Too distracted

Erik was disappointed when Mrs Revers emailed him at the start of the week, informing him of the fact that due to some personal circumstances (Erik put his mental money on couples therapy or arguments with her husband) cancelled the tutoring session and tasked him instead, with an extra challenge assignment, and that she still expected to see him attending his lecture, and she emphasised that he should come to the tutorial in person as opposed to his usual mode of attendance — online.

He smiles at her as he enters the larger tutorial hall — receiving a clipped nod of the head from Mrs Revers in response, feeling a bit offended that he got the same greeting as any other student.

He settles in the back row, sighing softly as he unloads his laptop and book. He enjoys the tutoring session for obvious reasons, but Mrs Revers is known for being a professor that pushes students unlucky enough to be allocated to her tutorials, into plenty of group work and interactivity. Not the kind of interactivity that Erik enjoys.

With that assumption made, Erik doesn’t bother counting the students that come filing in, some having quick chats with Mrs Revers before taking a seat, he nods politely to the brunette dude that sits on the seat two away from him, each of the men claiming half of the long desk.

Vi: Miss you!

Erik smiles at his phone as Mrs Revers speaks at the front, scribbling figures on top of the powerpoint being projected onto the whiteboard.

Erik: Miss you too! I think I prefer my tutoring sessions.

Vi: What a shock!

Erik: What can I say? I work better with private instruction hehe. What are you up too?

Vi: I have no classes today so I booked a session with Brandon, just heading in now.

Erik: A session? Or a ‘session’?

Vi: Bruh.

Erik: You know you can! It’s hot!

Vi: Bruh

“Mr Doe!.”

Erik puts his phone down, some of the rest of the class looking back and smirking.

“You’re an adult. You can make your own choices. But please don’t disrespect my time and yours by being on your phone.”

Erik nods an apology an slides his phone into his pocket, smiling tightly.

Erik can’t help but feel a bit pissed off that he’s been called out. He’s literally only here because she said to come, 10 times out of 10, he’s in the comfort of his dorm attending the online version of the class.

Mrs Revers eventually starts splitting the class into their own pairs.

“Nathan!” The male sitting next to Erik looks up, she directs him to come a table down and pair up with a nerdy looking red head girl, little mouse looking lady.

Mrs Revers makes her way up the back to where Erik sits, “Mr Doe.” She says. She directs the rest of the class to get to work, since they’re is an odd number. She’ll pair up with the student leftover… which happens to be Erik.

Oh.

This surely was her plan from the start, Erik thinks to himself, judging by the way she gently drags her fingertips on his back as she circles around him, settling in the seat directly next to him.

She smirks and whispers, as she grabs his textbook and drags it on the table, “Worked out well didn’t it? You being on your phone. Now, you’re the naughty student that I need to keep an eye on.”

She has a quick look around and leans in for a quick whisper, “and I do enjoy keeping an eye… and more on you.” The palm of her hand pressing into his cock.

“Oh shit.” Erik clears his throat, trying to mask the sound of his zipper being undone, Amelia stone faced as she starts talking about the course work.

“Right, Erik.” She says calmly, her hand gripping the base of his exposed dick, her wrist already starting move smoothly, stroking him. “Since you weren’t paying attention earlier, let’s go through the discount cash flow model, shall we?”

Erik cannot believe what’s happening, he has no idea what he should do in this situation, Amelia holding back her snicker, clearly as she takes the lead, leading the conversation and giving Erik a private lecture. It wouldn’t take much for a student to walk around the desk and see what’s happening, the old style wooden desks covering his bottom half only barely.

She continues to speak, spreadsheets and numbers, discounts and percentages as she simultaneously continues her perfect technique with her hand — firm pressure along his shaft, her thumb spreading his pre cum over the head of his sensitive tip. Keeping her head up, her eyes lustful but her words incredibly boring.

“Business is constant pressure, correct?” She asks, not waiting for a response, “Your financials are much of the same, if not more, do you understand what I’m saying?”

Erik is 90% sure what she said made zero sense. So, either he’s delirious — or she’s feeling a tad distracted herself.

“Uhm, Mrs Revers.” A student speaks, turning on his chair, and looking up at Amelia and Erik.

Erik cannot believe that she’s continuing.

“Yes, Tyler? What can I help you with?”

Somehow, continuing her with the same pace, not jittering in the slightest, her arm barely moving save for her wrist, though, to be safe, she leans in slightly, using her generous chest to hide anything untoward from being seen. Tyson, Tylier, whatever, asks his question, Amelia’s hand twists around Erik’s cock, maintaining eye contact with the student the entire time she answers, Erik’s cock threatens to explode in her hand, but he has to hold it back, clenching every muscle possible in his lower body to hold back. Erik digging his nails into his thigh as he just stares at the board, not having enough brain power to focus on looking normal, he prays that everyone just assumes he's disassociating.

Erik feels a vein bulge on his cock and his forehead with every follow up question that Tyler asks, Amelia giving him a smile — one that Tyler thinks is pride for his interest in the topic — rather than the reality, where she’s enjoying torturing Erik with her jerking hand.

Tyler finally turns back around and Erik is free to show the pleasure on his face, reaching out to grab Amelia’s thigh, she whispers and says a single word, breathy into his ear, a silent command — just for him.

“Cum.”

Erik’s orgasm slams into him, thick ropes of cum coat Amelia’s hand as she move her hand to above his cock, letting the eruption blast into her hand hovering hand.

Amelia grabs one of his pencils and drops it on the floor, “Oh excuse me.” She says.

She leans over, her face going into his lap as she licks up her hand, disappearing from view, she cleans up what’s rest on her hand before dragging her tongue on his thigh and at the base of his cock.

Erik can only stay still as the bodacious redhead cleans him up lewdly.

Her tongue drags around at the base of his shaft, seemingly giving him a silent promise of a future blowjob.

She sits back up with a smile, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand and producing a tissue from her pocket.

“I trust you understand now?”

Erik somehow, exhausted, just from sitting there, nods, “All clear.”

“Very good.”

Mrs Revers stands and drops the cum stained tissue into Erik’s lap, and returns to the front of the desk, signalling an end to pair work, giving Erik a moment to tuck himself away and zip himself up before his desk buddy returns to the back of the class.

“Unlucky mate, she’s pretty tough.” The guy leans over, talking under his breath.

“You got that right.”

Erik leaves the class, Mrs Revers not looking his way again, Erik pouts to himself as he walks through campus, speaking to no one in particular, “huh. If I had a nickel for every time I came under a desk this week, I’d have two nickels. Not a lot. But weird it happened twice.”