trask. Will you be-?"
"Sorry, Debra, no time to talk," I interrupted. "I don't want to be disturbed for the next hour." I kept striding down the hall and disappeared inside my office.
Only when I shut the door behind me could I at last relax. With a groan, I let loose of the tight mental reins I'd been holding on my libido. The erection I'd been preventing for nearly an hour ballooned along my right thigh.
She'd worn white today. Tight, as usual. Of course, with curves like hers, anything short of a mumu would be tight on her.
I knew her name, but ever since the semester had started, I'd only ever thought of her as The Girl. I'd been teaching here nigh on a decade. I'd probably had hundreds of cute coeds in my classes and thousands more cross my path in that time. You'd think I would get used to it.
But there was something special about this one. The Asian features definitely got to me - the air of exotic. God knows her breasts defied belief. You didn't see orbs that size on a frame that petite, but there they were. And the way she could wear a pair of skinny jeans; sometimes I was almost sure they were painted on.
I winced at the need in my groin. Yeah, this was a bad one. I had just enough self-control not to let my arousal become visibly evident during class; I'd be a laughing stock on campus if I didn't. But holding back my libido the entire lecture class only seemed to intensify the problem later on.
I sighed. The bulge along my thigh was ridiculously obvious. No way this was going down soon. I might have to relieve the pressure manually. Maybe I had some hand lotion in my desk. . . .
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