Teacher's Pet

IX

Normani sighed as she clocked out. She was currently wishing she could sneak out the back but she had to close so there was no escaping her professor. For a second, she had hope that maybe she got tired of waiting and left but she knew enough to know that wasn't true.

"So like, are you fucking your professor?"

Normani practically choked on air. "No, why would you even ask me that?" She technically wasn't lying, they had sex once and the question was if they were 'fucking' which meant something ongoing and it wasn't ongoing.

Just a one time thing that would never happen again.

"She's been in her car for an hour waiting to talk to you. The only way I'm waiting for a girl for that long is if it's that good." Ryan looked down at Normani, a smirk on her face as she gestured towards what resided between Normani's legs. "It must be amazing."

"Can you not?"

Ryan raised her hands defenselessly and a small laugh slipped from her lips as she did so. "Fine, don't tell me but your girl seems real possessive and that only has to do with the power of the pussy."

"Shut up." Normani sighed grabbing her purse and exiting first before Ryan followed. "It's... complicated."

"Almost anything that's complicated has to do with sex." Ryan chuckled as she locked up the boutique. "Look, having something that's complicated with your professor? A dangerous game, if it's in the beginning stages; end it while you can."

Normani bit her lip and nodded, Ryan had a point. She decided she was going to talk to Beyoncé and put an end to this, now was her chance. "Yeah, you're right. Be safe and text me when you get home."

"Will do, handle your business and keep her away from super puss."

Normani groaned but couldn't fight her laughter, she watched Ryan get into her car and drive off. She took slow steps towards her professor's car, letting out a sigh every second or so.

"Took long enough." Was the first thing she was greeted with when she opened the door to the car, with a roll of her eyes she climbed into the passenger's seat and shut the door.

"What do you want?"

Beyoncé placed her hand on Normani's thigh, she felt the girl stiffen at the touch. "To talk."

"Mhm." Normani removed her hand and placed it on her own lap which resulted in Beyoncé sucking her teeth. Normani leaned against the door with her arms folded over her chest. "The only thing I have to say is, what happened in your office can't happen again."

"Oh yeah? Why not?"

"Are you crazy?" Yes, Beyoncé thought. "You're my professor! It's a no go."

"You weren't saying that when I was eating your p-"

"Please. You're literally the one who said we need to act like it never happened now you're showing up to my job. It's not happening."

"Why? So you can let those funky ass white boy strippers grind their little dicks on you?"

"Excuse me? Y- how do you even know that?" Normani tilted her head a bit, the only way she'd know that would be if she were there and she was almost positive she wasn't, she could never not notice her. Not in the most crowded of places. There was no other way unless she followed her on Instagram but she didn't. Or did she? "Are you like watching me?"

"N-"

"Then how do you know? You totally have someone stalking my IG."

"I do not."