1. Playing with the Professor (Excerpt)


    Date: 11/11/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Dahlia, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    Thomas Craig had tried his best to pay attention to his faculty head’s story but the last thing he wanted to do was to listen to another one of Kennedy Williams’ self-adulating tales about his adventures in sub-Saharan Africa. He hated these school functions but he loved teaching. It was the only thing he still enjoyed doing after his wife passed a year and a half ago. But having to go to these student-teacher soirees was the very worst part of being a lecturer. At the very first opportunity, he escaped to the wine cellar claiming he was going to get some more libations but really, he just needed a break from eager-to-impress students and desperate-for-praise faculty members. He didn’t notice anyone come in after him. If he had, he might have thrown the cigarette away which would have been silly since the scent of tobacco filled the room. He turned to the doorway to find one of his brightest students, Claire Holmes, standing there. He was caught, there was no point in hiding. Claire shut the door behind her and proceeded into the cellar. “Professor Craig,” she said, acknowledging him. “Ms. Holmes,” he said, dabbing the cigarette with his finger and watching ash fall from the tip to the ground. “I prefer Claire.” He watched her as she watched him. “Bad habit,” he said before taking a drag. “Do you mind?” she asked, extending her hand. This surprised him. Ms. Holmes — Claire — had always seemed like a prim young woman. He would never have suspected that she was a smoker. He ...
    extended his hand to give it to her but she took two steps toward him so that they were only standing a foot apart. Why this made him nervous was unclear to Thomas. He let her take the cigarette from his hand and take a drag. He couldn’t help but watch her purse her lips before turning to her side and exhaling. And then she handed it back and he took a drag. And then he handed it to her, and so on and so forth until it had burned through and he watched her throw it on the floor and step on it with her black stiletto. Thomas’ heart skipped a beat. What was so thrilling about this? Was it sharing a secret smoke with a student of all people? Or was it the fact the she was standing so close to him? His eyes dropped to her chest, somewhat unconsciously, and he watched her cleavage rise up and down as she breathed. And then he checked himself. He was being rude. And she had noticed. His cheeks burnt red as he cleared his throat and tried to think of something to say. “Do you think I’m attractive?” “Excuse me?” he asked, perturbed. “Do you think I’m attractive?” she repeated, unfazed. He looked at her. At how her pony tail seemed to accentuate her high cheekbones, at how the blue dress contrasted wonderfully against her ebony skin. And how her deep brown eyes glistened under the yellow light above them. How her lips pouted in a devastatingly tantalising way. “I…” he stammered and then sighed. “It would be inappropriate for me to comment on your appearance, Ms. Holmes.” She tilted her ...
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