As her professor clasps his hand around hers, the students skirt lifted only slightly from having played with the hem. Exposed now are her milky white thighs, the girls youthful soft skin looking as if it was glowing under the dimming sun. Her eyes - despite feeling her skirt lift up, can't seem to falter from his captivated stare.
Taylor, starting to feel that warm guilty feeling in her chest, had to pull herself away from his eyes and fixing them down at their conjoined hands.
Taylor noted how small her hand fit in his, really all of herself compared to him was tiny, yet she kept her hand still.
"You.. umm, you helped more than you think you did" Her soft voice spoke up, sharing with him subtly how inspired she actually got from her professor.
Trying to avoid the awkward tension, she started to run her thumb over the rougher pad on his palm. The student started to wonder exactly what he did to gain these rough calluses, and continuing to graze her soft finger over them she deliberated this.
Being here felt completely comfortable to Taylor, her home life, paired with the loud screaming teens and laughter filling the school brought her to anxiety filled panic attacks mostly every day. But as soon as she stepped into his office, the noises around her seemed to turn obsolete.
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Little Bird
RomanceThis is just a small fantasy Roleplay I have been writing, by no means is this an aspiring novel it is only to share a little creative writing set in two different perspectives.~ Strictly 18+ This story is an erotic piece of fiction. Thank you, hop...
