“I hope you don’t mind getting messy today, Sierra,” Professor Patton murmured.
I stared up at him from my desk, my core growing warm. After peering down at my desk, I shuffled my legs together, desperate to suppress the lingering ache between them. I didn’t know what had happened, but I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since the last class. He had split the last class by gender, but we were back to men and women being together.
“What’s today’s class, Professor?”
Professor Patton leaned against his desk, his biceps flexing against his baby-blue dress shirt. “Squirting 101.”
My eyes grew wide. “Wh-what?”
He stepped toward me and placed his large hands on my desktop, leaning forward. “You are going to help me teach the class how to make a woman squirt,” he repeated, as if I n
