Joren stepped out of his dorm the next morning, hoodie pulled over his head, hands shoved deep into his pockets. His mind was still replaying yesterday's scene like a broken disc. He hadn't slept much. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her—flushed, naked, and panicked.
Now he was heading straight back into the fire.
He made his way across campus, dodging early risers and students who had class that morning. His destination: the admin building where professors had their offices. The place looked quiet—the type of quiet that came with misery. He reached Professor Hart's door and paused for a moment, gathering courage before opening it and stepping in.
Professor Hart was seated at her desk, her posture straight—but not stiff. Her back arched slightly, her thighs pressed together under the desk, her face flushed. She looked like she was doing something... important.
Then her eyes met his—and her face went even redder.
"What do you want this time?" she asked, voice louder than necessary.
Joren kept his eyes low. "I just came to settle the group thing. Before I get left behind."
She blinked, then leaned back slightly. "You came all the way here… for that?"
He frowned. "Where else was I supposed to go?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but then paused. He had a point. If there was a problem with her course, this was the place to fix it.
"I'll update the list," she said, turning to her laptop. "You'll be added."
Joren nodded, but didn't move.
She glanced at him again. "Why are you still here?"
He hesitated. "Shouldn't we also... talk about yesterday?"
Her face flushed deeper. She stood abruptly, walked to the door, and locked it with a sharp click. Then she turned back to him, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
"Did you tell anyone?"
"Not yet."
She exhaled, jaw tight. "Good."
Joren shifted. "So…"
She looked at him, then away, her blush deepening. "Is there anything you need?"
He blinked. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," she said, stepping closer, "I want to make sure not a single word slips. So—what do you want?"
Joren's eyes widened. "You're asking me what I want?"
"Yes," she said, vulnerability creeping into her voice. "You saw something you weren't supposed to, and I... I don't want anyone else to know about it."
He stared at her. "You're serious."
"Very."
His mind raced with the possibilities. He could ask for money—after all, she lived in an upscale apartment. Or grades. A bump in his GPA wouldn't hurt. But then his thoughts, like the thoughts of any other 21-year-old, drifted down the wrong, dirty path. Her flushed face. Thoughts started flooding through his head—thoughts of what he could REALLY ask for. He began fantasizing about all the dirty things he could have her do. The thought of it all sent a thrill through him, and it caused him to pitch a tent, unknown to him.
Of course, Professor Hart noticed the growing bulge in his pants, her eyes dropped to his groin for a second before coming back up. Her face was now beet red, her breath quickening, but she didn't look away.
"What is it?" she asked, voice low.
Joren swallowed, hesitating before gathering tremendous courage.
"I want you to let me have s*x with you. Right here."
Silence.
Professor Hart stared at him, lips parted slightly, her eyes dilating. Her fingers twitched at her sides, like she didn't know what to do with them.
"Is this a joke?" she said finally.
"It's not."
She stepped back, just slightly. "Why would you demand such a thing?"
"It's okay if you don't want to do it," he said. "I won't force you."
She didn't respond.
The air between them was heavy.
She looked at him again, longer this time. "You know I could report you for this."
"You could," he said. "But you probably won't."
Her jaw clenched. "And why not?"
"Because it would just get the both of us in trouble."
She didn't deny it.
Joren took a step forward. "So?"
She didn't move. Instead, she pressed her thighs together, as if to hide the dampness already forming in her core.
"You want that? You want me to..."
"I do."
Her eyes flicked to the door, then back to him. Her voice was a mix of uncertainty and reluctant desire.
"We can't do it right here. What if we're caught?"
"The door is locked. I doubt anyone would be able to hear us from outside."
Another pause. Then she looked at the door again before turning to him. Her expression was unreadable—shame, protest, and growing arousal fighting for dominance. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh before opening them again.
"We can't do it here. It'll have to be some other time."
Joren's face dropped slightly in disappointment, but he wasn't one to give up.
"Then let me clean up the mess between your legs."
Professor Hart's face reddened even more now. Her thighs pressed together more firmly.
"Is... is that what you want?" she asked, vulnerability and arousal creeping into her tone.
"Yes, that's my request," Joren replied.
She hesitated for a moment before moving to her desk. She pulled down her skirt and panties and sat on her desk, legs spread—her wet folds and the small patch of hair above it visible now.
"T–there... I've done what you asked," she said, her legs spreading wider, an unintentional gesture that felt too inviting.
Joren, being the guy that he was, wasn't going to let this golden opportunity go to waste. He quickly got down on both knees and started licking her folds hungrily.
The moment his tongue made contact with her pussy, she gasped. Her hands, which were gripping the edges of the desk, now moved to his head, keeping it in place as she ground shamelessly against his mouth.
"Oh!... You're so good with your mouth... yes... there, right there..." she muttered unintelligibly, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.
Joren picked up the pace, his tongue moving to her clit as he slid two fingers into her tight, dripping hole, grinding against her walls.
She let out a needy moan as his fingers slid into her, her thighs clamping down on both sides of his head as she approached the edge.
"Ah!... I–I can't... I'm cumming..."
She stuttered, her toes curling as her climax came crashing down. Her walls gripped Joren's fingers desperately, spasming as he continued to tease her through her climax. Her hips twitched, legs shaking uncontrollably as her climax began to wear off, leaving behind a trail of shame.
She instinctively recoiled, gently pushing Joren's head from her core.
"You've gotten what you wanted," she said, her voice hoarse from moaning.
"I'll rework the groups and include your name this time. You can go now."
Joren's face sagged in disappointment. He had thought that she would at least do something about the bulge in his pants.
"Oh, uh... yes, Professor," he said, his mind barely registering her words. He turned to leave, then he heard her voice.
"Wait!" she blurted.
"I was thinking... if you're not busy, how about you come over to my apartment in the evening?"
Joren turned to her. He couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to convince himself that maybe it was just a mistake, but he could clearly see the lustful look on her face. This was it—he would finally get to fk her.
"Umm... yeah, I guess," he said, trying not to sound desperate.
"I'll see you there."
Professor Hart didn't reply, only nodded, watching as he opened the door and left.