“HEY! Who locked the closet again? Ughh damn Bernard.. I always tell him.. where are my damn keys..” The footsteps of the person outside the door shuffled away. Joey pulled his fingers out of me, and looked at me with assertiveness, his eyes telling me not to say a word. Bringing the fingers that a moment ago were deep in my pussy, up to his lips, he motioned, “shhh.” I looked at him with unfinished lust, all the sex oozing out from between my legs. I slowly pulled his fingers closer to my lips, closed my mouth over them, tasting my own sweet, tangy juices, my eyes locked to Joey’s as he bit his full bottom lip at me.

He buttoned back up his black plaid shirt, putting his cap back on, and smoothing down the front of his jeans. I pulled my dress back down over my ass, and fixed my straps, letting my long hair spill over the front of my perked nipples.

The person outside the door was still rummaging, and couldn’t seem to find the keys. Our breathing labored and quiet, we heard the person say, “fucking Bernard, did he leave them next door? They don’t need to share our closet.. Aagh,” and his footsteps went back across the room. As soon as the main door opened, Joey and I quickly grabbed our things, unlocked the closet door and made our way out quietly. We entered the hallway, and just caught the backside of the person who must’ve been looking for the keys enter the next room over, “hey do you guys have the keys to the closet?” We overheard.

“Damn, that was close, ey?” Joey said, with a little wink.

“Just a little,” I winked back.

“Yeah shorty, I’ll catch you next time. Don’t want to you thinking I don’t finish what I start.” He gave me a hard look, but I knew he was putting up a front. Joey was a sweet guy, but he always had a girl by his side he wanted to get freaky with. I was never opposed, I loved the sex. But I knew better than to get attached and sucked in with guys like him.

“Yeah you tell yourself that playboy, I can handle myself, don’t worry” I smiled back, “if you know what I mean,” I swiftly and quickly pressed my boobs together and winked at him. Joey groaned, pretending to clutch his heart.

“You take care mama, I’ll see you next time.”

I laughed as he walked away, accidentally tripping over a girls school bags on the floor. I looked at the time on my phone, “6:58 PM” - shit! I was about to be late for my midterm for Theology!

I picked up my pace, trying to forget about the breeze that hit my clit with every step I took, and the vibration and movement happening with my pussy lips. My breasts were still swollen, and I had little time to fix myself up before just reaching my classroom.

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I steeled myself outside of Professor Joaquin’s class and took a deep satisfying breath. My cheeks were slightly flushed and my dress was pulled taunt over my expanding chest, my nipples still puckered after the labored suckling and licking from Joey just moments ago.

I smoothed my hair down, and entered the classroom.

“… you’ll have about an hour to—“ Professor Joaquin paused when I entered to look over at me. He gave me a quick look I couldn’t read, and waved me in to take a seat. Of course, all desks except the front row were taken. Typical college classes.

Professor Joaquin continued sharing about the midterm expectations while I took my seat and steadied my mind. I was still reeling from my nearly-there orgasm, my stomach fluttered at the memory of my clitoris being rubbed by another man, his full, loaded cock just aching beneath the fabric of his jeans.. damn it.. I thought. I rubbed my neck and fanned my face, struggling to pay attention to the room in front of me.

Admittedly, Professor Joaquin was an easy distraction from the heat between my legs. Or really, I should say, he fueled it.

Professor Joaquin was a sexy, middle aged man. He was tall, well-built with olive skin and a goatee mustache to compliment his gelled back full head of hair. He had thick forearms and a steady low voice, and he often talked with his hands when he got passionate during his lectures. He always wore neat black slacks and a dress up shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. Today it was a deep, muted red, and damn he looked fine.

I’ve often wondered how he would dominate me over that front desk of his.. but I never dared to flirt.. that was until recently when I noticed his eyes linger over me once I started joining in fierce debates in his class. And often, giving my opponents a run for their money.

Professor Joaquin grabbed his stack of midterm papers and moved towards me, looking down as he gave me my midterm. “Señora Gutiérrez” he purred lowly at me. I looked up at him from my seat, holding his gaze for a quick second before I saw his eyes wander down to my exposed chest. I remembered how swollen my breasts were, and smiled unapologetically as he moved away towards the other student behind me. He continued to stroll down each aisle to pass out the rest before returning to his desk, where he’d wait for us all to finish and turn it in before leaving.

We were halfway in to the midterm hour when I finally reached the last page. The test wasn’t easy, but I loved concepts and theories and always had a knack for remembering the material. I usually moved through the tests pretty quickly. Taking a breath, I looked up as I considered one of the last few questions and found Professor Joaquin rubbing his mustache and looking over at me.

What did he see? I wondered.. I was directly in front of him, the only person in the front row, and I was wearing this beautiful brown, satin, tight fitted dress and strappy sandals. My legs bare and exposed, my chest only covered by my long thick brown hair.

I fluttered my eyes down, the heat of my sex rising back again as I imagined Professor Joaquin running his hands over my ass and smacking my pussy, running his tongue down the center of my wetness, bending me over his desk and telling me naughty things.

I looked back up to see his gaze still on me, a dark cast over his face. Sexy, animalistic, controlled. I spread my legs just slightly apart, hoping he could peak some of the red thong over my bare shaven pussy. As I moved, I slowly sat up and smoothed my hair to frame my boobs before resting my elbow on the edge of the desk. I looked up lustfully, biting the edge of my pen, and saw Professor Joaquin’s eyes widen a bit. He brought his hands together to rest over his mouth, and struggled to keep his eyes above my desk. I started to grind ever so slightly in my seat, the motion raising the hem of my dress up by just a few centimeters. But enough to give him a better view.

He fidgeted, the look in his face longing as he glanced back up at me before turning away and clearing his throat.

I was enjoying this small moment, and I smiled and looked back down at my last two questions. Finally, the first in class, I stood up and walked over to his desk.

He watched me come forward and met my eyes as I reached the table. Leaning more than enough to give a fair view of the scoop in my dress, I pressed forward and whispered, “Too easy professor,” and winked before putting my test in the paper holder. He looked at my posture and up at me before smiling a bit at my audacity, but I knew he couldn’t help resist looking at my curvaceous body. On my way back to my desk, knowing his eyes were fixed on me, I dropped my pen and slowly bent forward, revealing my beautiful round ass glorified by this dress, and giving him a true peek at the wetness underneath my red thong. After hours of my being teased by these men, I knew my pussy lips were still visibly swollen and full.

I heard a small stifled moan come from his low voice, and I looked back with a small smile. He was hiding a grin from me, but he looked down before giving me a final smoldering look.

I grabbed my backpack and left the classroom, my presence imprinted on Professor Joaquin’s bulge I caught as I walked past one more time.

Next class should be interesting, I thought.

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Mystery Author: Lusty CC, part 3 coming soon.