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She arrived 5 minutes early, the same time she arrived every day. She sat down in the center seat of the first row, the same place she had sat since the first week of class. The only thing different about today's class was her outfit.
Normally she wore something subdued, plain. Standard baggy shirt to hide her erect nipples, standard pants, nothing fancy, but she was tired of that, her soaked panties after every class wanted more.
Mary wasn't sure when she had developed a crush on her professor, but she was unable to think of anyone else during the long summer break. Every time she felt a dampness between her legs it was because she had been thinking about him...all those incredible orgasms were thanks to him. One time she had been so lost in thinking about him she hadn't even heard her mom come in...
She hadn't even realized she had a crush one him until one day while working on something he assigned she suddenly found herself deep in fantasy with her hand in her panties, she only noticed because of the dampness on her hand. Thinking back, she might have even developed her crush the first time she saw him, doing a tequila shot with his friends at the bar. A brand-new professor and her a brand-new junior. Maybe that's why she had taken his intro to physics class while being an arts major, though she told people it was the only science requirement she could get. It just took a while to realize how deep her desire for him went. After that it was hard to pretend that he didn't make her want to explore herself with him beyond the classroom. She knew it was wrong and didn't think she would push it that far or that he would do it, but she had to try something.
That class had been tortured for her, not that she hadn't done well, pulling an A+ in the class but because he was all she pictured when she closed her eyes and why she went through 4 sets of batteries in her vibrator that semester. Her lust was all consuming.
Today though she was going to get her revenge. It was her senior year, and this was her last class after today he would be gone from her life, and she had to act.
Mary slides into her desk and as usual he was just standing there not noticing her. She would make him notice. She took off her sweatshirt revealing the tiny and loose-fitting top, instantly and clearly noticeable that she was not wearing a bra. Her sweatshirt had been long enough to hide the tiny skirt below, leaving the people who passed by her wondering if she was wearing anything else at all. She could feel those horny boys looking at her, staring. It was a nice feeling, but she wanted a man to stare like that at her and not those boys. They were appetizers and she was hungry for a meal.
She got comfortable in her seat, letting her breasts hang in her loose shirt. She knew her breasts weren't huge by any means, but they were a nice B cup and very perky. Her areolas were large or at least she thought they were, and she knew after hours picking out just the right clothes to wear, that they were very visible above the cut of her dress when she leaned just so. She knew her hard nipples would show well when she arched her back and they pushed against the fabric of her shirt that they would try to press through.
Shit, she had only just sat down and already she was wet. She almost started to have second doubts about it, but the wetness was there already, and she knew she had to go through with it. She had ditched her panties earlier and the wetness on her skirt would be obvious if she got up now...a year of pent-up desire. If even for a moment she wanted him to feel the uncontrollable horniness she had felt just being in his presence. This was her time to be in charge of desire.
"Alright everyone, be seated and we will start the final in a second" he stated. Sure, it was typical of what professors were expected to say but as he passed out the final, he noticed her. She had made sure he would notice but still she had had her doubts. As he counted out the sheets his eyes noticed the cleavage. Though he tried to avert his eyes they lingered. He peered closer trying to see if indeed she had no bra on or if it was just ill fitting. Looking down her top till he realized he was obvious. He pulled away quickly his face showing a slight blush, no one noticed but her.