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𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽, 𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓯𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮..-𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓷𝔂𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓵.
God, look at those lips. The things I'd do..the things I'd put between them just to watch them engulf it.. I bet they're so soft, too. I need my damn journal..God Dianne she's looking. Look away! Wait..is she smiling? She's fucking smiling at me?
"Professor Stone?"
"Huh?" Dianne looked up at the student that waved her over, Ray smirking as they continued to work with their project partner. It's been almost two weeks since the two swapped their journals back. There's been nothing but quick glances and smirks and it was driving Dianne crazy.
Ray was just as affected, yet held their cool more than Dianne. The woman was like ice, melting and leaving puddles all around the student that wanted nothing more than to lap it up. But they couldn't, holding onto that promise of finishing with no complications.
However, every night they've been plagued with what they read in Professor Stone's journal. Her words haunted them, Ray waking up throbbing after dreaming of dark red nails scratching against them as they pleased her. The neat cursive flashed through their mind everytime they received assignments with her feedback written on the top.
They were too afraid to start the book she gave them, it sitting on their nightstand ever since it was given to them. They were afraid of what's written inside.
That once they read it there was no going back with Professor Stone.
That once that door opens..it won't close.
Ray had a different sense of desire than most people their age. They loved the act of sex and receiving sexual pleasure. They loved exploring and finding every single pressure point, but they never received it in return. It's why they never showed that side, allowing a few women to fuck them and suck them off which was nothing but a quick fix.
Their needs were fiery and deep. Raw, even. Things they've never vocalized out loud but read about on anonymous accounts and watched on amateur websites. They knew she'd give it to them, and give it to them well.
But their future depended on this, their mind thinking back to their other professor that couldn't take the hint. They had to detach completely, dropping the woman's class and cutting her off. Luckily she didn't know enough about Ray to try and get revenge, but they still watched their back.
But they knew Professor Stone was different. That it'd be discreet and calculated just like the woman was. She knew how to keep secrets, Ray shifting in their seat at the thought before shaking their head to bring themselves back to the present.
"We can compare this chapter to the short story she gave us last week. Did you read it?" Ray's partner asked. They nodded, losing their focus as sandalwood and vanilla reached their nostrils, a finger grazing against their back causing them to sit up.
