She heads home, but she doesn't study

Eventually, Hannah left the classroom and headed home for the day. The entire walk home, she was suddenly very aware of how her nether regions were not only completely unprotected to every single breeze of air, but also how easily her most private area might be seen by passers-by should that breeze turn into a more serious gust. For the occasional moment, she doubted the cleverness of her idea to flash her professor, turning truly embarrassed at the notion of anyone else seeing her like this. She had dressed this way for Professor Barrett, and for him alone, but in forgetting to put the panties she had stuffed into her purse back on, she had taken a humiliating risk.

With her cheeks blushing red in shame, she finally arrived at her single flat. Since she had only been accepted into college belatedly, all the dorm-rooms had already been taken, which had **** her to find a cheap flat in the vicinity. It had the benefit of granting her some privacy, but she still hoped that she might be able to move into a dorm room for the next term.

Now that she was home, her embarrassment quickly dissipated as she recalled the effect that her little show had had on her professor. That thought alone was enough to reignite her inner flames. As she walked to the kitchenette, dropping her purse on the tiny table she called her own, she let some water boil and stirred the pot, lost in her thoughts. She appreciated that she had used the occasional mental image of Professor Barrett to inspire her fantasies before, but she also realized that now, it wasn't his chiseled form, but the thought of how she had toyed with him today that sent her tummy tingling in joy. Eventually, she dropped some spaghetti into the pot and let her hand rush down to her still uncovered pussy, quickly parting her outer labia and finding her precious love button. After a minute of light teasing, she finally fell down onto her bed and sent herself into sensuous oblivion. She only woke up an hour later, the smell of burnt pasta hanging thick in the air.

She cursed under her breath while starting a new dinner, then sat down in front of her books. But try as she might, she couldn't get the thought of Professor Barrett staring at her in captivated devotion out of her head. Eventually, she just popped a DVD into her laptop and whiled the evening away, and when morning came, she hadn't learned a single chapter for her impending tests that day.