I chose this Professor for the Fuckit List because of the rumors.

Not even rumors, just whispers. Murmurs and giggles and secrets of Professor Roux, he of the perpetual five o'clock shadow, offering a special sort of extra credit to girls who need it. Specifically, to girls with dark hair and light eyes.

And yet, even with the tiny tank-top and short shorts I'm dressed in, he's only turns his intense Fassbender-like stare on me when I raise my hand to ask or answer a question. And he only looks into my eyes, never flicking his down my body to the abundant cleavage I made sure was on display or my long legs crossed under the desk.

The other reason I chose him; is I could actually use the extra credit. I'll pass, and that's all I need for my forensic science degree, but the extra credit would help. And a little naked one on one time would literally drill the lessons home.

I squirm in my seat at just the thought of him buried between my thighs, his face scratching mine as he kisses me. I wonder what sort of body is hidden beneath his bow ties and tweed jacket. His fitted pants give a clear sign of a damn fine ass. One I want to sink my nails into. And possibly my teeth as well.

Shaking my head, I force myself to focus on the lecture. Ever since that night and morning with Scott, it's like I'm perpetually turned on, imagining the wildest scenarios.

If this doesn't work with the Professor, I might have to see if Scott can help a friend out again.

I take a sip of my coffee, swirling the mocha taste over my tongue before swallowing. Around the room are students my age, most of them staring at the Professor with intent expressions, their hands flying across laptops as they take notes. I glance over at Sara, the girl who a lot of the rumors originated from.

She has long, glossy black hair and vibrant green eyes. I pluck at the strap of my tank-top as I take in her outfit. She's wearing tight shorts that showcase her perfect ass and a green flowing shirt that hangs a little off her shoulders, showing a peek of her bronze skin. A lot classier, though not quite as flirty as my thin spaghetti straps. My eyes narrow on her as she asks the Professor a question, a smirk hovering at the corner of her lips. His smile is warm and friendly when he answers her.

The rumors have got to be true. The chemistry, no pun intended, between them sears my skin. What did they do together? Did they fuck on his desk? Or did he make her kneel and give him pleasure?

She's fucking gorgeous and I consider her for the threesome on my list. If she's up for screwing the Professor for extra credit, my guess is she'll be down for other fun things. And I want to see them together; experiment with exactly how enthralled I am by her long legs.

I never thought I'd want to be with a woman before, but the more I think about it, the more it intrigues me. Soft skin, pillowy breasts, nipples scraping against mine. Scott had mentioned the threesome, half in jest, but I'd been drunk enough to add it, imagining it with another girl. And I'm glad I did. Though I have no idea how on Earth I'm going to go about setting that up. Do I just stop Sara after class and ask if she wants to sleep with me and some other guy? Finding the guy shouldn't be too hard. What dude is going to turn that offer down? Maybe I'll even see if Scott wants to be the one. It would be easy.

Though I'm not sure I like the idea of sharing him with Sara of all people. It'd be awkward if they ended up falling in love or something. And she's so freaking hot, maybe she's a bad choice. I want to be the hot one. Maybe that makes me shallow, but there it is.

I cut my eyes over at her again and imagine peeling the shirt off of her, releasing her breasts, taking them into my mouth. Or maybe the threesome could be with two guys. Two cocks filling me, stretching me. One in my pussy, one in my ass, pushing into me in beautifully synchronized movements. Getting fucked completely senseless.

I clench my thighs together and shoot my eyes back to my desk, my cheeks flaming. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be paying attention to this class. Especially in case the extra credit doesn't work out.

Professor Roux completely ignores me and my raised hand and calls on someone else. I drop my hand back to my lap with a sigh.

Doodling on my notebook, I think about Scott and a little about Adam.

I hadn't heard from him since that awful brunch and I'm glad. I want to put him from my mind and keep him in the past where he belongs. He was a six-year long mistake and I wasn't going to let him steal any more of my time.

Scott has been wonderful. Things between us haven't gotten awkward even after our incredibly steamy and frankly, hot as hell, encounter. We've gone back to the usual jokes and hanging out around campus. But every now and then, heat will pool in my belly when he looks at me in a certain way. In a way similar to how he looked at me that night. Every now and again his hand will graze bare skin, and it gives me goosebumps.

Once I make it farther down my list and have more experiences of that sort under my belt, our night and morning together will probably fade away. Though I admit, I wouldn't say no to a repeat with him. It was the most amazing night and morning of my life. Sexually anyway.

Will Professor Roux be anywhere nearly as good as him? Or will he be more like Adam, wanting to get his pleasure and not giving a shit about anyone else?

I guess if I get extra credit out of it, it won't really matter if I get an orgasm or not. But I want both.

Another question occurs to me, so I purse my lips and pull my tank-top down a little lower, leaning over the desk so he'll get a nice view, and I raise my hand.

His eyes narrow on my face and he raises a brow. "Yes?"

A bit disgusted with myself, I play the bimbo, even tossing my hair for good measure. "Professor, could you remind me what the range of numbers used in a PH scale is?" While chemistry isn't my best subject, of course I know the answer is zero to fourteen, but I'm trying to bring his attention to me; prove I need the "extra credit" for the class.

To see even the slightest flash of desire in his expression.

Unfortunately, I only see impatience. "I suggest you read chapter thirteen, Amanda. You'll find the answer there."

Damn. This is not working. At. All.

Is it the clothes? Would he prefer it if I left more to the imagination? Something a little more classy, like Sara? Is it me? My eyes too gray, not bright blue or green?

I wait a bit, tapping my pen against my lips, never taking my eyes off of him. He's truly handsome. Flecks of gray in his hair, those piercing blue eyes, scruffy face and artfully rumpled clothes. Hints of ginger in his facial hair.

My body heats up as I imagine him doing some of the same things Scott did to me. Would the Professor be as big as Scott? Hard to imagine. The things Scott did to me and for me had opened me up to so many new things. New desires, new needs, courage I didn't know I had, a wild and reckless side of me never before explored.

And I want to run with it.

If I could get a better grade out of it, all the better.

I raise my hand to answer a question this time, getting only another casual glance in response. I heave an internal sigh.

Guess it was just a rumor, just a whisper, just a murmur.

Someone's fantasy turning into fact.

Class finally ends and I hover around my desk, taking my time collecting my things, waiting for the classroom to empty. Once it does, I bound down the stairs, making sure my boobs bounce with each step.

He barely looks up from his desk as I approach. "Yes?"

I shift my weight, taking my last chance. "I was hoping I could do some, uh, extra credit work for you. I'd really like to get my grade up." My voice doesn't come out quite as sultry as I hoped. I just sound nervous and squeaky.

He reaches into his desk and hands me a piece of paper. My brows furrow as I scan it. It only lists several paper writing options. He doesn't even bother looking up from the scribbling he was doing in a notebook.

"Thanks." I shove the paper into my bag, avoiding his eyes so he doesn't see the disappointment in mine.

I guess the rumors were just that.

Le sigh.