Talented
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,580
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
chapter 6
Chapter 6
Two days passed before their lecture met again. He was nervous t see her. He\'d thought things would be ok between them but he hadn\'t talked to her about what had happened. He was hoping he\'d be able to speak to her after class… he had to. He picked up his briefcase and headed to the lecture hall.
When he entered the hall he saw her sitting in her normal seat, in her normal clothes, with the normal expression on her face. She hadn\'t seen him yet so he walked to his desk in the front of the room. He placed his things down and looked, at the class, but mainly at her. She smiled at him, not a huge smile, but it was enough to make him calm down a bit. He smiled back at her and began class.
Throughout the lecture he would glance at her. She would make small gestures that would make him go crazy. She would put her hair up and touch her collar bone while looking at him, eyes full with desire. She was sitting in the front row of the stadium style lecture hall. He looked at her while he gave his lecture, getting excited at her slight touches. He noticed her every move. She uncrossed her legs and lightly touched her inner thigh. He was shaking he was so turned on. \'Class had to end soon\' he thought \'I can\'t handle this.\'
Luckily he was able to get through the two hour lecture. As everyone was leaving he moved to the door to make sure to catch Chelsea on her way out. He watched through the crowd of people for her but couldn\'t find her.
\'God did I miss her?\' he thought as he closed the door and turned back into the room, head down, a little distraught.
He was walking towards his desk. He looked up and saw her. She was sitting on his desk, legs crossed. Her legs looked long and soft and his breathing stopped for a moment. \"Chelsea...\"
\"Professor,\" she said, uncrossing her legs and opening them wide, her skirt consequently rising high on her thighs. He looked down, amazed with what he saw. \"I believe you have something of mine…\"
Two days passed before their lecture met again. He was nervous t see her. He\'d thought things would be ok between them but he hadn\'t talked to her about what had happened. He was hoping he\'d be able to speak to her after class… he had to. He picked up his briefcase and headed to the lecture hall.
When he entered the hall he saw her sitting in her normal seat, in her normal clothes, with the normal expression on her face. She hadn\'t seen him yet so he walked to his desk in the front of the room. He placed his things down and looked, at the class, but mainly at her. She smiled at him, not a huge smile, but it was enough to make him calm down a bit. He smiled back at her and began class.
Throughout the lecture he would glance at her. She would make small gestures that would make him go crazy. She would put her hair up and touch her collar bone while looking at him, eyes full with desire. She was sitting in the front row of the stadium style lecture hall. He looked at her while he gave his lecture, getting excited at her slight touches. He noticed her every move. She uncrossed her legs and lightly touched her inner thigh. He was shaking he was so turned on. \'Class had to end soon\' he thought \'I can\'t handle this.\'
Luckily he was able to get through the two hour lecture. As everyone was leaving he moved to the door to make sure to catch Chelsea on her way out. He watched through the crowd of people for her but couldn\'t find her.
\'God did I miss her?\' he thought as he closed the door and turned back into the room, head down, a little distraught.
He was walking towards his desk. He looked up and saw her. She was sitting on his desk, legs crossed. Her legs looked long and soft and his breathing stopped for a moment. \"Chelsea...\"
\"Professor,\" she said, uncrossing her legs and opening them wide, her skirt consequently rising high on her thighs. He looked down, amazed with what he saw. \"I believe you have something of mine…\"