ogy class again. I dashed into the bathroom, hoping to wrap things up in less than forty-five

ipped over the mountain of dirty clothes

t if I could just find a suitable outfit. After all, I couldn't r

I opted for a pair of baggy jeans and a tank top, topping it off

irror. Mr. Austin's voice echoed in my head: "Look less distr

my tote bag, and snatched up my phone. A

, I'm

with Jessie, my roommate. "Watch it, Nila

my shoulder as I sprin

akers pounding the pavement with every hurried step. I could already

essie was shaking her head; she alway

muttered to myself, tryin

attire ruin my chances of a decent grade. Science was the only subjec

nging open like the mouth of a hungry beast. I climbed aboard, scanning

d with familiar faces, and there, right in t

r. My stomach fluttered, half from closen

ough the crowd. I squeezed into the seat next to him, tr

osity. He wasn't as intimidating as I imagined; he wore a faded gr

wnplay my hopeless start to the day. "You wo

my heart race even faster. "Well, you pu

say more, the bus hit a bump, and I nearly pitched sideways into him. Instinctively, I

Just

ment creeping in. "Sorry!" I blurted out, pulling my

tter than the time I tried to impress a girl and

to lighten the awkward air. "That's a classic move," I teased,

the university came into view. Students milled about, some rushing t

late? I could only hope Mr. Austin had

ky, the words tumbling out before I could

as the doors opened. "Maybe you can he

before nodding, trying to play

ad. I glanced at my ph

gh the throng of students. The building w

as I approached. The sound of chatter and laugh

her concern about my delay. I shot her a sheepish smile that clearly said

the class, I saw my chan

he sound of my shoes wouldn't betray me. Stifled laug

nda covered her mouth with her hand, her blue eyes

," a voice called out, cau

x of amusement and disapproval. It was clear: I was in seri

p breath, I open them, staring at the unfami

triggering a burst of laughter from those around me.

cing almond-shaped eyes standing before me? And where w

t pet peeve is lateness," he said, his voice rugged

stammered my voic

ing my stomach twist with nerves. He was un

in's absence, I'll let today slide as a warning. Don't let i

d. She looked at me with a playful expression, her eyes saying, "

didn't yet know his name-returned to his lecture.

ng, Nila," Amanda whispere

ed locked on the undeniably attractive professor in front of me. My

him right" Amand

to her my voice barely

sed his teaching. His striking eyes made my pussy wet, and

him," Amanda whi

ou know... is?" I asked, twirli

ion of the students in the front row, who turned

ou

e. My heart sank as I exchanged a wide-ey

es

to share with the whole class what you f

sion. He wrapped up the class, collecting his laptop. "That's all for t

ffice

e as I texted Amanda. "I guess I will be the first

whore" she texted

long can he fuck the sense out of me" I texted

hirty minutes" A

him the credit, I want to desperately feel his tongu

tossed his laptop onto the couch. With a quick motion, he grabbed my ph

h my messages with Am

ats with Amanda, and this was not ho