DEEP CRAVINGS

Sara sat in the back row of the lecture hall, her legs pressed tightly together under the desk. Professor Kane stood at the front, writing notes on the whiteboard. His deep voice filled the room as he explained the chapter on modern literature. He was tall and fit for a man in his late thirties, with short dark hair that had a little gray at the temples and sharp eyes that seemed to notice everything. Sara could not stop staring at him. She did not know exactly when it started, but lately she had become completely obsessed with her professor.While he talked, her mind wandered. She imagined his hands on her body instead of holding the marker. She pictured him calling her name in that same calm, commanding tone, but in a completely different way. Heat built between her legs. Her panties were already damp, and every time he turned to face the class, her pussy throbbed a little more. She shifted in her seat, trying to ease the ache, but it only made her clit rub against the fabric. A s