1. Academic Dishonesty 3


    Date: 9/27/2016, Categories: Reluctance, Author: eve_mercurio, Source: LushStories

    I shuffle around in my car as the pouring rains thunders around me. With one quick look in my rear view mirror I straighten my hair before stepping out of my car. With my umbrella in hand, I walk through the deserted parking lot avoiding large puddles, and straight to Professor Carter’s office. I pause at the door, having a moment of uncertainty but then every pent up emotion since our last encounter resurfaces and I push the door open. I pause for a brief second, sucking in air as I watch him turn around in his office chair and face me. “Good evening, Mr. Carter,” I greet him, as I slowly lock the door behind me, deliberately, and with purpose. His sea green eyes widen in surprise before smiling. “Why hello Anne. You look beautiful like always,” he says, rising up from his chair and walking towards me with a triumphant smirk. He thinks he has me but I belong to no one. “Oh Professor, you always try to win me over with flattery," I respond. I walk around him and settle myself in the same armchair I had been in a few days ago. The memories send a rush of blood to my lower extremities and make me readjust myself uncomfortably. “I knew you’d come back.” “Don’t flatter yourself. I really liked that scarf, which I believe you took without my permission," I say coyly, crossing my legs as I lean back into my chair. The trench coat opens up revealing skin. His eyes trail up my legs before settling on my face. “I did,” Mr. Carter says, before stepping towards me. I remain motionless ...
    as he reaches for something behind me. One fleeting second later, the soft silky material of the scarf comes into view between us and he steps back. “We need to talk,” he says stepping away from me. I get up from the armchair and walk towards him. I slip off my trenchcoat and reveal what I have been wearing underneath. His eyes travel up the black lacy stockings that cover my long legs pausing on the g-string and garter belt before trailing up to the tightly laced corset and settling on the curve of my breasts. I take one step closer towards him narrowing the distance between us. “We certainly do,” I agree, taking my scarf from his hand but his hold is tight. Our eyes meet and the amount of unresolved tension between us fills the room. The soft sound of rain from outside is the only thing we can hear as we both stare at each other. In one quick movement he yanks on the scarf and I stumble into his arms. His lips descend onto mine and I instantly respond at their softness. His hands roam the curves of my body and I sigh in pleasure. “What do you want from me, David?" I ask him, finally addressing him by his first name. “Everything. Every last part of you,” he whispers as his lips descend onto my neck. My fingers intertwine themselves into his hair and I pull his head away from me and push him onto the desk. “Correction. You want me for sex, Professor," I accuse. He opens his mouth but no words come out. He tries to get off the desk but I climb on top of him and straddle him ...
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