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By´╝ÜMadison Faye







He nods quickly. “Yes, sir.”





“Move.”





He shoots one quick last look at Ellie before turning and skulking away.





I turn my attention back to her, still looking at me with those big eyes, her mouth hanging open. “Look, I hope I wasn’t putting my nose where it doesn’t belong.”





And immediately, I can think of a few other things I want to put where they don’t belong with this girl.





She smiles at me, that same grin from outside the coffee shop, and I can feel my cock twitch a little in my jeans. “Oh, no, that was…” She trails off and bites her lip. “Thank you,” she says quietly.





“Everything okay?”





“Yeah,” she rolls her eyes, her cheeks flushing pink. “He’s just a jerk.”





Her eyes dart up to mine, and I can see her breath catch a little in her throat. “Look, Professor Mar-”





“You should have said something,” I say, cutting her off and holding those big blue eyes with my own.





I don’t know why I say it, especially since I’m already probably crossing some sort of line by intervening with whatever drama that just was with Ted. These are adults, after-all, and this isn’t high school or anything. But really, she should have said something. I mean she stood there letting me hit on her, clearly not realizing who she was with those damn shades and that fuckin’ hat on.





Clearly not realizing she was my damn student.





And for a second, as roaring hard and single-mindedly turned on I am for her, that little fact starts to sink in. She’s my student. I could technically lose my job over this shit if she decided to report me for harassment or something. You hear horror stories of some flirty young coed accusing a non-tenured professor of “offering to change her grade” or some sort of bullshit, and the guys career is ruined even if he never laid on a hand on her.





She’s quiet, chewing on her bottom lip as that flush creeps over her cheeks and her big wide eyes locked on mine.





“Look, I’m, uh-” I cough suddenly realizing my hand is still on her arm and dropping it as I clear my throat. “Look, I’m sorry if I was inappropriate. Your sunglasses, and the hat-”





“It’s okay, Professor Martin.”





Fuck.





There’s something so innocent about the way she says it, something off-limits and wrong about the way it almost sounds like she’s acquiescing to me that gets my cock rock hard in my jeans.





“Well, listen, I really didn’t recognize you, although I have no fucking idea how I didn’t with you front and center in class every day like you are.”





It’s not really flirtatious, but she blushes like I just dropped a line on her.





“You’re sure I can’t pay for the shirt.”





She laughs, and it’s this musical sound, her whole face twinkling as she smiles. “No, honestly, I’m the one that should be paying for yours.”





I shrug. “We’ll just say it’s covered by your tuition.”





She grins, biting her lip. “I’m here on a scholarship.”





Damn, is this girl hitting on me? It’s shy and inexperienced, which makes no sense coming from a girl that looks like his, but she’s almost flirting with me.





“Ah, well, in that case, I’m going to need you to pay for the shirt.”





She laughs again, and I realize I’m grinning like an idiot, allowing myself to flirt right back with this girl that I should not be flirting with.





She opens her perfect, pouty lips to start to say something, but then quickly closes it, her cheeks getting redder.





“Listen, you sure everything’s okay with that jackass?”





She grins at me and nods quickly. “It’s okay, really. Just an asshole.”





The thought of him being a jilted lover or an ex or something has me tensing my muscles all over again. The thought of her being with anyone - let alone a douchebag like that - has me seeing red for a second; like she’s mine.





And she’s not - not mine, that is - but that’s not to say I’m not thinking of every single way I want to make her mine.





“Well listen, if you need to talk, my office is always open.” I shrug, “I work late.”





She blushes again and bites that damn bottom lip again. “Thanks, Professor.”





We’re standing in the damn hallway of the school, surrounded by people, and all I can think about is tearing that shirt off her and burying my face in those ripe young tits. All I can picture is her bouncing up and down on my cock, that tight barely legal pussy gripping my shaft as she moans my name and comes for me. I’m imagining throwing her legs up over my shoulders and fucking her like a girl like that needs to be fucked until I pump every drop of my cum deep inside that fertile young cunt.

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