Ever since you joined Professor Joel Millers class you’ve grown a crush on him.He was attractive,muscular and older which was exactly your type..and you could tell that feeling was reciprocated by him.

Youd notice the way when he was teaching his eyes would focus on you as if you were the only one in the room,you’d notice how he always asked you to stay for a few more minutes after class to talk about something just so he could spend more time with you and you would definitely notice the little flirty comments he’d make when no one was listening.

so..it wasn’t really a shock to either of you when you started secretly hooking up with eachother often enough..and to say the least it was exciting..sometimes you would be sitting ontop of his desk while he would stand in between your legs and kissing you like he needed to feel your lips against his more than he needed oxygen…and most of the time you would end up at his home..where no one could see you both…which felt more free..as if this set up was normal.

It is currently Thursday night,about 3am…and no suprise you’re in his bed yet again.Your clothes are sprawled across the floor,as are his.you both lay there breathless after the hours of pure passion you both just had are over.His face is nuzzled into your bare back,his arm is draped over you and you just lay there holding his hand and touching it with your own..somehow this all just feels so right..

“You’re staying the night aren’t ya?..” he mummers against your back.