It’s been a long dry lockdown and my teaching has all been online this semester. I’ve been getting so horny in quarantine, my cock stiffens just from brushing against my clothes, and it seems like I’m always semi-hard, my balls aching. I don’t always get time to finish off in the shower first thing before dressing and getting online for work, so sometimes I start my working day with morning wood from my desperately horny dreams.
And last week, at 9am, I was giving a tutorial on Zoom with a 20 year-old student of mine (I’m 31, young for a professor I guess, and not terrible looking – I’m pretty sure some of the girls in my classes have a little crush on me). Last time I saw her, she had her hair scraped back, a hoodie and no make-up, and it was just business as usual, talking about her dissertation. But this time, for whatever reason, her hair was down, she had eye make-up, glossy lips and a cute top on, and she looked much more like she would if I’d met her in a bar. I found myself looking at her sheening lower lip and wondering what she was like to kiss, imagining her making out with a guy in that bedroom – because on these zoom tutorials, I always see into student’s rooms, and they’re generally sitting on their beds, with all their stuff around them. I could see all her hair and nail products, as if I was right there, as if she’d taken me back to her room and we were both sitting on her bed, or as if we’d woken up together. I wondered if she’d fucked guys this semester, exactly where she was sitting to talk to me.