Sleep With My Professor

Chapter2

He mocked, "Stupid class," and moved up to me. He was soaked. Through his shirt, I could see his erect n*****s and hairy chest. I gave him a smile. "People are enrolled in this class because they want to learn about society, people, and the world." He groaned and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and fingertips. I suppose they just need to look at you once to realize that's what the future holds.

I turned to face myself as I wiped the sprinkler water pool away while placing my hands up on the tabletop. "Yes, all of this," I said. "What exactly is wrong with it, then? "

"You are very conceited; you have passed this class by skating. I should have let you go months ago, but your coach believes you're some kind of golden kid, so I didn't. Even so, do you own a gold medal? "

because he asked. I rose and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I said, "You've had students who actually paid attention in class, but I've won more gold medals for swimming." "At this point, you can either give me credit for calming this place down or—"

He approached and took my suitcase in his hand. He responded, "You're not going anywhere. You are required to remove every last drop of water from this room with a mop and a bucket.

I responded, tugging the sack even more firmly, "Listen." I've had to go someplace else.

“No. He tugged with an unusual amount of effort for a teacher, saying, "You have to be right here, cleaning up the mess you caused. You may not be aware of this, but I am in charge of the final grading. I anticipate you to act now if you wish to graduate. "

I forbade anybody from speaking to me in such manner. I pulled the sack again. Everything sprang out the zipper like a spring-loaded jack-in-the-box as it opened. Unseen clothes by anybody else was now wetly arranged on the desk. I kept gazing at it. He gave it his whole attention.

Silky fabric, thrills, and black and white lace are now soaking up the water. A set of cat ears was added as the last touch.

Professor Edmend grinned as he released the sack. I don't want to snoop into my pupils' personal affairs, but this is an odd outfit selection. I believed Halloween to be in October.

My face became crimson from the heat. I seldom felt humiliated. I was very mortified, to be honest. I thought my body was incapable of feeling such sensations. I was tenacious and self-assured, and nothing could change that. There was nothing else save this and Professor Edmend staring down at my kitten play clothing.

I exclaimed "Oh f**k," nearly having a panic attack. “I—”

He grabbed at the outfit. “Wait,” he said, smiling. You are employed by the kitty club.

I bet they pay extra for jocks dressed like this.”

He shook his head as he scanned my body. He could not face the condemnation in his gaze.

"It's a f*****g job," I said. "How on earth would you even know that?" I asked while shrugging. "What do you do? Gay?”

"Yeah," he said. "Everyone is aware that I'm homosexual. I've decorated the classroom with pride flags. I typically wear one on my jacket, but right now it's too hot to do so.

The worst kind of somersaults occurred in my stomach. Because we had been hooking up at the frat house for more than a year, the only other person who knew I was bisexual. "I'm not gay," I asserted.

He murmured, sliding his fingers over the clothing, "I never claimed you were. I'm wondering how you obtained a job or why you would even go to work there. "

He started asking me questions now that I didn't want to answer. It was an underground club. " It wasn't something you just happened to stumble across. You have to be looking for something specifically in order to find it. That is how I had discovered it, at least. "

I gave a headshake. The location lacked a name

. Only those who knew the location could enter; it was only a place. This was not a case of a name being located using Google maps. "Try again," I instructed as I stuffed the damp clothing into my suitcase. And they were now drenched.