Joren stood still at the doorway, heart thudding in his chest like it was trying to escape. He hadn't meant to see anything, but couldn't stop himself from looking.
Professor Hart's face was flushed, her eyes squeezed shut as she moved her fingers in a rhythmic pattern through her slit. She was on full display. Everything—from her voluptuous breasts to her damp pussy, to the small patch of hair just above her folds—everything could be seen.
Joren could feel himself responding, his cock hardening and twitching in his pants. The thrill of watching his strict and composed professor tease herself shamelessly sent heat rushing through him. But then the thought of what he was doing—standing here, watching her without her knowledge—resurfaced, making his heart pound even harder.
*What the hell am I doing? I shouldn't be here. This is insane. What if she catches me? *
he thought. But the way Professor Hart was touching herself, the way her back arched as she moaned louder, kept him rooted to the spot, fighting the urge to touch himself.
He could hear her words now, breathless and desperate—words that made his stomach clench.
"Nghh... just like that... you fill me up so good..."
Her fingers moved faster around her clit before sliding down to penetrate her own entrance. Her other hand pinched her succulent nipple, rolling it between her fingers as her hips jerked.
"Ah!..."
Her fingers moved faster between her legs, grinding against her inner walls as she teased herself relentlessly. Joren could see her body tensing, her thighs squeezing around her own hand as she pleasured herself. The words spilled from her mouth without restraint, all the usual formality stripped away.
"Oh god... I need it... haah... stretch me, fuck me harder... Ah!..."
she whimpered, her hips bucking slightly against her own touch.
Joren's breathing quickened as her moans became louder, her back arching slightly as she approached her climax. Her body glistened with sweat, her nipples hard and pointed, bouncing slightly during her movements. He could see the slickness between her thighs, her arousal undeniable as she worked her fingers faster.
But then, as she teased herself, her eyes flickered open and caught him standing by the doorway.
"Oh my god,"
she breathed, her face red with equal measures of shame, horror, and mortification.
Her hands clutched at the sheets, trying desperately to cover herself as she scrambled to sit up, but her body was still limp from pleasure, making the movement clumsy and uncoordinated.
"What—what are you doing here?" she demanded, though the words lacked their usual authority. Her voice cracked slightly, betraying her panic.
Joren's heart dropped upon realizing he'd been caught. He stepped back, hands raised instinctively. "I—I knocked. The door was open. I called out. I didn't mean to—"
"—What are you doing in my house?" she repeated, her voice tightening.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I just—I wasn't assigned a group. For the project. I thought maybe it was a mistake."
Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. "You came all the way to my house… for a group assignment?"
Joren swallowed hard. "I didn't mean to walk in. I swear. I thought—"
She cut him off, voice trembling at the edges despite her effort to stay calm. "Then why were you standing in front of my doorway, watching me?"
Joren's face burned. "I didn't mean to. I swear."
She stood, the sheet wrapped tightly around her, posture rigid. "I need you to leave. Right now."
He nodded, backing toward the door. "I'm sorry. I really am."
She didn't respond. Her eyes followed him, cold and unreadable, until he stepped out and the door clicked shut behind him.
Outside, the air felt colder than before. Joren stood on the steps, heart racing, the image of her face—mortified, furious, trying to stay composed—etched into his mind.
Back on campus, Zuri sat on the edge of a bench near the quad, scrolling absently through her phone. She looked up as Joren approached, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"You're back," she said.
"Yeah."
She studied him for a moment. "You look like you saw a ghost."
Joren sat beside her, his movements stiff. "I'll go meet her tomorrow."
Zuri waited, but he didn't elaborate. "Okay," she said slowly.
He nodded, rubbing his palms together like he was trying to ground himself. His eyes didn't settle anywhere for long.
"You okay?" she asked.
He hesitated. "Not really."
Zuri didn't push. She just watched him, her earbuds dangling, her thumb still resting on her screen.
"I shouldn't have gone," Joren said quietly. "It was a mistake."
Zuri tilted her head. "Did something happen?"
He shook his head, too fast. "Nothing I want to talk about."
She nodded once, accepting that. "Alright."
They sat in silence. The quad was quieter now, the lights casting long shadows across the pavement. A few students passed by, laughing about something that felt miles away from Joren's world.
"Anyways, I better head back to my dorm," he said, voice flat.
Zuri gave a half-smile. "Oh, alright. See you tomorrow then."
And with that, Joren got up and went back to his dorm quietly, too shaken by the day's events—especially the one with Professor Hart.