Professor Simmons

There's something about him--his smile, maybe, or his easy manner--that Leigh can't stop thinking about. She finds herself walking toward the podium after class is over. She tells herself that she's just looking for help with the class assignments...but she knows that isn't all.

She waits patiently while several other students ask questions of their professor. Eventually, it's just her and another student, and Leigh waves her forward, trying not to think about the fact that she's maneuvering to get the professor alone. The other student asks her question, gets an animated response, and waves goodbye.

And then it's just Leigh and Professor Simmons in the lecture hall. Leigh breathes deep, trying to ignore her pounding heart as she approaches him. "Hi Professor," she says, horrified by how shaky her voice sounds, "I'm not really cut out for this subject. Do you think you could help me?"

"Of course!" he says, enthusiastically. "That's absolutely what office hours are for. Why don't we make an appointment?" He pulls out his phone. "Are you free for a one-on-one session...at 2 pm tomorrow?"

Leigh nods before she even thinks about it. "Of course. Yes. I'll be there. Thank you, sir."

She scrambles out of the room, her chest flushing and her pussy dripping.