The Physiology Lecturer

My name was Naomi Lovell. I was 26 and worked as a physiology lecturer at a local university.I'd anticipated awkward moments when I chose this major, but what made things uncomfortable wasn't the professional terminology. It was the way certain hormone-driven students looked at me during lectures.I had the kind of figure that drew attention—the kind that made women jealous and men stare. At five-foot-seven and 120 pounds, with slender legs and a narrow waist, my proportions were hard to hide. Most of my curves were concentrated in my chest.Every class attracted stares, and the white lab coat the university required did little to conceal my figure.That afternoon, the entire campus had back-to-back classes, and the hallways were packed with students. When the bell rang, the crowd surged toward the door. I found myself pushed and jostled along with everyone else.The corridor was worse, with people pressed shoulder-to-shoulder. This floor had more classrooms and a narrower hallwa

As Kieran spoke those last few words, his gaze locked onto my face.I pretended not to notice. "What's your undergraduate major?""Also physiology. I'm a junior.""You're already preparing for grad school? That's early.""I want to be prepared, play it safe." He smiled at me. "Besides, I've sat in on your lectures before, Professor Lovell. They're excellent."I froze. "You've sat in on my classes?""The Human Physiology Fundamentals course you're teaching this semester. I've attended every lecture." His eyes stayed fixed on me. "Your teaching is very engaging, Professor, especially today's section on the genital response cycle. You covered a lot of details very clearly."I caught the implication in his words."So… Do you have any specific questions?"He pulled a notebook from his bag, flipped it open, and slid it across the desk. "This section on male genital response mechanisms—there are some parts I don't understand."I looked down. The notebook contained neat notes from

A cry escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth. The office walls were thin. I could hear every sound from the hallway clearly.Kieran looked up, a smile in his eyes. "Don't hold back."With that, he lowered his head again, his tongue working against my skin while his other hand moved to my chest.My body felt as if struck by lightning, wave after wave of pleasure radiating from my chest through my entire body. My legs tightened instinctively, only to end up clasping around his waist."Professor, it's been a long time since you've felt this good, hasn't it?"His hand began to wander downward, pushing up my skirt. I was too shy to speak, biting my lip hard to keep quiet."Professor Lovell, Blake hasn't touched you in a while, has he?"His fingers moved faster. My body began to tremble, the pleasure building and cresting until I reached my peak."Ah… Mm…"I pressed my hand over my mouth, but muffled sounds still escaped. My body was

"You… Back then…" I stuttered."It was just for fun. Your boyfriend couldn't satisfy you, so I did.""You said…"Kieran grew even more irritated. "Said what? It was supposed to be a one-time thing. Who knew you'd be so eager? I just kept you entertained for a few extra months.""So these three months were just a game to you?""What else would they be?" He walked toward me naked, looking down at me. "You didn't actually think I was devoted to you, did you? I got bored, so I'm moving on."My tears finally fell."Was I just a toy to fill your emptiness?" I laughed bitterly. "Because you had energy to burn and needed a convenient outlet?""You're finally catching on." He turned toward the bathroom. "Anyway, Maya's here today. Come back after she leaves.""Kieran!" I grabbed his arm. "How can you treat me like this?""What's our relationship that you think you can control me? Are you my girlfriend? At best, you're a mistress.""I gave up everything for—" I couldn't finish my se