slipped into her navy A-line skirt and matching sweater set the following morning once again before Gina had rolled out of bed. The skirt fell to mid-thigh and she was looking forward to the use of her cardigan to give her naughty Professor a show he’d never forget. Luckily, they lived in a climate where she didn’t have to worry about wearing a short skirt at the beginning of November.
She wondered if she’d ever get bored with the ritual of preparing herself. God, she hoped not. The waxing hadn’t been as arousing or painful as she’d expected. It was extremely clinical. The only excitement she felt during the process was the thought of the look on Professor Areleon’s face this morning when he got his first look at her bare pussy. The affect of the look on her nerve endings were reason enough to wonder why she hadn’t been getting regular waxings for years now.
As she walked to class, the nakedness under her skirt felt everything, the breeze, the whisper of the cotton of her skirt, the tops of her inner thighs. Each sensation added to her already desperate need for release. She had no idea how she was going to play with herself in class for an hour and stay on the fringes of an orgasm.
She hadn’t needed to arrive early to conceal herself this time, so people were milling about when she entered the classroom. A sharp pang of arousal hit her squarely in the belly at the thought of the possibility that she might be caught fingering herself in plain view of her Professor.
“Sabrina!” a guy who’d sat behind her all semester said when she made her way to her seat in the front row. “I missed you in class on Wednesday, where were you?” he asked.
“Oh, I had a touch of stomach flu, but I’m much better today,” she lied smoothly.
That’s too bad,” he said, sympathetically. “Professor A gave an inspiring lecture on arousal and sexual motivation. It was great. Plus, I really missed the smell of baby powder hitting my nose every time you fluff your hair,” he flirted, giving her a grin. Sabrina turned to face him full on at his last sentence. Looking over his shaggy surfer blonde hair and boyish grin, she concluded that he was definitely attractive enough. Yet, she knew by the cockiness in his smile and the shine of his hazel eyes that he was all talk and no real action.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” she smirked, her mind instantly going back to where she’d been for the lecture. Secretly pleased that she’d helped him deliver a legendary lecture.
“If you need help going over the notes you missed, you know, for the final, let me know,” he offered. The wink he shot her after his words had her biting her lip to fight the laughter threatening to burst free.
“I appreciate the offer, um, um,” she started, making it clear that she hadn’t noticed him enough to remember his name.
“Dan,” he huffed, his bravado flagging slightly.
“Oh, yes, Dan, I appreciate the offer, but I have a standing tutoring appointment with the Professor on Mondays,” she explained before turning back around in her seat. Her eyes locked a pair of pale blue ones dark with restrained anger glinting dangerously in them. Was he upset that she’d been talking to the guy behind her? Trying to calm his anger, she gave him her best smile and parted her knees slightly while moving the hem of her skirt up her leg to scratch an itch just inside her thigh.
She was relieved to watch his expression change from anger to intrigue at her action. With a look of concealed lust, he called the class to order, his eyes not leaving the sliver of exposed flesh she’d bared until she crossed her legs to wait for his signal.
**
Shaking his head slightly to clear his mind of the rage still pounding through his body at the sight of Sabrina biting her lip in flirtation at Dan, he started his lecture.
“Today, we are moving on to Chapter 9, but did anyone have any questions about what we discussed on Wednesday before I move on?” he
She wondered if she’d ever get bored with the ritual of preparing herself. God, she hoped not. The waxing hadn’t been as arousing or painful as she’d expected. It was extremely clinical. The only excitement she felt during the process was the thought of the look on Professor Areleon’s face this morning when he got his first look at her bare pussy. The affect of the look on her nerve endings were reason enough to wonder why she hadn’t been getting regular waxings for years now.
As she walked to class, the nakedness under her skirt felt everything, the breeze, the whisper of the cotton of her skirt, the tops of her inner thighs. Each sensation added to her already desperate need for release. She had no idea how she was going to play with herself in class for an hour and stay on the fringes of an orgasm.
She hadn’t needed to arrive early to conceal herself this time, so people were milling about when she entered the classroom. A sharp pang of arousal hit her squarely in the belly at the thought of the possibility that she might be caught fingering herself in plain view of her Professor.
“Sabrina!” a guy who’d sat behind her all semester said when she made her way to her seat in the front row. “I missed you in class on Wednesday, where were you?” he asked.
“Oh, I had a touch of stomach flu, but I’m much better today,” she lied smoothly.
That’s too bad,” he said, sympathetically. “Professor A gave an inspiring lecture on arousal and sexual motivation. It was great. Plus, I really missed the smell of baby powder hitting my nose every time you fluff your hair,” he flirted, giving her a grin. Sabrina turned to face him full on at his last sentence. Looking over his shaggy surfer blonde hair and boyish grin, she concluded that he was definitely attractive enough. Yet, she knew by the cockiness in his smile and the shine of his hazel eyes that he was all talk and no real action.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” she smirked, her mind instantly going back to where she’d been for the lecture. Secretly pleased that she’d helped him deliver a legendary lecture.
“If you need help going over the notes you missed, you know, for the final, let me know,” he offered. The wink he shot her after his words had her biting her lip to fight the laughter threatening to burst free.
“I appreciate the offer, um, um,” she started, making it clear that she hadn’t noticed him enough to remember his name.
“Dan,” he huffed, his bravado flagging slightly.
“Oh, yes, Dan, I appreciate the offer, but I have a standing tutoring appointment with the Professor on Mondays,” she explained before turning back around in her seat. Her eyes locked a pair of pale blue ones dark with restrained anger glinting dangerously in them. Was he upset that she’d been talking to the guy behind her? Trying to calm his anger, she gave him her best smile and parted her knees slightly while moving the hem of her skirt up her leg to scratch an itch just inside her thigh.
She was relieved to watch his expression change from anger to intrigue at her action. With a look of concealed lust, he called the class to order, his eyes not leaving the sliver of exposed flesh she’d bared until she crossed her legs to wait for his signal.
**
Shaking his head slightly to clear his mind of the rage still pounding through his body at the sight of Sabrina biting her lip in flirtation at Dan, he started his lecture.
“Today, we are moving on to Chapter 9, but did anyone have any questions about what we discussed on Wednesday before I move on?” he
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