Barely.

Bianca makes her way home as quickly as she can, her heart pounding with anticipation for their next encounter. As she walks, she can't help but replay the events of the morning in her mind, the feel of Dr. Davis's hands on her skin, the taste of his lips on hers, the sensation of his length filling her so completely.

She arrives at her apartment building and hurries up to her unit, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. As soon as she is inside, she strips off her clothes, wincing as the fabric brushes against her sensitive skin still tingling from their lovemaking. She tosses the garments into the hamper, not bothering to fold them, her mind focused solely on preparing for class.

Bianca quickly brushes her teeth, scrubbing away any lingering traces of last night that might draw attention. She also takes a moment to freshen up, using a quick-drying shampoo to tame her hair and a light dusting of makeup to cover any signs of fatigue or arousal.

As she finishes getting ready, she feels a wicked idea forming in her mind.

She walks over to her dresser and opens the bottom drawer, rummaging through it until she finds what she's looking for - a pair of stockings with delicate lace tops. Bianca smiles to herself, imagining the effect they might have on Dr. Davis. She rolls them up her legs, the silky material feeling deliciously sensual against her skin.

Next, she selects a baby blue lace bra and matching panties, the soft fabric clinging to her curves in a way that makes her feel desirable and powerful. She slips into the lingerie, admiring how it enhances her figure in all the right places.

From the closet, Bianca chooses a black dress that hugs her body in a flattering way. The dress has a slit up to her thigh, promising a tantalizing glimpse of skin with every move she makes. She puts it on, zipping it up slowly and purposefully, enjoying the way the fabric clings to her body.

Bianca stands in front of the mirror, taking in her reflection. The black dress is a stark contrast to her fair skin, the baby blue lingerie peeking out from under it like a forbidden treasure. The stockings make her legs look endless, and she runs her hands over the silky material, relishing the sensation.

With one last touch-up to her makeup, Bianca is ready to face the day.

She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage, and heads out the door, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As she makes her way to campus, Bianca can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The black dress hugs her curves in a way that makes her feel powerful, and the baby blue lingerie underneath is like a secret only Dr. Davis knows about. She quickens her pace, the click-clack of her heels echoing on the sidewalk.

When she arrives at the lecture hall, Bianca scans the room for an empty seat. Her eyes land on Robert, and she makes her way over to him, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Hi, Robert," she greets him, her voice low and sultry. "Mind if I sit here?"

Robert looks up at her, his eyes widening as he takes in her appearance. "Not at all, babe," he says, his voice slightly strained. "Saved it for you." Robert was such a good boyfriend, even if she had just cheated on him with the professor in front of both of them.

Bianca slides into the seat next to him, the slit in her dress giving everyone a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh. She bends forward to get her notebook from her bag.

As other students filter into the room, Bianca can feel their eyes on her. She knows she's drawing attention, but she doesn't care. Her focus is on Dr. Davis, on the promise of what's to come later.

Just as she settles into her seat, she notices Dr. Davis turn around and spot her. He gives her a knowing smirk, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. Bianca feels a shiver run down her spine at the unspoken promise in his gaze.

Dr. Davis then turns back to face the room as more students file in. He stands at the front of the lecture hall, his commanding presence filling the space. "Good morning, class," he greets everyone, his voice deep and authoritative. "Today, we will be discussing chapter 1 of the textbook."

As Dr. Davis begins his lecture, Bianca can't help but steal glances at him. The memory of their intimate encounter the night before floods her mind, making her skin tingle with anticipation. She imagines his hand sliding up her thigh, his fingers teasing her inner thigh just under the hem of her dress.

Bianca squirms in her seat, trying to focus on the material being covered in class. She's determined to behave herself in front of everyone, but the promise of what's to come later is almost too much to bear.

The lecture continues, with Dr. Davis engaging the class in discussion. He calls on Bianca a few times, his eyes meeting hers with a knowing glint each time.

Suddenly, Robert leans over and whispers in her ear, "Hey babe, are you up for lunch today? I was thinking we could grab a bite at the campus café." Bianca hesitates, unsure if she should agree. She knows she has a "date" with Dr. Davis later, but she doesn't want to lead Robert on or hurt him.

"Maybe," she whispers back, her voice uncertain. "I'm not sure if Dr. Davis wants me to help with his project today." Robert's eyes widen slightly at the mention of Dr. Davis, a flicker of hurt passing over his face before he quickly masks it with a smile.

"Right, of course," he says, his voice strained. "Let me know if you're free later." Bianca gives him a small smile, feeling a pang of guilt but also a thrill of excitement at the prospect of being with Dr. Davis again.

As the lecture wraps up, Dr. Davis turns to face the class, his eyes locking with Bianca's. "Bianca, could you stay behind after class?" he asks, his voice low and commanding. Bianca's heart races at his words, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine.