Libby sat in the faculty lounge on the top floor of the Humanities building. Resting her head back against the brick wall, gazing absently out the window, she exhaled. Where most friends she knew couldn’t wait for the final drone of a lecture long forgotten to end before the mass exodus of students leaving campus for Christmas like rats abandoning a sinking ship. Her desire to remain, seemed less than normal; but that was Libby.
“Brown-noser,” Brenda, her roommate, had called out to her as she made her way out in the soft downy snow that fell during the night.
A familiar smell seemed to waft over to her now favorite window seat breaking her from her thoughts. It was that mellow apple aroma from the pipe, whose owner she always seemed to miss by only by moments.
Libby scanned the lounge for a clue as to the identity of the man behind the pipe. Suddenly she stopped her search. To her modest delight, stood Professor Taylor, her English teacher. As she was cataloguing his many attributes he turned catching her eye and smiled. Mmm He was adorable and OMG is walking her way! Shit, too late to run now.
“Libby.” his voice made her tingly and her nipples harden instantly.
“Professor, Taylor,” she said shyly, noticing he carried two cups of something in his hand. Setting one down he added,
“Mind if I join you?”
“No not at all.”
“I thought you might need a something to warm you up,” he said flashing an incredible sexy smile.
Other than you? She thought.
He slipped his coffee and set it down.
“I hope you don’t think I do this sort of thing often, but I must be frank.” Libby looked at him.
“I think you are a very beautiful woman Libby, and I can’t let you leave for the semester without telling you.”
"No Professor, I...” her words caught in her throat as he caught her in a blistering kiss that left her clinging to him. She returned his kiss, and he trembled. Looking around he indicated the pantry just behind them.
As soon as the door closed, their clothes hit the floor. His hands and lips were everywhere. He pushed her up against the door, sliding down to his knees; lifting her legs over his shoulders sampling her sweetness, deep within her slickened folds.
Holy shit! She whimpered and ground herself on his knowing mouth. “Oh yea, I’m gonna come. Oh yes, ooh!” She cried holding him tightly. They dressed in relative silence, tiding up the pantry, eliminating any signs of their early morning “fuck session” and quietly exited the closet. He collected his things and turned to her with a smile.
“See you in class, Libby?” He asked
“Oh yes Professor,” she said breathlessly.
He turned to leave, then added,
“Same time tomorrow, then; For Coffee, tea, or me?” he said with very salacious grin.
“But of course, Professor.”
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