Wendy's POV"I am so happy for you, darling. This is great! I don't even know what to say right now, but just know I am proud of you, sweetie," Aunt Linda expressed the next day she saw me. She had been out of town and had just returned."Thank you, Aunt. So, how was the trip? Any progress?" I asked, dropping onto the cushion. I was dead tired, and it was just morning! It was crazy how tired I was, and I blamed it all on George. We had chatted almost all night, and if May hadn't been in the room, we would have done something really naughty.As usual, he had traveled, and it saddened me because I really wanted to see him. I wanted to see the look on his face when I told him the good news, but fate wasn't so kind to me to such an extent. "Went well. Where's May? I thought you guys were supposed to go shopping. Was there a change in plans or anything?""Not really. She's still dressing up. I'm just waiting for her to be done, and then we'll go together. I was faster in getting ready than

Wendy's POV"An all night party!" I let out a frustrated grunt as we dropped out of the car. May had just told me that it was an all night party, and the thought of it alone was enough to make me want to cry because it was fucking insane! How was I going to survive?!The thought of staying there all night made my stomach churn."Look on the brighter side and have a lot of fun; it will be over before you know it, darling," May said in an excited voice, and I gave her a cold glare. I couldn't believe this was happening!"Come on, let's go in. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun," she added, trying to drag me in, but I pulled my hand away from her, trying my very best not to get angry at the crazy woman in front of me."Alright, have it your way, darling. I'll be in. I'm sure Stan would take very good care of your sweet pudding," she blew me a kiss before moving with her group of friends."Um, hi," Stan's voice seeped into my ears, and I took a deep breath before turning to look at him with

George's POV.As I sped towards the party location in my car, I muttered the name "Demonic frog" and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. What had I done to deserve such a crazy silly nickname from her?Sure, maybe I had been a bit harsh with her in the past, especially during those first few weeks when we first met. But to be labeled as a "demonic frog"? It felt like a slap in the face.I clenched my jaw in frustration, my head already planning on how to spank her hard when I got her in a tight position. I'm gonna punish her for giving me such a terrible nickname. How dare she use such a name for me, I'm not that bad or am i? What happened to the respectful titles like "Professor George" or even "Sir"? Or, dare I hope, "Baby"? Calling me baby would not be bad, I would love it more if she calls me daddy or maybe just "Sir."But no, instead, she chose to liken me to some sort of mythical creature. It was really annoying, to say the least. I knew I had my flaws, but demonic frog was a w

Wendy's POV.My eyes flew open, and I immediately shut them again, the pounding in my head making me want to retreat back into the darkness. "Good Lord... What the fuck is wrong with me?" I cursed under my breath, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pain coursing through me.Carefully, I shifted, and my hand brushed against something solid. My heart leaped into my throat as I forced my eyes open despite the pain I was feeling, dreading what I might find. There, lying next to me, was a broad back half covered by a blanket. My hand flew to my mouth when I saw the view beside me... May didn't have such finely toned back, May would never sleep on my bed, and May doesn't have ink!Good Lord!What the fuck happened?Panic surged through me, and I struggled to make sense of my surroundings through the haze of my headache.Oh, dear God...I pressed my hand to my mouth in shock as the pieces slowly fell into place. This wasn't my room. This wasn't my bed. And the man lying beside me was

Wendy's POV.He used his hand to fondle my left boob roughly, and each rough fondle always gave way to a low gasp.He stood up and pulled me closer to himself, his hot breath fanning my face, and it sent this delicious yet apprehensive shiver down my spine, and surprisingly, I loved it."You crazy girl... Why don't you just listen to me and take a rest?" He asked me as his other hand caught my boob, and I thought I would explode from the pleasure his rough touches brought. Loving such rough touches when I should be enjoying some soft fondled, I wonder how I turned this way. "How can I go to sleep when my hot professor and I are in a room together? Think it straight, sir. Don't you think that would be silly of me?" I asked and wound my hand around his neck."You'll regret this. I'm trying so hard to control myself, you know?"He stopped fondling my boobs and wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me up so my boobs would be pressed against his chest."Well, I don't know about regret