The next day

Leigh had a class the next morning, but she has most of the afternoon free. So, after getting back to her apartment, Leigh decides to take a nap before her appointment with Professor Simmons. She strips off her clothes, leaving her panties and a little undershirt, and climbs into bed. As she dozes off, she imagines Professor Simmons kissing her and smiles.

Leigh's sleep is restless. The professor is all over her dreams, and they get progressively more sexual. She wakes up a couple of times with her heart pounding, having difficulty remembering the salacious details her imagination dreamed up in her sleep. In a half-awake state, she tosses and turns, still thinking about her professor. Without a conscious thought guiding her, she brings a hand down to her wet pussy. Over her panties, she moves her fingers in a slow, soft circle over her clit, rubbing as she thinks about how he towers over her...about his authoritative voice...about the things he'd make her do to earn an A in the class...

She picks up the pace, more awake now, and wonders how big his cock is. She doesn't have a lot of experience with big dicks, but she's very interested in playing with one. Or a couple. She wonders how it would feel to get on her knees in front of her professor and take his cock in her mouth. Leigh moans.

She starts to think about what to wear to office hours. Should she be overt? Dress slutty and make her motivations clear? Should she be more subtle, and wear something that wouldn't seem inappropriate until she bent a certain way? Or should she play it safe and put her normal jeans and t-shirt back on?

Those thoughts disappear for the moment as Leigh feels herself getting close to orgasm. She rubs furiously over her now-soaked panties, gasping and raising her hips, **** to cum. She does with a squeak and a shudder, then collapses on the bed. After a moment of rest, she looks over at her closet.