My Professor's Little Girl

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"Take off the shirt, Miss Rayers, and let me zip it up for you."

His voice left me in a trance, and the commanding tone sent shivers down my body. His deep voice compelled me to obey as I slowly took off the shirt, exposing my naked back to him, which was too revealing.

"Good girl," he said.

At this point, the heat and tension were too much.

He literally said, "Good girl." That was the moment I knew I was craving his touch. The things he said and how he said them made my body excited. Suddenly, I felt one hand holding the dress firmly to my body while the other hand tried to zip up the dress; after a few failed attempts, he finally zipped it up.

"Finally," I said, Thanks," as I was about to shift from his personal space. He held my shoulders in place and began to kiss the open skin at my back; in sync, I tilted my head in the opposite direction to give him more access. I moaned softly as I felt his soft lips against my skin. I instantly fell in love with his lips and my skin's compatibility.

I was still lost in the lingering kiss that stayed on my skin as the elevator chimed.

"Your welcome, Miss Rayers." Then he stepped out, and I followed him, wondering how the whole thing happened. We got into the car. 

With the help of the directions to my apartment, we sped into the night. It was only 20 minutes away from his office, so the ride was not that long.

On arrival, I thanked Dr. Kingstin for everything; in response, he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it, saying

"Anytime, Miss Rayers. Goodnight." He watched as I entered my apartment complex.

This night was eventful, I thought.

So happy to be home. I went straight to my room (I live alone with my dog, Puddles) and turned on the lights to see Puddles sleeping peacefully. I was happy to find out that she finished the food I put out for her this morning. I went on to take my bath, and as the hot water was running down my naked body and the heat sent shivers down my spine, I started thinking of Dr. Kingstin and the elevator incident. How his lips felt on my skin, his deep voice against my bare skin. I found myself moaning as I remembered the short contact we made and what would have happened if we stayed there longer. Feeling sexually deprived, I finished bathing, kissed Puddles goodnight, and turned off my bedside light.

Shit Shit Shit

"Am gonna be late! Summer break sleep-ins are seriously going to kill me. If I don't adjust to waking up on time." I thought to myself, I have a morning class by 9 a.m., and it's 8:20am. I jumped out of bed and headed straight to the shower, then brushed and applied light makeup: a little layer of foundation, mascara, eyeliner, and some lip gloss. I styled my hair into a high ponytail and then ran to my closet to wear my outfit. I wore my favorite skirt that just goes a little bit under my knees which I bought over the summer and a simple blouse that hugged my breasts properly on my new Air Forces sneakers that my mom gifted me. I shoved my notes into my handbag and filled Puddles bowl, kissed her goodbye, and headed out at exactly 8:40am with the campus 30 minutes away. I predicted that I would be late by 10 minutes and realized that I have to be more alert so that this will not happen again. As luck would have it, I was 8 minutes late, probably thanks to my new shoes.