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Lily I stayed after the evening lecture on purpose.Most students left quickly. A few lingered to ask questions, then filed out until the large hall was almost empty. The overhead lights hummed. Professor Finn erased the board with slow, deliberate strokes, not looking at me. I waited until the last student disappeared through the double doors before I walked down the steps.He set the eraser down and finally turned.“You shouldn’t be here this late, Miss Hart.”“I know.”He glanced at the open doors, then back at me. Something hungry and dark moved behind his eyes. Without another word he walked past me, locked the main doors, and nodded toward the side exit that led to the old supply corridor behind the stage.I followed.The corridor was narrow and dim, lit only by a single emergency light. He pulled me into a small storage room lined with stacked chairs and AV equipment. The door clicked shut

LilyI couldn’t concentrate on anything that wasn’t him.In my other classes I sat in the back and stared at nothing, replaying the way Professor Finn’s thick cock had stretched me open on his desk, the heavy pulse of that vein, the way he had filled me and told me to walk around campus leaking him. By the third day I was so wound up that even the brush of my own thighs made me wet.Thursday afternoon I went to the library because I couldn’t stand being in my dorm anymore. I found a secluded corner on the third floor, behind the tall stacks of criticism journals, and opened a book I had no intention of reading. My hand slipped under the table almost without conscious thought. I pressed my fingers against the damp fabric of my panties and bit my lip.I was already soaked.I closed my eyes and rubbed slow circles over my clit, imagining it was his fingers, his mouth, the broad head of that long, veiny cock pushing i

LilyThe rumor started small.A girl in my composition class asked, too casually, why I always stayed after Professor Finn’s lectures. Another student in the hallway joked that I must be his favorite. By the end of the week the whispers had teeth. I caught two girls watching me in the library, heads together, eyes flicking toward me and then away.The danger should have scared me.Instead it made me wet.Thursday I went to his office the moment the department meeting started down the hall. I could hear the low murmur of voices through the walls—professors discussing curriculum, budgets, the usual. Finn opened the door before I could knock, pulled me inside, and locked it.His eyes were darker than usual.“They’re talking,” he said.“I know.” I said through uneven breathsHe backed me against the wall, one hand already under my skirt, fingers finding the soake

Lily The semester was almost over when I finally stopped pretending. I waited until the last student left the lecture hall, then walked down the steps to his desk while he packed his bag. Professor Finn looked up, and whatever he saw on my face made him go still. “My office,” he said quietly. We didn’t speak on the walk there. The moment the door locked behind us the air changed. He set his bag down, turned, and just looked at me for a long moment. The professional mask was gone. What remained was the man who had been fucking me in secret for weeks—hungry, possessive, and just as addicted as I was. “I’m not going to stop,” I said. My voice came out steady. “I don’t care about the rumors. I don’t care if I have to work twice as hard to keep my grades from slipping. I need this. I need you.” Something in his expression cracked. He crossed the room in two strides, cupped my face, and kissed me hard. It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t controlled. It was months of tension and risk

AvaThe campus was already alive when I parked.Boys everywhere. Laughing in groups, some still damp from morning runs, shirts clinging to their chests. One walked past my car with a basketball under his arm, veins standing out on his forearms. Another leaned against a railing, phone in hand, thighs thick under gray sweatpants. My cunt pulsed the second I stepped out. Three minutes with Henry this morning hadn’t done shit. The emptiness was still there, greedy and loud.I adjusted my pencil skirt, smoothed the white blouse that refused to hide my nipples, and headed for the administration building. I had no bra on. I wanted them looking.The receptionist was young. Marcus, according to the name tag. He stood a little too straight when he saw me.“Dr. Reed? Dean Harrington is ready for you. Third floor.”His eyes dipped to my chest, lingered, then snapped back up. I gave him a slow smile and walked pa