Except this time, he said energy, and if I remember right, when he says energy, I’m supposed to touch myself. I’m supposed to tuck my hand into my little skirt in front of the whole class and rub my clit.
Oh God!
He waits, clearing his throat as he stares at me.
I’m not doing it! It’s crazy! It’s crazy, and there’s no way I could pull it off without everyone noticing!
I’m thinking over the repercussions of my actions as I slide close to the desk, tuck my hand beneath my skirt, past my panties, and onto my swollen clit.
I jump as my finger slides past the slick bump.
I moan out a hiccup of intentional pleasure, then pinch my lips together and stare forward as normally as possible.
He smiles, and his dark green eyes make contact with mine. “You’re doing good. Keep going.”
Umm… that was meant for me. He’s telling me how well I’m doing. He wants me to keep going.My stomach tightens asI circle my clit and try to keep my breath steady as my eyes dart around to make sure no one is noticing me.
They’re not. The only one staring is Professor Wilder as he attempts to regain his own composure.
“We’re, ugh, we’re going to keep going with this thought. Theenergybetween two people creates thischemistrythat’s undeniable,” his eyes don’t leave mine, “and I need someone else to provide the class with another theory.”
I press against my clit again and scrub as I brush my nipple with my free hand, trying not to cause a scene or accidentally moan again. Greg would for sure start to question me if I do that a second time, though maybe not. He seems content with the tents he’s sketching.
Another student rattles on about love, but I’m not comprehending any of it. I’m scrubbing my clit beneath the table, staring at Professor Wilder as he nods politely and glances back at me every few seconds.
“Right,” he comments, “that’s good. Don’t stop.”
The boy rattling on thinks the comments are for him, but I know they’re for me. He wants me to keep going. He wants me to come and soak my panties in front of the class.
I think he’s going to get what he wants. My thighs tense as Greg passes me another note.
This one I ignore, hoping he goes back to his doodling.
Professor Wilder glares at me. “Class is almost over. Please finish up.”
The student speaking acknowledges his remark, but again, I know the message is for me.
I scrub another circle around my clit, then all at once, my thighs tense and squeeze, my eyes tighten, and I crumble like a pastry, convulsing in the chair, biting back a moan, soaking my panties.
Greg’s hand lands on my arm. “Are you o—”
“Don’t touch her,” Professor Wilder barks.
Greg pulls his hand away and narrows his gaze toward the front of the class.
I’m panting, dizzy, desperate for my professor’s rough touch.
‘Are you okay?’Greg scratches the question down on a piece of paper and hands it toward me.
I’m not okay. I’m really not okay.
“No,” I pant in a low whisper. “I’m thinking the dance isn’t a great idea. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay,” he whispers. “We can go another night or—”
“I, ugh, I think I’m not ready to date.” I don’t know what I’m saying. My head is still spinning, my fingers are sticky-wet, and my pussy is pulsing for the professor’s cock.
“Class is dismissed,” he barks. “Rosie, front of the class.”
“He’s weird,” Greg groans as he gathers his books. “He’s been staring at you the whole class. I think he’s got a thing for you.”
“What?” I shake my head. “No, that’s crazy. He asked me to work as his research assistant. I’m helping him with his book.”
Greg rolls his eyes. “Probably because he’s some sick, old pervert who preys on college girls. Just watch yourself.”
I nod as Greg stands and slides out behind me. He’s kind of a nice guy, which goes to show how true the lesson today on chemistry really is. It makes sense for me to date a guy like Greg. He’s good-looking, smart, athletic, and he’s planning on being a doctor. Plus, he’s my age. Overall, the guy is a total catch.
Despite all that, here I am, obsessed with a man nearly double my age. A man with lines on his face and gray in his beard. A man with history, a life, and experiences.
The one man in this entire place I shouldn’t be interested in.
