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I can’t do this without a pair of security panties. As I push past crumpled receipts and a stockpile of soy sauce packets and salt, my movements are frantic.Come on, fresh underwear! You’ve got to be in there!In my desperation, I knock an elbow into the door, hard.
I freeze.
“Ms. Anderson,’’ Professor Kane’s voice, sultry and deep, booms in the eerie silence.
It takes everything in me not to drop down beneath the door window.
It’s too late. She’s seen me.
“Ms. Anderson,” she repeats with the slow drawl of irritation.
My pussy aches, and a small whine escapes my lips.
Shit, I’m in trouble.
chapter three
LUCY
Professor Kane’s dark brown, almost black, eyes are fixed on me. Her mouth is small, but her lips are full, and even from a distance, I can see she is frowning.
“I see you, Ms. Anderson. Come in,” she says firmly.
She leans, ass sitting on the front of her desk, arms crossed over her chest. The shirt sleeves pull tight, revealing the soft indent of her capable arms as they press her breasts upward. There’s a soft blonde sheen on her forearms I’ve never seen before; it’s so pretty, I want to paint her…
I want to touch her…and kiss her…and get on my knees for her…and…
“Ms. Anderson,” she practically yells, leaving no room for disagreement.
I jump, shoving the door open and scurrying into the lecture hall. Without the benefit of fresh underwear and a wet wipe, my thick thighs slip against each other with no friction at all.
My heart is racing so fast, it hurts, as I stand at the top of the stairs and squeak out the words, “You called on me?”
Professor Kane frowns, her pale brows pulling together like arrows pointing to the disapproval in the deep crease between them. She looks different tonight. A few blonde curls from herlow ponytail have come loose and hang right below the delicate sharpness of her cheekbones. And her eyes—lightly lined at the corners, they seem to flash red in the moonlight as she stares at me unflinchingly. Her displeasure seems to have increased.
My legs feel like warm Jell-O; I could tumble head over heels down the steps of the lecture hall at any moment and land at her feet. I’d smile at the thought, but she’s staring at me so intensely, I must’ve done something wrong. I want to fix it immediately. I want to make her smile.
“What? Is something on my face? Paint?” I quickly swipe at my cheek and then remember the newly discovered blue splotch on my thigh. I push the corner of my skirt high on my leg and attack the paint with my short nails. “Sorry, I know I got some here. It just won’t come off?—”
I raise the skirt higher to get a better angle.
“Stop!” Professor Kane hits the corner of her desk with that black pointer stick thing, and I freeze, hand still holding the hem of my skirt. Her dark gaze dips to my thighs and then quickly back up. Her frown deepens. “Drop. The. Skirt.”
I drop it and swallow hard.
Her voice softens and slows as she adds, “You came to see me, Ms. Anderson?—”
“Lucy,” I jump in, my body humming with energy I’m desperate for her to direct. She is just so certain and sure…Just tell me what to do…
“Fine. Lucy.” She exhales slowly, her eyes closing for a moment as she says my name. “Now is not a good time. I’m about to leave.”
She grips the pointer tightly with both hands as she looks out the large window—the moon is high in the sky, nearly full, only a sliver missing—before directing her focus back to me.
“Your final grade was generous. You passed, and unless I’m mistaken, the Fine Art Conservatory’s graduation was today, so there is nothing more I can do for you?— ”
“You know what school I go to?” My heart beats a little faster,my face warming as I rock back on my heels.Professor Kane knows where I go to school. She knows I graduated.
“I’m not done, Lucy,” she sighs, looking back to the moon as if it will calm her before continuing, “You came to my door. So why are you here? And spit it out, quickly.”
