Ben

“What’s up, Sandra?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

I was in such a good mood; I couldn’t help smiling at her, even as she continued to frown at me.

“Wasn’t that Angela?” She asked suspiciously. “The professor you’re always complaining about that gives you trouble. What happened?”

I shrugged. “Nothing to worry about. I got in late to class, and she was annoyed as usual. Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything that important, anyway.”

“Oh,” she murmured, looking less suspicious. “Anyway, want to head out now? It’s almost lunch, and I’m feeling a little hungry, why don’t we eat?”

“Sure,” I said with a shrug.

I followed Sandra without a thought to where we were headed, but my mind was still back in that classroom with the professor.

Fuck.

She had looked so pretty on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock. I’d never thought much of her. Angela was just another staff member at the school, and I’d never paid much attention to them.

There were professors that accused me of being too carele