1. Academic Dishonesty


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: eve_mercurio, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    Hello Anne, I have recently reviewed your final paper, and would like to speak to you directly with some of my concerns. I understand that the semester has officially ended, but due to the nature of the matter. I expect to see you in my office tomorrow evening at 8:30. Sincerely, Prof.Carter Hmm. I reread the email that was sent yesterday. What could have been wrong with my paper? I spent weeks researching and editing on it. Sighing in frustration, and wishing I could enjoy my first night off from the semester I hop into my car and drive to campus but before I know it, I’m stuck in high traffic. Holy shit!! I’m going to be late. My grip on the steering wheel tightens the rest of the drive and I quickly park my car and start racing to his office. I look at the time. 8:45 Crap! I pause at the door before opening it slowly. I look up and find myself face to face with a crisp white collared shirt. I am not short by any particular means, but the close proximity seemed to emphasize this man’s physical dominance over my feminine figure. Feeling completely intimidated, I quickly step away from his personal space. “I apologize for being late, I got stuck in traffic,” I start to ramble before pausing. Professor Carter was staring at me with a certain type of intensity. The same type of intensity I had seen the first day of class when we first met. His sea-green eyes and chocolate curls captivate me and then release me when he turns away. I remember how I would discreetly look away but ...
    glance over to get good looks at him all throughout the semester. He was around six feet tall, with a physically lean but athletic figure worthy of inspiring many wet dreams that semester. I always couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have him pin me up against the wall and grind himself against me, but I would always snap at myself, trying to control my train of thoughts. My healthy sexual imagination did nothing to help alleviate the wetness, Professor Carter inspired between my legs. He was married and my teacher, and so at best he could only at best be a fantasy. “Anne, please sit down.” He points to an armchair in front of his desk. I nervously shuffle my way to the chair before hesitantly sitting down. “Professor Carter, what did you need to speak to me about?” I asked with curiosity. It struck me odd that he demanded to speak in person so late. “Anne, do you understand the university’s policy on academic integrity?” he responded with deep seriousness. I furrowed my brow in confusion. Seeing my reaction, Mr. Carter continued. “Academic dishonesty is a serious offense and can lead to expulsion. I’m sure that as a senior, all that hard work in your previous classes is not something you want to go to waste.” His eyes are staring into mine with something hidden underneath. “I don’t understand, what you’re trying to say Professor?” I ask, still not quite comprehending what he is trying to say. Professor Carter raises himself from his seat and slowly walks around me ...
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