Nesca sat in the back. She was going to have to break the news to Mr. Sexy. She had a feeling she wouldn't be missed. Some college guy sat right next to her, looking her over like a bug on a slide.
"Excuse me Miss Cutie, I'd like to get to know you, inside and out, before I make you mine, have you to show off, to make my boys jealous, to show 'em I got the prize of a lifetime."
She felt so uneasy she couldn't answer. She saw every eye in the class on her, then Professor Giovanni had finally entered.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Let's all continue from the last class. That would be our discussion of Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea". She smiled.
Class lasted the required forty-five minutes, but it seemed much longer to Nesca. She learned not a thing that day as she could concentrate only on her wild fantasies about the professor.
As the last person left class, he spoke, "You look really nice Ms. Omorose." He continued, "So what can I help you with today?"
An unhappy look crossed her face, "Well, I've decided to withdraw from the class." There was a long pause as he waited for her to carry on.
"It's because I haven't the smallest idea why I attempted to take this class, or why I even wanted to so badly. They said y. . . "
Her lips were suddenly crushed by his; his tongue probed her mouth. He grasped her by her "love handles" to draw her tight against him.
She felt his erection, hard against her belly, then tore away from his embrace.
"Sorry for interrupting, what were you saying?" he said as if he had not just fucked her mouth with his velvet tongue.
"Sorry, I have to go." She moved to escape but was lifted into his arms, his large strong arms enfolding her petite form. He gazed into her light brown, dazed and waiting eyes.
"Where are you going Ms. Omorose?"
The way he pronounced her name made her underwear damp. She pressed her thighs together, afraid he would scent the flow of her honey but his strong hands forced them open. He hoisted them around his waist. Her long gray dress rode up, revealing the red thong barely visible between her swollen lips.
Then he voiced his affections, "Don't keep it from me. I inhaled your sweet juice the first time we met. I was hooked. I'm not letting you get away now." The power of his words inflamed her.
