I’m buzzing as I leave the English department building. I can feel my whole face blushing, and my entire body throbbing and tensing like I’ve been hit with some sort of electric spark as I make a bee-line right to my dorm.

Because what I just saw has me soaking through my panties.

“Well listen, if you need to talk, my office is always open…I work late.”

If I were any other girl - maybe a more experienced one, I’d say ‘talking’ wasn’t why I went to Liam Martin’s office so late, after the rest of the building was mostly dark and empty. But this is me we’re talking about, and truth be told, I don’t know why I went. To be near him and feel that illicit, electric glow I got whenever I was around him? To maybe feel that same rush I’d felt when he’d bumped into me out of class and talked to me and looked at me like I was this girl he had to have instead of just one of this students?

I fumble in my pocket for the keycard to my dorm, still feeling that powerful thrill thundering through me, making my nipples hard as points under my t-shirt and making my little pussy wet, soaking the cotton of my panties as I squeeze my legs together.

He said my name.

I walked down the dark hallway of the English building slowly, trying to even make sense of why I was there, and what I was possibly going say to him once I got to his office. What, that I was struggling in class? I was acing his class, along with every other class.

It was the grunting noise that stopped me cold in the hallway, a few feet before I’d gotten to his door. I might be young, and naive, and inexperienced, but I’m not that sheltered. I know the sound of well, that, when I hear it.

For a moment, I almost felt a rush of jealousy at the sounds he made. Was there someone in there with him? I wanted to slap myself for being silly enough to think I was the only girl who thought the tattooed, ruggedly charming Liam Martin was hot, and I almost walked away right then before I heard it again.

I had to see.

I forced myself closer to the ajar door of his office, feeling my heart pound with every slow step. Slowly, I inched my way to the crack in the door and peered in, but nothing prepared me for what I saw.

Oh my God.

His head was thrown back, his eyes were squeezed shut, and his hand was wrapped around the biggest cock I could ever have imagined. Okay, it’s not like I had any actual experience to compare it to, but it was huge.

It was like flicking a switch, and I was wet instantly.

I watched, my pulse roaring in my ears and my eyes glued to the man in the chair not five feet from me. His biceps bulged under the t-shirt he wore, and the thick cock in his hand seemed to swell bigger and bigger as his hand shuttled up and down the shaft. I could feel my young pussy just dripping desire into my panties, and before I knew it, I had a hand up under my t-shirt and sliding over my bra to get at my aching nipples.

And then, he said my name.

My mind spun and my breath caught ragged in my throat as I watched my hunky older professor utter my name out loud as his cock just erupted in his hand. I watched, utterly transfixed, as his thick white cum spurted out to splash across the papers on his desk.

It was the first time I’d ever seen a man come.

His hand dropped from his cock, and suddenly I realized I was alone in the dark hallway with my legs squeezed together and my hand under my shirt and my bra, pulling at my nipple. In a flash, I darted away from the door, and walked as quickly and as silently as I could to the stairwell.

The door to my dorm room shuts with a click behind me, and it feels like it's the first time I’ve let the air out of my lungs since seeing him like that.

I’m still tingling, still feeling the rush of what I’ve just seen pounding through my veins as I notice the note from my roommate Ally lying on my pillow:

Out for the night at Jason’s ;)

I barely give it a second thought before I’m letting my shorts slip down my legs as I peel the t-shirt off my body. My bra follows, and I’m biting my lip and moaning quietly as my hands slide over them, cupping them and letting my fingers tease over the pink, sensitive nipples. I drop to my bed and let myself fall back into it as I slide my hands down my body to hook my thumbs into the waist of my panties. They kick from my feet easily, and then it’s just me, my fingers, and my wicked, dirty thoughts of Liam Martin.

I gasp as my fingers pull at my nipples, my skin warm to the touch as I imagine all sorts of things Professor Martin could do to me in his office with that jaw-dropping cock of his. I imagine touching it as my hands slide lower, over the soft skin of my torso and down to the hot, wet heat of my young pussy. I imagine what he’d feel like in my hands, and what he’d taste like on my tongue. My fingers slide easily through the slippery folds of my pussy, and I whimper as I imagine his hands there, touching and exploring me.

I leave one hand to slowly toy with my little clit as I reach over to my bedside table. Ally is gone, so it’s the perfect time for the toy I’d blushingly bought my first week at school.

The vibrator is small, but it has me gasping and arching my hips off the bed as soon as it touches me. I’m moaning as I roll it across my clit over and over, while my other hand pulls and pinches at my nipples, making my whole body writhe in the bed sheets. In my head, it’s him touching me, him owning my body and making me moan as he teaches me everything I’ve yet to learn.

In my mind, it’s Professor Martin holding me down and sliding into me. It’s hardly a feeling I can picture, having never experienced it, but he’s all I imagine that night. He’s all I imagine as my body begins to crash over the edge, and that wicked, forbidden imagine of his cock is all I can see as I cry out and go tumbling over the edge of my climax.