Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

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seats right in front of me. Two of them: a wealthy Abercrombie-type kid, and his sorority villain girlfriend. Both Barbie- and Ken-doll b

rows. I’m surrounded by Bunsen burners, flasks, beakers, stacks of notes and flas

ittle screen from where I sit, but not so difficult that I ca

, who’s lecturing about alkaloids and chemical reactions at t

o why are the couple in front of me watching it in the middle of class, laughing? Seriously, who watches porn in public? I try to stretch farther for a better look, but I’m too short and

always wanting to know what happens next in books, or how someone came up with an equation. That inquisitiveness got me to the top of my class, earning me a spot as high school valedictorian before I graduated last year, but when it

practically on top of my desk, tapping the girl on the shoulder. She slowly

son from hearing me. He’s wandered to the oth

ace. All of her clothes bear logos and have French names. She’s alien to me. I can’t imagine a world where I could afford a pair of s

f she’s not sure if she should tell me. He gives me a once-over l

ure is perfection like the rest of her when o

to whip out a ruler to see that the actor who my classmates believe is my teacher definitely fits the criteria in the size departm

me and our eyes meet. On instinct, without meaning to, I glance right at his crotch. In a split second I’m

his face, and he stumbles on his words when he starts to lecture again, as if he’s forgotten what he was saying.

hisper-coughs, “Busted.” Her boyfr

d—which is extremely difficult when I keep hearing them say things like “biggest

ut a long sigh, then open them again just in time to see Serena and her boyfriend smirk at me as they leave. Bracing myself for

ks and somehow manages to make it look good—not stiff and boring like my other professors. He’s also younger than the rest of them too. Mid to late thirties would be my guess. With sho

we’ll be working with this year. I totally deserve it. Doesn’t make it feel any better, though. I’ve never been in trouble with teachers. They love me. In middle school I was teased relentlessly by other students for being the te

’re here on a scholarship, so if those wealthy brats sitting in front of you

f dicking

here to make that big of a bulge when he’s soft, I can only imagine the prize awaiting whatever lucky

ce of petrified gum stuck to the flo

im. “I don’t think that gum is moving. It’s been

d try to s

re doing—is it anything I

th overlap just the slightest bit in the front

afford to blow it. Relationships tend to do that. First they’re all fun and games, someone to go out to parties and grab dinner with. Then someone gets invested and before you know it, all you can think about is that person. I let it happen once in high school and ended up getting my heart broken when h

ust dumb videos they were wat

tead of arguing says, “Okay, then. I’ll leave things the way the

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t have to see him naked to know there’s a gorgeous body hiding under those clothes. Suddenly I’m breathing harder and feeling flushed. This

he wet spot growing betwe