College Girl

Chapter 5

This goes out to __leaah ! You've been waiting for this!
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Liberty's POV

I let out a loud moan as I release into Monte's mouth. He sure is talented. He comes up to my mouth and kisses me with my cum still there. I taste kinda good.

"Your turn" he says while sitting on the bed and unbuckling his pants. I chuckle at his eagerness.

"I have class in 5 minutes, baby" I say. I'm not even lying. I have my inorganic chem class in literally 5 minutes.

Monte pouts and zips up his pants.

"You owe me." He says.

I grab his junk and say," I know baby."

I quickly get up and get dressed. I have this class twice a week: Tuesdays and Thursdays. The last time I saw Trey was on Thursday night at his house. I'm not sure if he was being friendly or flirtatious, but I'm really feeling him.

Monte lays there and stares at me as I get dressed. I put on a blush pink skater skirt and ivory laced top. A little girly but whatever.

"You better hurry and leave before I keep you here all day." He says smiling mischievously.

"Stop playing." I say while grabbing my bag.

He gets up and I run out of the apartment before he can catch me. He's not joking when he says that kind of shxt.

Out of breath, I finally reach my inorganic chem class, but 20 minutes late. Damn it. I open the door quietly and quickly walk in while Trey lectures.

"Ms. Markson," he says out loud.

"Shxt" I curse my head. I slowly turn and face his beautiful self.

"Yes, Mr. Neverson?" I say sweetly.

"May I ask you why you're late?" He inquires while staring at me.

I feel the stares of everyone else on me. A couple of the thirsty girls who sit in the front row snicker and whisper to each other.

"I...I went back to my apartment for something and lost track of time..." I stumble out. This is so embarrassing.

He taps the podium with his fingers as if he's pondering my fate.

"Take a seat. We'll speak after class."

"Whatever asshole." I mumble under my breath.

"Did you say something?" He asks

Sitting down, I say, "Oh no, nothing sir. Continue teaching."

"Gladly."
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Trey's POV

Liberty comes in beautiful as ever, but she's late. I can't let her slide in front of my entire class. I had to call her out. I feel like a jerk, but I'm still the professor here. Who has the degree?

After class, Liberty comes up to my desk.

"You wanted to talk to me?" She asks.

I can smell her perfume from where I'm sitting. Beachy.

"Yeah. You were late. That's unacceptable." I tell her while filing through some papers.

I hear her sigh and shuffle her books.

"I already told you that I lost track of time." She says annoyed.

I look at her and smile.

"Sorry if I'm being hard on you, but you're still my student." I tell her.