7. He’s alone in the classroom… except for the professor

Meg entered the classroom to see it empty except for the TA and her professor. Dr. Whitley was an older man, probably in his 60s, with salt and pepper hair and round, gold glasses framing brown eyes. The two turned a little in surprise to see someone entering the room.

“Ah, either someone didn’t read her email or someone actually showed up for an optional study session at 9:00.” Dr. Whitely had a sarcastic tone that indicated he thought it was far more likely the former than the later.

“Oh, um..” Meg fumbled to save face “no I’m here for the study session.”

“Well then, color me surprised.” Dr. Whitley smiled and sat down in the front row. “In that case Spencer we’ll do a little surprise observation as well. Why don’t you take the stage.”

“Right, sure.” Spencer sounded less than sure. But he pulled up the slides and began the review session with aplomb.

In the unit before the midterm, they’d been covering intro to genetics. As Spencer talked about reproduction and gene combination, Meg couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to combine their genes a little. Not that she wanted to get knocked up, that would ruin her college career, but with everything going on in her life she couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to have his cock twitch deep inside her.

She was seated next to Dr. Whitley and the thought occurred to her that she could probably masturbate if she angled her books correctly so he wouldn’t see. She’d worn a skirt today, it was nice, and she could easily hike up the hem and reach into her panties. If she could stay quiet, she could do something to quell her fantasies. She could get off.