More Than Ever

I was so worried about the lecture. I couldn't even imagine someone like Dex speaking about such topics and not being aroused. I tried every mental preparation I could, but I knew as soon as he walked to the front I would be a goner. So I sat in the back of the lecture hall, hoping that giving distance between us would help.

When Dex came in he was dressed casually in jeans, but with a button down shirt, sweater vest, and brown oxfords. His glasses were in place as per usual. Hot professor vibes for sure.

The moment he started talking about mitochondria I was done for, completely zoned in on every word out of his mouth.

The way his lips formed words with his free flow of information had me picturing those lips on me. He didn't look like a man that would speak to me as he has done these last few weeks, but a well-informed, intellectual that wanted nothing more than dispense knowledge.

I clenched my thighs as he answered questions and assigned reading. His lecture confirmed why I have liked him all these years. He personified my deepest desires.

I walked down the steps to the front of the room where he was still fielding student questions. I was tempted to leave since I was so on edge.

The look he gave me told me to stay exactly in my spot. And so I waited the few minutes as the class filed out. I know I had to be fidgeting about with nerves and need.

Dex began to pack his belongings, adding notebooks, text books, and files into a leather messenger bag. "Did you enjoy the lecture, Irene?" He asked sternly, but without sparing me a glance.

"Yes. You would make an excellent professor, Dex," I said honestly and likely a little too eagerly. I felt like a brown nosing student.

"You seemed distracted. Were you listening?" He latched his bag and began to walk to the exit. I followed behind like a puppy dog.

"Of course. You really know your stuff," I said trying to keep up with his long strides. He made it out the building exit towards the parking lot, and stopped by a modest sedan.

He opened the car and placed his bag inside the backseat. "Come here, Irene," he said as he turned back around.

I was already there, but I sensed he meant closer. So I took a step closer.

"Tell me what I'd find in your panties right now," he said as his hand on my jaw forced my head to angle toward his. His breath was warm over my chilled face.

"I-I think...I'm wet," I said, having never said something like that before. And definitely not to a man. "I really enjoyed the lecture."

"Prove it," he demanded. "I don't believe you," he continued with a smirk.

"H-how?"

"Hm, I thought you were brighter than that. How would I want you to prove it? What would I thoroughly enjoy? I know you want to please me, Irene. Like we discussed."

It was very true. Even though this man was a complete man-whore and womanizer I wanted to make him happy.

I considered my options. Would he want to touch me? Or for me to touch myself? Or perhaps give him my panties? The last one would require me to take off my pants. But would he prefer that? Especially here in the parking lot.

Ugh. That would be too much for me. I'm not interested in an arrest record.

I set my bag down on the asphalt and began to undo my jeans, while looking up at him. His one arm propping an elbow so he could pinch his chin. I reached for the hand at his face.

I led it down toward my open jeans. I placed his finger tips over my wet panties. But he took over and pushed his hand further down into my jeans so that he cupped my pussy.