Two weeks passed just like that. The end of the semester was already approaching. Roxanne had been a welcome addition to the household, and I was pleased that she was spending so much time with Darla. The little girl had been in desperate need of a mother figure, and I was happy to see that Roxanne could fill that role, at least for a time,

The gossip at school, on the other hand, was beginning to become intolerable. Every professor seemed to have a smart-ass comment for me about robbing the cradle, and a flyer that someone had made and placed on the notice board in one of the break rooms that stated that I was the new professor in charge of freshman "orientation" only served to make things worse. All I could do was see the see the semester through, break things off with Roxanne, and hope that I might be able to salvage my career here at this university.

So I just grit my teeth, knowing that the faculty would find new things to talk about as soon as this situation with Roxanne was over and done with.

But there was a little problem with that: I didn't want this situation to end.

It was killing me to keep so much distance between her and me. Having her around constantly was so difficult, and it was taking all the restraint I had to keep the situation professional. I could just imagine what would happen if one of us slipped up and kissed the other on campus or, God forbid, we were caught en flagrante somewhere on campus. The scandal and gossip would never end; I'd be forced to work somewhere else.

One Saturday night at the office, however, the…pressure became too much to bear.

I was in the process of going over some of the chapter drafts for the book, pleased with how the work was shaping up. With Roxanne's contributions, the progress on the book was proceeding at a fantastic pace, and there was a chance the first manuscript could even be finished before the year ended. I was overjoyed that I'd be able to put out another book so soon after my last; it would really help with sales.

Taking a break and clicking around aimlessly on the internet, I couldn't help but pull up Roxanne's Facebook page. I clicked through some of her old pictures, laughing to myself about how gawky and awkward she looked in high school, her lovely features having not developed quite just yet.

However, as the timeline of pictures went on, the beauty that she currently displayed began to emerge more and more. Soon, at around her sophomore year of college, she was stunning. But it was the kind of beauty that only a late-bloomer could really have, a beauty that wasn't done up with make-up and revealing clothes- a simple, classic beauty.

Then, I happened across some pictures of her on vacation at one beach or another. The album was long, and the more I clicked through it, the more aroused I found myself becoming. Roxanne was wearing nothing but a simple two-piece that left very little to the imagination. Her ample breasts, her sensual curves, her full, round ass- they were all on full display. I found myself thinking about the numerous sexual encounters that we'd had over the course of the semester, the images of her bare breasts bouncing as she rode me, the way her ass bounced as I fucked her from behind, how her face tightened into an expression of sensual agony as she came…it was all too much. I was well beyond the point of being able to get any work done.

I knew that Darla was away at a play date for the afternoon, and that Roxanne was likely at the library studying. So, I pulled my jeans down, took out my cock, and with the pictures of Roxanne on my computer, began to masturbate.

I worked my cock slowly at first, my eyes glued onto the curves of Roxanne's body, tracking up slowly to her breasts. I clicked through the images, keeping my orgasm at bay as I lusted over her.

Then, out of nowhere, footsteps sounded in the hallway, followed by the sound of the door to the office turning. Before I could react, the door opened.

"Hey," said Roxanne, stepping into the office, her eyes on a piece of paper in her hands. "I was looking over one of the ch-"

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide as she saw what she had walked in on.

"Umm, umm," she said, frozen in place.

I did nothing, still sitting there with my hard cock in my hand. I didn't know what to do- I was busted.

"Are you…?" she asked, her eyes tracking over to the computer, widened when she saw what was on the screen. "And that's…!"

"It's you," I said, deciding I might as well fess up.

To my surprise, she walked over to me and sat down on the edge of the desk, her eyes still on the screen.

"That's me when I was in West Palm Beach two years ago! You're….jerking off to that?"

"I couldn't help it," I said. "It's been…uh, well, hard having you here and trying to keep some distance."

"'Keep some distance'?" she asked. "That's what you've been trying to do?"

"I figured that it'd be a good idea to cool things down, what with the gossip and all."

"Well," she said, her eyes glued to my cock. "They're going to talk no matter what."

Then, to my shock, she reached down to my prick and wrapped her fingers around it. "If you're going to do the time, you might as well do the crime."

Pleasure shuddered through my body as she took hold of me.

"Good point," I said with a smile. "Besides, I'd rather have the real thing."