After history class ended, Abby and her friend Emma made their way through the crowded halls of Arcadia College, chatting about their plans for the weekend. As they reached the main entrance, they were intercepted by Derek, the school's notorious playboy. With his easy smile and confident swagger, Derek was used to getting what he wanted, and right now, his focus was on Abby. "Hey, Abby," he called out, flashing her a grin. "Got a minute?" Emma shot her a knowing look before heading off, leaving Abby to deal with Derek alone. Despite knowing his reputation, Abby couldn't deny the flutter in her chest whenever he was around. He had a way with words that always made her feel special, even if she knew deep down that his intentions weren't genuine.
Derek led Abby outside to a quiet spot on the lawn, right beneath the window of Professor Calder's classroom. They sat on the grass, and Derek turned on his charm, telling her everything she wanted to hear—how he'd been thinking about her all week, how no other girl compared to her. Abby laughed at his jokes, feeling a mixture of flattery and caution. She was well aware of the rumors about him, but at that moment, it felt nice to be desired. As they talked, Derek's hand began to inch its way up her leg, his touch sending a thrill through her. She hesitated for a split second but didn't stop him. Then, without warning, Derek leaned in and kissed her. Abby's initial surprise melted away, and she found herself kissing him back, caught up in the moment and ignoring the little voice in her head that told her to be careful.
From his classroom window, Professor Calder watched the entire scene unfold, peeking by the window.. his chest tightening with a mix of jealousy and anger. He couldn't tear his eyes away as Derek's hand slid up Abby's leg, or as their kiss deepened. The sight of Abby responding to Derek's advances made his blood boil in a way he hadn't felt in centuries. He was supposed to be the composed, dignified professor, but here he was, gripped by a primal jealousy that he couldn't control.
This anger and jealousy turned into something unexpected.. Professor Calder slowly unbuckled his belt as his hard cock pressed against his pants. He began to sweat.. breathing heavily as he watched them. Her.
Abby's head fell back on the grass as Derek hovered on top of her.. their kissing got more intense. Abby wrapped her leg around him as Derek kissed her neck harshly.
Professor Calder's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but couldn't look away. Calder slowly pulled out his hard cock out of his pants and began pleasuring himself... constantly turning back to make sure no one walks in..
He watched Derek shift his hand under Abby's blouse, feeling her breasts..
Abby moaned quietly as she laid down on the grass.
Professor Calder couldn't stop rubbing on himself.. he went faster and faster. He was about to climax as Abby looked up at the window behind her.. watching professor Calder looking down at her. Their eyes met and suddenly.. Professor climaxed in his hand. He quickly moved away from the window. "Fuck- fuck" Calder mumbled running to his desk.
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As the school day ended, Abby walked with Derek toward his car. "Wanna come back to my place?" Derek asked with a smirk.
Abby's attention shifted abruptly when she noticed Professor Calder heading toward his own car, his steps quick and determined. She felt a sudden urge to confront him, not with anger, but with a teasing curiosity that bubbled up inside her.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Abby said abruptly, cutting Derek off mid-sentence. She didn't wait for his response as she turned on her heel and started walking towards Professor Calder. Derek called after her, a note of confusion in his voice, but she was already moving away, her mind fixed on Calder.
Upon noticing her, Calder paused, a trace of unease flickering across his face.
"Professor Calder," Abby began, her voice threaded with playful intrigue, "I couldn't help but notice you seemed particularly... absorbed today. Was it the scenic beauty of our campus or something more... captivating?" Her words danced between innocence and insinuation, leaving just enough unsaid.
Calder adjusted his tie, a slight flush appearing on his cheeks as he met her challenging gaze. "Well, Abby," he replied, gripping on his suitcase "the campus does have its distractions, particularly when they're as... engaging as you."
Abby stepped a fraction closer, her smile widening, her eyes alight with a teasing spark. "Engaging, Professor? I hope I'm not too much of a distraction," she said, her tone light yet charged with a flirty undertone. She enjoyed this dance of words, especially with someone as ordinarily composed as Professor Calder.
Calder's eyes lingered on her just a moment too long, revealing his appreciation. "You bring a certain... energy to the classroom that's quite stimulating," he conceded, playing along with her game. "It's refreshing to have someone challenge the norms so... delightfully."
"Stimulating and delightful?" Abby echoed, her voice soft and coaxing. "I aim to please, Professor. It's important to keep things interesting, wouldn't you agree?" Her question hung between them, rich with double entendres.
Calder smiled, this time more genuinely, "Indeed, Miss Thompson. It's essential to engage fully with... intriguing subjects." He matched her tone, acknowledging the flirtation but keeping it grounded.
Their conversation ended with an exchange of knowing looks, a mutual recognition of the fine line they treaded. Abby walked back to where her bike was, her mind replaying their interaction, while Calder watched her leave, a thoughtful and slightly bemused smile playing on his lips. The dynamic between them had shifted subtly but unmistakably, adding a layer of complexity.
