It’s the day after that night in my dorm room, and I’m sitting in his classroom with heat pooling between my legs as I watch him talk.

It’s a funny feeling, sitting here, knowing him like this. The man that turned a girl into a woman. The man that took my virginity like he already owned it. The man that made me come and feel like I’ve never felt before.

The man who’s my professor.

Of course, I wanted nothing more than for him to stay the night before, but that was impossible. I’d have been an awkward and horribly embarrassed mess if Ally had come home to any guy in my bed with me. But for her to walk in on a professor sharing my bed would have been bad, even as cool as Ally is.

And so I fell asleep with the lingering touching of his lips on mine, a grin spread across my face, and the tender throbbing between my legs like a delicious reminder of him.

And now here in the lecture hall, I’m still thinking about him and how he felt. I can feel my pussy growing warm between my legs, and my nipples aching to be touched beneath my shirt. I’m lost in thought as he talks, thinking not of the book in his hands but of the cock between his legs and how he felt driving into me over and over again. I’m remembering his hands, holding me down as he fucked me and made me his.

And I’m remembering how he came inside me, and that gets me flushed even hotter and redder than I already am sitting right there in the front of the class. Sleeping with my professor is crazy enough, but doing it without any sort of protection is insane. I’m certainly not on birth control, and yet I’ve never even felt the urge to ask about him using a condom.

In fact, I realize with a naughty little thrill that tingles through my whole body, I don’t want him to. The idea of Liam pumping his cum deep inside my fertile young body gets me hotter than anything I’ve ever thought of. And the idea of that seed taking, and swelling my belly up with his child makes me want to jump on him right here in the lecture.

His baby.

God, the idea of it is so scandalizing and so wrong but at the same time, it makes me want to yank my skirt up, bend over his lecture podium, and let him fill me up right here and now.

People are getting up around me, and I realize the lecture is over as I slowly shake the fantasy from my head and get up from my seat. I’ve got plenty of ideas about what I want Liam to do to me in his office, but when I look up, I frown. There’s another girl up at the podium from class talking with him, and giggling at something he says. Ashley, I think her name is. She’s pretty, and cute and all smiles and giggles, and I can suddenly feel my emotions flaring. It’s not like he’s flirting back or anything, and in fact he’s clearly acting very “teacherly” towards her.

Except I know where that can lead.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. It’s a stupid thought, and it’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything. But I’m still furious at the other girl trying to weasel in on him like this.

“I mean even if it was just a hook-up thing, good for you, girl.”

Ally’s words from the other day resonate in my head, which only gets me even madder. I mean was it? So, we’re having fun with each other, but am I jut a thing? I can hardly be the first girl who found Liam Martin attractive. Clearly, as demonstrated by Ashley giggling all over him here.

For a second, I wonder how many other girls he’s done this with, and it makes my heart sink. How many other impressionable young students has he “rescued” and played the “this is so wrong” card with?

There’s dull ache in the pit of my stomach the more I think about it, and the longer I watch Ashley giggle and touch his arm. And any thoughts I have of waiting after class and letting him take me back to his office go flitting away as I turn and quickly leave the room.

* * *

“Okay what did that fucker do?”

I blink quickly and jerk my head up from my bed to see Ally frowning from the doorway as she steps in.

“What?” I quickly brush my face across my pillow, hoping she doesn’t see the moisture there from me sulking and being so juvenile about the whole thing with Liam.

“Your guy, Ellie. Did he hurt you?”

I smile as I shake my head. “No, no nothing like that.”

“Well you’re pouting and you’re not all glowing like were earlier after you had sex with him in here.”

My face goes bright red before I swallow. “What?” I manage to croak out.

Ally rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. Ellie, I know a sex room when I enter it.” My face burns red as I drop it back into my pillow as my roommate laughs and sits on the edge of my bed. “Aww, c’mon! Look at you!” She rubs my back. “Bringing guys to your dorm room! Now you’re doing the college thing right, girl.”

I snort and groan as I roll over and prop myself up, looking glumly at her. “Yeah, but if we’d been caught?”

She rolls her eyes again. “Ellie, it's a coed dorm, in case you missed all the guys walking around.”

Yeah, that wouldn’t have helped us.

“No, I know that, but he- he couldn’t.”

“He couldn’t what?”

“Nothing,” I say quickly.

Ally frowns suspiciously at me. “What, be here? Who is this guy?”

“He’s- uh.”

He’s twice my age, and my teacher, and so wrong that I can’t stop fantasizing about it.

“He- he’s not  student here.”

“And?”

“And nothing,” I say, trying to play it cool.

Ally isn’t buying it, of course.

“Ellie.”

I groan. “Okay! Okay, he’s a little older.”

She grins wickedly. “How older?”

“A lot?”

Her eyes sparkle. “What, like thirty?”

I scrunch my face up. “More like almost forty?”

Ally squeals. “Oh my GOD, girl!” She leans in close, grinning at me conspiratorially. “So…?”

“So?”

“So dish! Is it good?”

I blush bright red and look away and Ally giggles. “Okay, yeah, it’s good isn’t it?” She tickles my arm. “So what’re you so bummed about? So he’s older? Big deal.”

I sigh. “Because…”

Because I’m being passive and weird and I know it’s all just because he’s the first.

“Because I don’t know what we are.”

Ally nods. “Aha. Well, have you asked him?”

I roll my eyes. “No way.”

“Oh, you let him take your v-card but you can’t ask him to define what you are?”

“Pretty much,” I mumble.

Ally slides an arm over my shoulder and hugs me. “Look, you clearly like this guy, right?”

I nod glumly.

“So push the issue. Go do something ‘couple-y’ with him that isn’t getting boned in our dorm room.” She grins as I blush bright red. “Ellie, if he’s into you, and I’m sure he is, he’ll jump at the idea of taking you out. And if he’s a stupid loser, he’ll dodge it, and then I’ll go murder him, deal?”

I laugh as my roommate hugs me close. “Either way, you get an answer, and then you can figure out what you want.”

Except I already know what I want, and what I want is the illicit thrill I’ve already felt and can’t get enough of. The only question is, what does Liam want?