Seconds? A minute? Several minutes?
Catherine wasn’t sure how long she had remained on the professor’s lap, in his arms, against his chest, she wasn’t sure how long it had taken her to actually understand what had happened; she had not only made out with him but she had unraveled right on his lap. By the time she pulled herself together and backed away from him, his clothes were…..messy, the front of his shirt had been smeared with tears and sweat, and his pants…..
Her wetness had not only penetrated her sweatpants but his as well, she raised her gaze to meet his slowly, her heart had begun pounding against her chest erratically as the realization and impact of what had just happened settled on her. Her gaze met his dark and intense ones, she swallowed a thick lump that had suddenly mate
