Teachers Pet
Moira Honey
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Moira Honey
All rights reserved.
First book in the Behind Closed Doors series
The material in this document features graphic depictions of a sexual nature, and is intended for a mature, adult audience only. All characters featured in this book are over the age of consent.
Teachers Pet
Chantal’s in trouble. She’s at risk of failing her English class and losing her full scholarship. What’s a desperate student to do? Seek out her college professor and his assistant for their adroit tutelage.
Can she rise up to the challenge and prove to them she’s more than willing to do anything they demand to pass with flying colors?
I headed to his office promptly at two o’clock as planned to review my essay I’d been struggling with since the beginning of the week. My term wasn’t going well. Bad classes, too much work and no time to do it. The norm for any sane coed.
The essay wasn’t really the entire problem. The source of my consternation wasn’t the content. My instructor, this man I was going to pay a much-needed visit too, was. I wanted him. Yearned for this college Professor of mine since the beginning of this long endless term. A sentiment he reciprocated with feigned reluctance.
I wanted to fuck him, and him me. I had been having dreams of what it would be like to feel him inside of me. To finally discover instead of dream of how hard he would feel and how deeply he would thrust within me.
I strolled up the sidewalk leading to the entrance of the English Building. Forbidden fantasies raced through my mind of what we’d do. I practically creamed myself.
My outfit passed as one that could still get me by as the serious student, but barely. Since it was a scorcher on campus, I wore a sheer slip hidden under the simple yet short cotton skirt and shoulder less blouse. I topped my outfit off with a pair of spiky black fuck me heels with open toes, and a pair of crotch less panties. All would be easy to remove, which was crucial.
A hot breeze crawled up my bare flesh and sent anticipatory shivers down my spine and between my thighs to rustle the uncovered curls there. It bypassed them and caressed the flesh they hid. It teased my nipples, hardening them into erect sensitive points.
I imagined his large hands with their long slender fingers like those of a pianist touching me everywhere, especially in places where I had allowed few to venture. And then there was his full mouth. Wide and sensuous with lips that looked like they could suck a woman’s juices dry, and a tongue that could serve as a sword to pierce and play with even the most sensitive of pearls.
My pulse quickened as I made my way into the building. The sudden drop in temperature, along with the excitement for what was to come, sent gooseflesh breaking out on my arms. I gasped and briefly closed my eyes. Reopening them, I focused on the opening car door of the elevator.
Stepping inside, I waited to ascend to the third floor. I stood in the corner behind two gossiping secretaries who paid me no mind. I was a student like many, invisible, indistinguishable. One of many with my briefcase on wheels and impatient demeanor. I had places to go, people to see.
We exited. I then hurried to his office, where he waited patiently.
“Oh good. You’re early.” A friendly, professional smile crept across his sensual lips. His dark, astute gaze skimmed over me, pausing slightly to take in my breasts with their coral tipped nipples peeking through as they nearly spilled out of my top. He refocused on my face and shuffled some papers on his desk, a furrow appearing on his brow.
I set my compact, black beaded purse on his desk and propped my briefcase beside it then waited.
“I was concerned you’d cancel, Chantal,” he said, rising from his seat to toss an empty chip bag in the trashcan. “It’s almost the end of the term. You don’t have much time to improve your grade.”
“I wouldn’t miss this for anything, Professor Allan. I need this.” I sent him a small, contrite smile, my eyes never leaving his. “I know I should’ve sought you out sooner, but…” I shrugged. “I thought I could do it without your help. I do hope it’s not too late to redeem myself.”
I took a seat in the chair beside the desk and crossed my legs, exposing a long expanse of smooth, bare thigh that he took in with great appreciation. His gaze traveled up my legs to my hips and breasts, then to my face. My pussy clenched with need.
“No…there’s still a chance you’ll pass. But it’ll be tough. I’ll be straight with you about that, Chantal,” he lectured in that serious, firm, teacher-to-student tone that always got me hot. “But I think if we work together, with a little help from Caine, you’ll do just fine.”