Page 30 of Folds
I groan as she works the length of her fingers back and forth. My hips buck, and I lay all my weight on the heavy wooden desk, having to hold onto the far edge to stabilize myself.
“That’s it, Lucy. You take what I give you, and you say thank you for it.” Her sultry voice is interrupted with heavy breathing.
“Thank you, Professor,” I whimper and mean it.
Every late-night fantasy, every time I rode the bus after class with panties stuck to my core, every time I had to find a public bathroom to get myself off because I couldn’t make it home—none of it compares to reality.
“Thank you,” I gasp as I feel her straddle one of my legs, kicking my feet apart before she presses her crotch against my ass. She works my cunt with her fingers as she grinds herself into my hips.
Harder, faster, she thrusts with her hand and hips, using my body to get off as she pushes her cunt against me..
“Oh God, thank you,” I groan, my body writhing under the onslaught of Professor Kane’s ministrations until I’m so close to coming, I’m clawing at the wood desk.
Suddenly, something sharp slides over my swollen folds, and my hips jump.
“Ouch!” I hiss and then let out a short laugh. “I think you got me with your nail.”
“I hurt you?” Professor Kane sounds worried.
“It’s just a nick,” I tell her.
“No, there’s blood,” she bellows, her voice suddenly sounding distraught and far away. “Lucy, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I promise.” Lifting my hips to her, I frantically add, “We don’t need to stop.”
Silence fills the room.
I lie over the desk, ass up, panting as my clit aches, so close to orgasm only to be suddenly interrupted. I’m wet and swollen, buther hand is no longer there; her strong, delicate fingers no longer tease me closer and closer to the edge.
“Professor?” I moan, pushing my hips back as I search for contact. “Please,” I whimper.
“This…this was a bad idea,” Professor Kane’s voice growls, and I feel my pussy clench at her roughness. “You should leave, Lucy.”
“No,” I hiss. This was everything I wanted and more, and now, she’s just stopping? I don’t understand.Icame to her.Ibegged her.
“Yes.” Professor Kane’s voice is just as loud as before, but there is a distance now, and I no longer feel the heat of her on my ass. “This is serious, Lucy. This isn’t fair to you. You don’t know what you walked into.”
“I do. I know exactly what I signed up for.”
Pushing myself up from the desk, I hold on to the edge as my legs wobble.
I don’t see her immediately, and when I do, she is nothing more than a black shadow in the dark corner of the room, her body moving erratically. “Professor Kane? Are you okay?”
“Lucy! I’m fine, but you don’t know what I am, what I’ll become.”
“But I?—”
“Go,” she barks. “Now!”
I don’t want to go. I’d give anything to stay, but she asked me to leave, and I want to do what she asks. My feet move up the stairs, seemingly without my control, as I race to grab my bag and climb to the exit.
“Professor, I understand you. I really do. I don’t need to leave. Let me explain.”
“You don’t, Lucy, you can’t. This isn’t fair to you. Just leave,now!”
I race out of the dark lecture hall, down the hall, and up the stairs, then down the second set of stairs. Growls and hisses echo in the tiled hallway behind me. I want to go back to check on her.I know what she is—I knowwhoshe is. I was hoping my final paper might give her a hint. I should’ve told her, but when I stumbled into her lecture hall, I could barely form a coherent sentence, let alone let her know I know her secret.
As the glass double doors come into view, a long, booming howl fills the empty building, and a security guard walking down the small pathway stills at the noise.
