Page 35 of Lessons in Touch

I walk out of the conference room with his eyes and voice trailing after me.

“Don’t fuck a student, Gabriel! However good her pussy might be!”

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My advanced seminar begins in the afternoon. I walk into the classroom and notice that Rose is there, attending the class. She is seated near the front and has a serious expression on her face.

I take my place at the lectern and spread my notes on merger regulations before me. The classroom is quiet and respectful, and they are all waiting to take notes. Meanwhile, I try my hardest not to look at Rose, because I don’t want to raise suspicions.

“Merger regulations ensure market stability,” I begin the lecture. “The 1914 Clayton Act, for instance, prohibits acquisitions that reduce competition.”

Our eyes meet, and the air crackles. I can see our secret etched on her face. Our nights in the costume room, my cock inside her, and her moans echoing. She shifts and drops her hand under the desk. I watch as she brushes her thigh under her skirt. It’s a subtle tease that makes my cock twitch.

This act,” I continue, gripping the lectern, “targets monopolistic practices, balancing power.”

I try to continue speaking, but her hand is still under the desk. She’s tracing slow circles on her skin, and her eyes are locked on mine.

But I have to force myself to focus. “By 1980, the Hart-Scott-Rodino Act required pre-merger notifications.”

Rose leans forward and presses her breasts against the desk. Her shirt is thin, and she’s revealing to me that she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples, hard and sharp, strain against the fabric. My mouth goes suddenly dry, and I have an erection throbbing in my pants.

I am hidden from sight by the lectern, which gives me a bit of relief. I know that none of the students can see it. But my brain understands how dangerous this situation is. If anyone saw, if anyone even noticed, I would get fired on the spot.

But that is exactly what turns me on.

“This ensures federal oversight,” I say, and try not to seem too obvious.

She adjusts herself and rubs her breasts deliberately against the desk. I try not to look directly at her, but I can see her opening her mouth just a little. She’s poking her tongue out as she takes notes. That mouth that sucks my cock so well, that tongue that held my cum. I nearly lose my place.

“Antitrust laws,” I press on, “protect consumers from predatory pricing.”

Her fingers slip higher, and she grazes her inner thigh. Her movements are hidden from others, but I know that they are meant for me. My cock strains against my pants, getting a little painful now.

“Violations lead to divestitures,” I continue.

But I can’t help it. I have to look at her. I have to see what she’s doing. Rose is red in the face now, which tells me that she’s turned on as well. She’s teasing herself for me, touching herself under the desk.

Unbelievably, I watch as she rests her left hand on her chest. I can see that her fingers are teasing one of her nipples through her shirt, and it’s driving me wild.

“Modern mergers face global scrutiny,” I conclude, facing the class, but my eyes find hers. The tension between us is a forbidden and electric wire. And it’s pulling us toward the inevitable.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the bell rings, and the students file out. But Rose stays behind. I know what she wants and I simply can’t wait. I want it too, maybe even more than she does.

“Miss Devereaux, I want to have a word with you.”

After the last student closes the door, we are finally alone.

“Yes, Professor Thorn? What would you like to tell me, Sir?”

She’s pretending to be the good student and the good girl. And it’s driving me insane.

“What was that?” I ask, and I gesture to her desk. “Were you teasing me in front of everyone?”

“I couldn’t help it. You make it hard to focus, Professor.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Rose, but I’m done resisting.”

“Are you?” she continues to provoke me.