The office suddenly felt too small.
The lock clicked shut behind Sophie, and the three of us stood frozen for a long second.
My blouse was still open, breasts almost spilling out.
My skirt was pushed high on my thighs, p***y bare and glistening from how turned on I had been.
Professor Voss stood right in front of me, his hand still hovering near my chest, his pants clearly tented.
Sophie’s cheeks were bright red, but her eyes weren’t scared.
They were wide with shock and something else — curiosity, maybe hunger. She was the girl who always sat in the front row, perfect notes, perfect smile. Now she was staring at my exposed body and at the obvious bulge in our professor’s pants.
“I won’t tell anyone,” she said again, voice soft but steady. “But only if I can join.”
Professor V
