It was Tuesday afternoon. Caroline finished her sociology exam, reasonably sure she’d aced it. Dr. Clarke had made the entire exam essays, allowing the students to show just how much they’d really learned. Caroline was glad it was her last exam of the day; she’d written several pages worth of answers, and her hand was cramped. Dr. Clarke allowed the students to leave once they had finished.
Caroline stopped by the cafeteria. As it was exam week the students needed all the brain fuel they could get. The cafeteria was open twenty-four hours, serving up a variety of cereals, sandwiches, and fruit and vegetables. They also kept an endless supply -- so it seemed to the students -- of water, juice, coffee and soda on hand. Caroline grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of orange-banana-pineapple juice and headed upstairs to the dorm lounge.
Several students were busy studying for their next exams. Others were chilling and having a good time decompressing. Caroline saw one of her friends from sociology. Heather walked over and sat next to Caroline. She, too, had stopped by the cafeteria; she was sipping a can of Mountain Dew and munching on an apple.
“Hey, Heather!” Caroline said. “How do you think it went?”
“Pretty good,” Heather said. “I think I got at least a low A. My hand is so cramped, and I still have another exam.”
“That sucks,” Caroline said sympathetically. “What class?”
“My gen-ed communications course,” Heather answered. “It’s online though, so it shouldn’t be bad. Well, I’m off to study in the library. Just gotta grab my notebook from my room.”
“Good luck!” Caroline said.
Heather disappeared around the corner. Caroline went back to her room. There was nothing really to do now until she went to Dr. Clarke’s office after dinner. She only had one more exam, which was on Thursday, and it was only a gen-ed religion studies exam. She slipped her jeans and sweater off, revealing matching lacy dark blue bra and boyshort panties. She slipped a long shirt on and lay on the bed.
She began to imagine what might happen later that evening. Dr. Clarke had certainly looked hot in her low cut navy blue wrap dress and heels. Caroline was also pretty sure she’d caught a glimpse of her professor’s nude thigh-high stockings. Caroline’s pussy began to ache; she felt herself swelling. She moved a hand slowly down her body, sliding it between her legs.
Her cell phone suddenly dinged, shaking her from her lusty daydream. Caroline checked the message. It was from a freshman asking for help studying for her intro-level sociology exam tomorrow. Caroline replied and said she’d meet them in Lerner Hall. Caroline slipped on a grey sweater dress and black leggings and headed over to help the freshmen.
Two hours later they were done, and it was dinner time. Caroline headed over to the cafeteria and grabbed some chicken tenders and a salad and some coffee and took a seat towards the back of the room. She fidgeted as she ate, waiting for Dr. Clarke to text her. She finished her meal, placed her tray and dishes in the cleaning bins, and was about to get on the elevator when her phone chirped.
“Have dinner yet?” the text said.
“I did, but I still want dessert,” Caroline replied, adding a wink emoji.
“Then please join me for something sweet,” Dr. Clarke’s text said.
Caroline walked quickly through the brisk winter evening. It was already dark, but the lights of New York City filled the cloudy sky. Caroline entered the office building and made her way to Dr. Clarke’s door. The door was open, and Caroline let herself in. Dr. Clarke was sitting on her office couch, grading some papers. She looked up and smiled when she saw Caroline.
“Hi, Kitty,” Emma said.
“Good evening, Emma,” Caroline replied, taking a seat on the couch next to her professor. “Grading papers?”
“As a matter of fact I am. Specifically today’s exams. Would you like to know how you did?”
“Yes, please,” Caroline answered with nervous anticipation.
A broad smile broke across Emma’s face.
“You passed with a ninety-eight percent,” Emma said. “I had to dock you in your third essay because you blatantly misspelled a name.”
“I thought I had,” Caroline said. “But I am happy with the grade!”
Emma stood, put her papers on her desk, and made sure her office door was shut and locked. She also lowered the blinds to make sure no one could see inside. She returned to the couch and sat next to Caroline. Emma ran her hand along Caroline’s cheek.
“It is cold outside?” Emma asked softly.
“It’s chilly, yes,” Caroline answered.
“Then allow me to warm you up,” Emma said, pressing her mouth against Caroline’s.
