what next?
Fantasy Fulfilled
Frankie's class with Professor Coolidge was the next day. After class, she sternly told him to meet her in her office in two hours. She said so sternly to make it appear Frankie was in trouble in case anyone else heard.
Two hours later, Frankie showed up. Professor Coolidge was seated at a small table in her office and she was going over some papers. She looked nervous at him as he walked in and shut the door behind him.

"Look, Mr. Fitzmorris, I have no idea what's happening or why. I was hopping you could shed some light on this."
Frankie thought back to the two times he saw the hot professor of his fantasies naked or topless, and his dick started to stir. "Well, um...uh...I have no explanation."
Just then, Professor Coolidge, removed her blouse showing no bra, her hair magically fell down from her ponytail, and she dropped to her hands and knees.

She crawled to Frankie and stared to undo his fly.
Frankie helped her and soon she was going down on him as he ran his hands through her soft, silky hair. He leaned his head back and concentrated as best he could to last as long as he could.
Professor Coolidge moaned as she licked and sucked Frankie's cock. He was able to hold out for about seven minutes before he came in her mouth. After she swallowed, she sat back on her heels. Then her demeanor changed.
"Oh, great fuck! What did I just do?" She grabbed her blouse and held it to her chest. "Oh my god....oh my god...oh my god!"
"Don't worry, professor," said Frankie as he quickly zipped up and stood. "I won't tell anyone."
"Please don't!"
"Besides, it's not like this is on film. I can prove nothing."
"Thank, you, please leave now. Please!"
Frankie left.
That was the end of Frankie's fantasies about Dr. Coolidge. He had no more erotic encounters with her, and she would never make eye contact with him, and he finished her class with an A, partly due to his studies, and partly to do Professor Coolidge being extra lenient on her grading of his work.
Professor Coolidge never could figure out what she acted like she did with Frankie Fitzmorrisd, and nothing weird like that ever happened again. Frankie kept his mouth shut and was a perfect gentleman: no kiss and tell...or no exhibitionism, blowjob and tell.
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