
He was your favorite professor and you were his, well that is what you told yourself in bed at night with your fingers dipping into your sex. He had such command, such poise, such large hands. Oh how they would feel against your creamy skin. You did everything to catch his eye, flirted every way you could, then decided that missing an assignment may get you in trouble. When you got a look from him today in class, one of disappointment you worried that maybe that was a bad idea. As the bell rang he called out your name “I want to see you in my office” Your panties had never been so wet. You gathered your things and scampered toward his office, standing there with shy eyes as he unlocked his door. “come inside, close the door.” cold, firm. Oh he was upset at you, that was not what you wanted. You closed the door and turned to him standing there. “I know what you are trying to do. Failing assignments just to see if I noticed? I notice everything. The way you chew on your pencil when I talk, twirl your hair as I lecture, part your legs when I pass out homework. Tell me……….how wet are your panties right now?”
Well if they were dry not anymore as your eyes raised from the floor and you bit your lip. You lifted your skirt and pulled down your now soaked cottons as he stepped closer. “They are drenched sir.” His grin spread and you knew he had been longing for you too. “Well lets make up that assignment privately then shall we.”







