Tomorrow comes.

The next day, I was able to teach my class normally now that the bet was over. My relief at being in clothes again must have affected my attitude since I wasn't all that strict with my students today. I wasn't the only one making a change; my students seemed to be a lot more happy since yesterday. They were smiling at me almost flirtatiously and answering questions accurately when called upon. If I had known losing my pants would have made them this efficient I would have...No...Nope...uh uh...I still would not like to go through that again. Nevertheless, I had to.

Once class was over I accompanied Bridget to the 'changing room'. As I stripped in that room full of mirrors Bridget never once took her eyes off me as became naked before her again. Without even bothering to ask my permission this time, she opened another bottle of oil and lathered it across my body again. I tried my best to not let it show how much I welcomed her touch this time but I think I was betrayed by my boner.

"Well you can't go to class like that," Bridget was applying oil to my pelvis. "Delia did not approve of this 'pose' last time. So we better take care of it now." Her hands found my engorged sex.

"L-look Bridget," I was barely keeping my senses together with her salacious hands working up and down my shaft. "I'm begging you, let me take care of this or I feel like I am going to...Ah!" I stopped talking as I gave into pleasure. And I wasn't the only one to do so.

Bridget pulled me forward by the dick and pressed her lips onto mine.

I was shocked to say the least. Which was all she needed to pull me down further into her and slip me her tongue. A brand new wave of euphoria hit me as I was swept up by her advances. I threw my arms around her waist as I closed my eyes and answered her tongue with my own. Her hands entangled in my hair, fingers brushing my scalp. Those audacious hands of hers moved down to my broad shoulders feeling up every inch of my back muscles while I was sucking up her mouth moaning in the back of my throat. I felt her grip on my buttocks squeezing tightly as she pressed her stomach into my renewed erection. Refusing to break our kiss, I positioned my hand on the back of her neck pressing her lips even deeper into my greedy mouth. Now it was her turn to moan in pleasure.

I don't know how much time we spent like that but it wasn't long enough in my opinion. As our make-out session got more and more heated as I hoisted her off the floor by her waist and pressed her up against the wall. I was showering Bridget's neckline with feverish kisses until I opened my eyes for just a brief moment.

Not for the first time, the wall to wall mirrors of the dance studio showed me the embarrassing situation I was in. Looking over Bridget's shoulder at myself, my reflection revealed a egocentric professor. Naked, covered in oil, and about to go to town on his student!

I stumbled backward dropping Bridget to her feet.

"What's wrong Avery? It was just getting good." Bridget dusted off her clothes and straightened her hair. Man she was a mess. Did I really do that to her?

"What's wrong is that I am your teacher and you are my student," I was panting heavily, my heart was hammering out of my chest. I placed my hands in font of my throbbing member hoping to hide this embarrassment but right then my thing was too big to conceal with just my hands. "I could lose my job over such scandal. So the moment we walk out that door we are going to pretend that this never happened!"

Before I could hobble to the door Bridget caught me by the arm. "Avery..."

"What?"

"First off, lets not forget I am well over 18 years old student or not and secondly," She pointed between my legs. "We still have to deal with that before we enter the classroom."

I blushed knowing that she was right. Sands would just throw another fit at my involuntary 'pose'. "Ah...well...I..."

"Oh just shut up and give it to me. We pretend like nothing happens once we go out that door right? So why not let me finish what I started."

I swallowed, knowing that this was wrong. I should refuse her but I was feeling weak towards her temptations. "Well...I have to do this quickly..."

"I can do it quickly," she placed a hand on my cheek "one more kiss will help things go faster I promise."

My heart was thundering right now. "I suppose...if it's absolutely necessary it can't be helped."

We fell into each other again, her lips finding mine as her hands glided up and down my cock. Apparently I wasn't the only person who kept to their word, because she finished me off within seconds.

I silently wished we could have stayed in that room forever. But we had to get to class.