I went to my English Professor’s office to see if he had graded my first paper. I knocked on the door and he answered. I told him my name and why I was there. He said that he normally only sees students during specific office hours, but that he would make an exception for me. The assignment was to write a paper on the symbolism in “The Scarlet Letter,” by Hawthorne. Read it in high school, so I hoped I would do well on the paper. I always got A’s in high school on my papers, but college is a lot harder.
He sat at his desk and I sat in the chair in front of him. I looked at my Professor. I took a good look at him while he searched for my paper in his big stack of papers. This guy is kind of cute. He has curly brown hair, tall, nice build, sparkling blue eyes behind his glasses, but seems really straight-laced and conservative. I knew the first time that I saw him that it was going to be a tough class. It is a pretty big classroom, so this was my first chance to really get a look at him.
He said that he enjoyed reading my paper and was looking forward to my next on, as he handed me my paper with a big red “A” on the top. I thanked him. I told him that I was probably disturbing his lunch and I was meeting my roommates for lunch. He reached into his desk. He pulled out a sandwich and a big red juicy apple. I was listening as he made references to the Hawthorne book referencing sin, temptation and sex being the forbidden fruit. He was holding the apple by the stem and spinning it. He took a big bite out of the apple. Then he leaned over the desk and asked me if I wanted a bite. I leaned over the desk towards him and took a bite from the apple. Then he said, “I won’t keep you from your lunch date. Wish I was having you for lunch, but I must get back to grading papers.”
I ended up at lunch with my girlfriends. It was hard to concentrate on the conversation at lunch. I keep re-playing my Professor’s words in my head. “Wish I was having you for lunch,” is a pretty sexy thing to say. I keep fantasizing about him having me on his desk, panties off and him licking my pussy with this tongue until I cum all over his face. I love being fucked on a table. Let’s see what I get on my next paper.
Lick me,
Layla
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