They are interrupted

That was unfortunately when his cell phone rang with an urgent text message.

“Ah nuts. Faculty meeting. Apparently sounds urgent”, he said looking over the message. “I’m sorry Hannah, but I can’t help you study for the test. But if you end up not doing well on the test, I’ll make sure the essay you write is A-worthy.”

Buddy then gathered his stuff together and started his way out the door. He feared for Hannah’s well-being, but at the same time, almost hoped she’d fail. Buddy couldn’t stand porn, and this was the closest thing he had had to a sexual relationship in months.

Hannah’s immediate hopes to get him to more or less tell her the answers for tomorrow's test were crushed when he suddenly had to leave. "I... I understand." She said, not hiding her disappointment, but adding a guilt-inducing dose of desperation in it, playing the poor damsel who had just been left to stand in the rain by her Prince Charming.

Inside her beautiful young head, her mind was already racing through the possibilities before her. Maybe it wouldn't even be too bad to fail at the test, as she might then convince him that she was a bad test taker, proving to him that **** action might be necessary if he didn't want her to leave the college.

However, first, she wanted to make sure that he wouldn't be able to get her out of his mind for the rest of the day. As he rushed towards the door, she turned around, positioning herself perfectly with her back to the doorway he was now passing through. She then dropped her pen, making it tumble to the ground with an unobtrusive little clicking, a noise that she hoped might draw his attention if he wasn't going to take one last look at her anyway, but which was silent enough to keep up the facade that she thought herself to be unwatched right now.

The 18-year old beauty then bent down to pick up her pen, her bottom forming an acute angle while her heeled legs stood perfectly upright. She remained like this with her torso bent down before standing up straight again, proving not only her flexibility, but also making her skirt ride up slightly on her hips, high enough to allow an uninhibited glare at the entirety of her thighs and her lower buttocks, making it unmistakably clear that she wasn’t wearing any panties, yet still keeping her puckered anus and her sacred little pussy hidden from view. With her back to the doorway, she smiled a self-satisfied smirk as she listened to the footsteps on the corridor, trusting that she had successfully inspired her teacher's fantasy.