Allie's alarm blared at 7 o clock sharp. She had an 8 o clock class to prepare for. 7 came far too quickly. She was up much later than she should have been the night before, studying for her French exam. She left her dorm and traveled across the campus for her history class. She wore a little plaid skirt with stockings, and black tight fitting shirt. She loved this outfit, she liked playing the role of a good girl, but deep down she wasn't. She felt like a naughty school girl whenever she wore this outfit. She always got glances when she wore it too. It showed off her shapely legs and perky breasts. Many men fantasized about the innocent school girl, and she knew it.
She made it to her first class with some time to spare. She pulled out her phone and began reading a story she'd begun the day before on her Lit app. She knew it was risky, but the naughtiness of it thrilled her. She could get caught at any time. She secretly wanted people to know she wasn't all that innocent, but was happy playing the role for now. The professor soon walked in and she closed out the app.
Professor McDermott. He was so sexy. Many of the girls desired him. He was single, recently divorced from his wife. Allie had to admit; even she fantasized about him sometimes late at night when she played with herself. He was a tall man with a thick head of hair that was always styled a little messy. He kept his appearance young despite the fact that he was in his forties. He knew all of the current slang and was very popular with students.
The lecture began and despite his enthusiastic teaching style Allie felt herself drifting off towards the middle. She knew she had dozed a few times and the gap in her notes reaffirmed her knowledge. The class came down to the last minute. As the rest of the class was released Professor McDermott called Allie's name.
"Allie, do you have a moment?"
Allie glanced at the clock, she had 1 hour before her next class.
"Sure!"
She worried she had been found out. Another class was gathering outside, waiting to fill the room. Allie walked side by side with her professor, trying to keep her breathing even. Did he knew she fantasized about being alone with him? Was he mad she'd fallen asleep?
"How are you doing this semester?" he asked with a friendly smile
"Alright, I've been cramming for midterms; I was up half the night studying for French."
He nodded "I always had a hard time studying for tests as well. I never took French, but I am fluent in Italian. I always stressed out majorly before a test."