I can't take it anymore, the need has grown to strong to ignore. Sitting at my desk in the back of the class I'm allowed some reprieve, in small hidden touches. An most days I can get by with that, rubbing through the fabric of my leggings, giving my pussy some small relief. But not today, need the skin to skin contact. My hand slipping slowly up my thigh an under the end off my skirt.

Today small touching is not working, not as I watch my philosophy professor, dressed in the 20's style he loves so much. Watching his hand write across the black board, book in his other hand as he reads aloud. The way his cloths tighten along his body when moving. The gentle caress of his voice, sending shivers down my spine as I imagine him speaking softly in my ear, speaking dirty filthy things to me.

There had been a mix up when I got placed in his class 6 months ago, some sort or clerical error that ended me up in the one class I have little to no real insight on. 6 months later an even my best studying has gotten me nowhere. I was hanging on by thin air an I was sure my professor would drop me any day now, yet still nothing. No call to stay after class no mention of tutoring, just nothing.

I was glad tho, I hung on his every word even if I didnt understand or fully registered any of it. The sight of him was candy for me, his eyes so green an rich captivating me. His hands so strong, I couldn't stop myself from imaginings them on my skin. The way he spoke tho was probably the thing that drove me to the brink of insanity. The low gentle all consuming presence of it threatened to bring me to my knees the first time he spoke.

They had actually buckled a bit that time, his hand griping my forearm to steady me, the contact intensifying the already aroused state I was in. His eyes met mine as he smiled,..my pussy all but screaming at him then. All thoughts of fixing the mix up was gone as I took my seat an just soaked in the sight of him. Lusting after a man who's barely looked at me since, lusting for my professor an touching myself when no one can see, for a man I would never get to have.

I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning as my fingers slide along my slit through my panties, pulling me out of my memory an back to the present. My professor now addressing the class directly his eyes roaming over the class, not lingering on anyone for to long. The idea that he could see me like this only adding to the flames of my desire of him. Hooking a finger around my panties I pull them to the side as I finally feel the wetness and heat.

My head lulling back a bit eyes closing, as I bite down on my lip again, my fingers adding pressure to my clit in small circles. A shiver passing through me at the pleasure, opening my eyes I watch him. Leaning on his desk arms crossed as he laughs with some other students. A small venomous stab of jealousy in me at that, I'm greedy for his attention. The attention so freely given to others compared to the complete void given to me.

Pressing harder on my clit I imagine riding him, my hips rocking slightly as I picture it. I would demand his attention as I drove him inside of me, I'd demand his eyes on my body as I had him filling me. Make him watch his would be slut absolutely use his body for her pleasure. Riding him hard, riding him fast as I force him so deep into my wet pussy.

Sliping my fingers inside I groan, to softly to be herd by those around me. Yet as I do I watch his eyes shift to me. I watch as his eyes that normally, seem to avoid me at every turn, see the full scope of me now. I watch as his eyes pin me in place, seeing the slight red to the lip I've been biting down on. See my slightly arched back in my seat. I watch as his eyes trail lower, noticing my hand between my thights, notice the fingers I've slipped inside... Those emerald eyes slowly trailing up to mine, a look I can't pin alight inside. The air returns to me an the spell is broken by his turning away.

Straightening I right myself, pulling my fingers out as I pull my cloths back in place. Fuck fuck fuck!! If he wasn't going to kick me out before he has to after that. Of course out of all the times I've touched myself in class to him, he would have to see on the only day I go so far as to actually slip fingers inside. FINGERS INSIDE!!. Fuck, I didn't want to leave this class, sure I was failing but he's here....

The next hour lecture is complete torture as he carries on class as if nothing happened. He doesn't even look at me the entire time, only increasing my since of dread. As the bell rings I practically bolt from my seat, trying desperately to get out before he can tell me I'm out of his class, trying desperately for this to just be forgotten. Just as I'm about out the door a gentle iron grip takes hold of my arm an I freeze.

I know who it is before he speaks, know who it is before my eyes meet the emerald stare. "Stay a moment, we need to talk." His voice has my knees ready to buckle at the pure resignation in them. There was no getting away, no escaping this, escaping him. Even if my legs could walk I doubt I'd be able to build the nerve to actually go anywhere as his hand releases me.

People file out of the room one by one at the slowest pace it seems, my heart is like a jack hammer as I repress the shudder ready to come over me. I can still feel that grip on my arm, an the reaction my body had to it. The wetness again pooling between my thighs, how many times had I imagined his touch on my body? Granted it wasn't how I imagined it but after 6 months of pining, it was like giving a starving man food.

As the last student leaves the only sound in the room is the quiet click of the door shutting behind them. Now its just him an I, the silence so thick in the air between us. I can feel his eyes on me, feel his stare bore into me. Gathering all the courage I can I lift my head to stare back. I will own this, I can do this.

I could not do this, pure fire met my gaze as my professor stood at his desk. Hands gripping the edge of his desk, knuckles white from the hold. His brows set low, drawn together as his lips, the ones that always looked like they could ravish me completely with a single kiss, set in a thin line. It was his eyes however that changed the most on his usually calm gentle face, his eyes burned into me.

Setting my whole body up in flame at the intensity there, the barely controlled anger there. I was so fucked. I was ready to break down under that look, ready to beg if I had to. My knees shaking an my body ridged as I watch him move at last. Hands slowly releasing the desk to loosen the tie around his neck as he slowly came around to stand in front of me. Nothing between us but air now as we stood still unspeaking.

Just as I'm about to speak, just as I'm about to beg to stay in his class his voice breaks the silence.

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?"