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Even as I free myself from my pants, she keeps her eyes front.
It’s only her thighs I can see moving slightly under the tiny desk.
She makes a tiny sound, her breath quickening with each step closer I take.
She moves her elbows just enough, her thick chest spilling out in front of her.
Her nipples like bullets, and she can’t stop a low moan from escaping her lips.
Her legs open under the table, showing me her sweet, glistening mound.
Pink, quivering, and more than ready.
Chapter Fifteen
Sheree
I never stole anything.
Just borrowed it.
I only re-discovered it when packing, Michael’s old letterman jacket. The one he wore in college himself.
Zoe said it was way too big for her at the time, but never missed it the day I borrowed it without telling her or her dad.
I think I even slept in it for a while until I decided my crush was getting out of hand.
Years ago now, when I decided that if Professor Grayson wasn’t interested by then, he never would be.
Oh, how wrong I was.
I make sure I’m dressed when I arrive, but locking the door to the auditorium, I slip out of my clothes and into his jacket.
Only his jacket. Nothing else.
Hearing his booming deep voice from his office makes me shiver, even though I can feel the warmth of the place now that the heating is back on.
Makes me hope he really is alone as I take my seat.
His star student, eagerly awaiting her next lesson from her favorite Professor.
I can hear my pussy squelch on the wooden seat under me. I'm so wet, aching to feel his hands on my smooth skin.
Already swallowing hard at the thought of that huge cock of his pressing its way into me.
The years’ worth of pent up passion he must have inside him, not to mention his seed I know he has to fill me with.
The seed I want more than anything in the world, without even being quite sure how I’m even gonna make this work.
But that’s not entirely true.
See, the thing is I’ve had this fantasy. This recurring fantasy that started the day I had my first lecture with Professor Grayson.
I’m wearing his letterman jacket and nothing else…
Professor Grayson asks me to stand, turns me around, and fucks me hard from behind, bending me over the tiny desk as my tits scrape against the old wood while he fills me until I cream all over his cock.
Today, it’s starting to look like that fantasy is about to come true for both of us.
I’m not shy with him anymore, and by the time his huge body is standing in front of me, I can see he isn’t either.
He’s unzipped himself already, and his massive length is stiff at attention with its thick, swollen purple head glistening with his precome already.
“A little chilly for just a jacket, isn’t it?” he asks, playing along, forcing me to stifle the gasp I feel caught in my throat.
Longing to reach out for him, but enjoying the suspense of this moment.
Our moment.
I feel my head tremble as I give a nod, focusing my eyes on a point just past him, but one that allows me to keep a full view of his arousal in front of me and in perfect focus.
“I thought you might need this,” I hear him say, and I look at him, into his eyes first and then what he’s holding in his hands.
I can’t help but gasp now.
He has my old scarf, one I lost.
I thought I’d lost it.
It’s the ultimate touché moment.
Professor Grayson catching me naked in his class, wearing nothing but his jacket, and here he is, about to explain how and why he has my old scarf I thought I’d lost.
“You left it behind one day, after a class,” he explains offhand.
Normally he’d pace when he addresses the class, but today he stands fixed in front of me, body rigid.
“I found your scarf, and I smelled you on it, Sheree. It made me hard, like this,” he says, running one of his huge palms over the smoothness of his bulging head, smearing his cock with his precome as he growls low.
“I jerked my cock until I shot ropes of my seed all over my office thinking of you, Sheree… and for many days after that, until I thought it was wrong. Until I thought I was silly for thinking a girl like you could ever be interested in an older man like me.”
My eyes dart to his again, my head shaking now.
“No… I—” I start, but he holds his finger up, silencing me. The scarf still in his other hand.
“But here we are. All these years later and I can’t look at you like a student I had a crush on, and I can’t see you as Zoe’s little friend anymore either…” he reflects.
