“I love sucking cock,” Morgan told me, leaning forward over my desk, her pale tits almost spilling out of her black tank top. “I love feeling it pump into my mouth, and I love gagging on it. But eating pussy is even better. Especially if it’s a girl who’s never been eaten out by another girl—that’s the best.”
“Be that as it may,” I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, trying to do anything I could to relieve some of the pressure my jeans were exerting on my rapidly hardening cock. “You still haven’t told me when you’ll finish editing your midterm paper.”
Morgan sat back and pouted.
“Seriously? All that and you’re still obsessed with my paper?”
~
Allow me to offer some context for this scene.
In my first year out of graduate school, I was a Visiting Assistant Professor (or a VAP, if you will—how Dracula would pronounce WAP!) at a small liberal arts college. I was teaching three courses a semester, which was quite a bit of work, but here I was, living the tweed jacket dream of college teaching.