Snoop around

I immediately began to snoop around, quickly realizing that her desk was full of articles of theoretical physics. Some were interesting, so much that I had to tell myself to focus. It didn't take long for me to conclude that nothing good were to be found on the table.

Then I accidentally moved her mouse and her computer screen woke up. Her computer was still unlocked. Holy shit. That's very unprofessional of you, miss Benson, I thought to myself.

Speaking of unprofessional, I wasted no time launching her Outlook and browsed her inbox. Work, work, work... Students asking her for advice before the exam, article reviews, etc. Boring stuff.

I clicked on the sent emails folder.

The letter, presumably to a friend, was right there at the top. Sent five minutes ago.

Holy shit.

Dear Lindsay,

It’s been six months now. Six months since my husband touched me. Could he be having an affair? I don’t know what’s wrong. Is it me? It cannot be? I keep in shape. I know my students still find me attractive, my male students are staring all the time, the nerds. It’s getting very frustrating, and I’m having trouble thinking at work. I had to buy a vibrator just to get myself off once in a while.

You've been my best friend forever, so you know what it's like. You remember our college days.

I need a cock soon. A big one.

Love, Tara

Hearing footsteps, I quickly clicked "x" and pressed "Win+L" to lock the desktop.

Fuck. I realized my mistake immediately. The computer hadn't been locked. And now I couldn't unlock it. Shit. I could only hope she wouldn't notice.

“Sorry, I had to go all the way down to the third floor to find proper exam paper,” she explained, “I like my quiet office, but it can be a bit far away from the secretaries sometimes.”

“No problem, Tara,” I said. She handed me the paper. “Okay, you have until 3:30 pm,” she said and pointed to the clock on her wall, “I'm not sacrificing my yoga class.”

“Thanks!”

I nodded and set to work.

The exam, however, was quite easy, and I finished most of the questions during the first hour, probably thanks to the Intelligence allocation. Meanwhile, Miss Benson was sitting behind her desk, seemingly with more and more unrest with each minute. I could swear I heard a buzzing sound.

“Umm, Mis- I mean, Tara, could you please help me clarify this problem?” I asked her. She jerked slightly, as if interrupted, cleared her voice and straightened her top.

“Of course,” she said, and came over to me, bending over the desk from behind. I could feel the heat from her breasts almost touching my shoulder.

“Ah, yes, that is unfortunately left ambiguous. Good catch. Please write down your own interpretation of the question before you answer.”

“Thanks, Tara. By the way, I must say that you smell very nice.” I said. “A gift from your husband?”

“Please, Mike, focus on the exam,” she said, and returned to her desk. Soon I heard the buzzing again, and it finally dawned on me. The vibrator. She was trying to remove some sexual tension behind her desk. It was impossible to see, as she appeared to be reading articles, but it had to be true.

At this moment, I was at a crossroad. I knew that I was going to pass the exam, with a good grade. I could just type out the last answers and hand it in. I would get an A and graduate.

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