What was I thinking? How can I sit through his class for four more weeks pretending like nothing happened? Slowly opening the door, Celeste breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see him at his desk. A rock hardened in her gut when a sudden thought struck her. Maybe he doesn't want to face me, either. Setting down her books at her usual spot—front row, closest to his podium, Celeste hesitated, then eyed the back of the room. I don't know if I can sit this close to him. Memories of their encounter brought back a rush to her senses, the warm taste of his musk as she bit into his chest, the painful pleasure as he rolled her nipples between his teeth, the sweet bitterness of his cum sliding down the back of her throat. Images she did not want to recall with the man of her lust standing inches away. And what would Seth think if he saw her there, biting her lip, or rubbing her thighs together to temper the growing hunger in her pussy? Would her reaction to his presence make his cock react, too?
