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Tell him that whatever he thought
this meant, it didn’t, that she was going to own up to the head of
school tomorrow so whatever his plan for blackmail had been, it was
over.
    “ Yeah,” he
said. “Sorry. I did.”
    She pulled
him inside and closed the door. A lot of
people worked odd hours, anyone could still be around.
    “ You’re a
shit,” she said. “You should have told
me.”
    “ I’m sorry,”
he said. “But you just assumed, and you
were already upset about last semester.”
    That was true.
    “How long did you think it would take me to
realize?” she said.
    “ Ah,” he
said. “Well, since apparently you don’t
recognize anyone in your class…”
    “I would have eventually.”
    “ At least
until tonight. Hopefully longer if I
didn’t go to lectures.”
    “You’d skip lectures to fuck me?”
    “Of course.”
    She liked how
he didn’t need to think about that. How
he thought wanting her was obvious.
    “ And I could
ask you for notes, anyway,” he said. “Afterwards, when you realized.”
    She just looked at him for a while, then
said, “Dickhead.”
    “How did you work it out?”
    “Marked your assignment.”
    “ Ah.” Grinning. “Um, yeah. That was kind of a fuck-up
of timing.”
    “Yep.”
    “How’d I do?”
    She almost
told him. Then said, “Find out when
everyone the fuck else does.”
    “You swear more than when you’re
teaching.”
    “ No fucking
shit.” She looked at him. “So
what?”
    “It’s hot.”
    “Hot?”
    “ Yeah, it
turns me on. You’re a real person, when
you’re like this.”
    “ You’re a
shit,” she said. “You really
are.”
    He just stood
there. She didn’t know why she’d said it,
really, but he was. He was too confident, for twenty-one. Too
confident for someone trying to bang their professor.
    “ Come here,”
she said, and kissed him. Kissed him for
a while.
    He tried to pull her top down, get to her
tits.
    “No,” she said, and grabbed his hand,
“Clothes on, here.”
    He got his hand inside her skirt and
underwear, and she sat there and kissed him and let him finger
her.
    He knelt down, tugged her underwear to the
side.
    She owed him,
she should be getting him off, but he was doing her again and
didn’t seem to care. He started licking
her, and she melted. Felt herself go all warm and gooey. She closed
her eyes and tried to balance sitting up. Held his head with one
hand and the edge of the desk with the other and wriggled around
knocking things onto the floor. She ended up bent forwards over
him, holding his head against herself, hugging him. Trying to lift
herself onto his mouth. Breathing hard, trying to stay quiet. The
desk was moving, things were tipping over. A few pens rolled off
the side, and fell. A badly-placed book. Her computer hummed and
switched on.
    She felt it
very close. Felt it building up. Her knee
twitched and her tits ached and she couldn’t breathe. She said,
“Shit, oh shit,” very quietly, and came.
    And kept
coming. She was a bit surprised by that.
She’d been doing herself for too long, had forgotten what someone
else felt like when you had the time to enjoy them and weren’t
already pulling your clothes back into place as it
started.
    She opened
her eyes and looked down at him and wondered what the fuck to do
now. He kissed her a few more times,
licked her, acted like he really wanted to be down there. That was
kind of hot.
    She was
sitting on her desk, in an office she’d worked her whole life to
get, with a student kneeling between her legs. His hands on her, his chin wet with her. Licking her
still.
    She watched
him for a while and decided this was turning into a thing. It wasn’t just once, and she needed to think
about that.
    After a while
she said, “No-one can know. No-one from
around here.”
    “Okay,” he said.
    “ And not your
friends. Definitely not your
friends.”
    “I won’t tell anyone.”
    “I mean it.”
    “ I get
it. I won’t tell anyone, I
swear.”
    She felt a
little