'COURSEWORK EXTENSION APPROVED'
I couldn't quite believe my eyes but it was there in black and white on the screen as I opened up my emails. I'd asked to borrow Lizzie's laptop whilst mine had a stay in the university library's PC Clinic. The bored-looking lady on the so-called 'help-desk' wasn't particularly helpful but she did promise to get one of the IT Technicians to take a look. I wasn't overly confident about them being able to recover any of my work, but it was worth a try.
I had one more week to re-write my essay for Professor Murphy and whilst the thought of having to put all that work in again filled me with dread, it bought me some more time that I desperately needed.
I'd had a pretty uneventful weekend, attending the usual bars and seeing the usual faces, flirting with the same tiresome boys who barely managed to pique my interest, let alone go any way to satisfying the need inside of me. All I could think about was the two gorgeous professors, one who filled me with exhilarating nervous energy and one who I wanted to fully entice into corruption, both of them sparking a sinful desire in me that was just too tempting to turn away from.
I selected my outfit carefully, a tiny flared skater skirt over the skimpiest pair of lace panties, thigh high socks and a tight band tee that stretched pleasingly over my chest. It was probably a little much for a Monday morning lecture but I didn't care. A shiver of excitement passed through me as I imagined Tom's eyes raking down my body as I entered the lecture room.
And they did.
I felt the heat of his hungry gaze as I walked past the lectern, shooting him a secretive little smile.
"Morning Sir..."
"Morning Grace..."
I'd normally head for the back of the room, tuck myself away where I could watch Tom freely without participating too much in lecture discussions, but I didn't do that today. I took a seat at the front, right in his line of vision, feeling bold.
Of course Tom's lecture on Post-War Britain was perfectly engaging, particularly with his captivating teaching style, but I couldn't help my mind wandering. I let the soothing sound of his voice flow over me and my eyes follow him as he paced up and down the front of the lecture room, fixing him with a sultry smile each time he caught my eye, which was often. I began to wonder how on earth he could deliver the lecture material so enthusiastically the way his attention kept coming back to me, burning into me, roaming over the tightness of my t-shirt one minute and my bare legs under the desk the next. It was a large room and the seating was arranged in tiers to enable everyone an unrestricted view of the screen, and even the first row was raised in such a way that I knew he had a clear view right under my desk.
"So... is that clear everyone? If you've got any questions please speak up now."
He turned away from the screen to look around the sea of faces, alighting finally on mine as I looked right back, my eyes wide and alluring. And then I opened my legs.
There was a moment where I was sure Tom lost his train of thought, his eyes darkening and his jaw falling slack as he watched me slowly uncross and cross my legs, seemingly mesmerised.
"Tom... excuse me... Tom... I have a question!"
Erica's voice sounded from behind me and I glanced around to see her stretching up in her seat, her hand raised up eagerly, pointing skywards.
"Yes Erica, go ahead. Sorry, I was in my own little world for a moment."
A flicker of a smile graced his lips as he turned his attention away, and I felt a flush creep on to my cheeks.
The rest of the lecture carried on in the same vein, but I restrained myself from distracting Tom too much further. At the end of the day no matter how tempting he was, I didn't want to completely bomb out of my degree and I had a lot of catching up to do.
"Right... that's it for today," Tom addressed the class, and a twinge of excitement flickered through me as people started to rise up out of their seats, a quiet murmur breaking out as they started to file out of the lecture room.
I took my time sliding my textbooks into my bag, head down but ears pricked, expecting to hear Tom call my name, but it didn't come. The room got quieter as the crowd at the door dispersed and I looked up, my breath catching when my eyes locked with his.
He was leaning back against the lectern, arms folded across his chest, head cocked back, cool eyes fixed firmly on me. His expression was unreadable and it set off a flurry of nervous excitement in the pit of my stomach.
The lecture room door slammed shut as the last student slipped through and the sudden noise made me physically jump. Tom's lips twitched upwards into a smile at my reaction.
"Someone's jumpy today... you're not nervous are you?"
I straightened my posture, standing tall, trying to show poise and confidence. "Why... should I be?"
Tom smirked back. "I don't know.... you tell me. Is there... I don't know... something that you'd like to share with me perhaps?"
There was an inference in his words and a lump formed in my throat which I swiftly swallowed down. All I could think about was last week, kneeling on the floor of Professor Brooks' office, the delicious feeling of his cock filling my mouth. I squirmed where I stood, trying to maintain some sort of composure but it was impossible. The knowing look Tom was giving me suggested that he already knew damn well that I'd been up to no good.
"I don't know what you mean..."
Tom's smile widened but there was something behind it, something wicked which set my already frayed nerves even further on edge. My pulse quickened as he pushed himself off the lectern and stepped towards me.
"Oh I think you do." He paused, and his next words made my heart stutter. "So... do you want to tell me what you were doing in Professor Brooks' office on Friday afternoon then, hmm?"
He came to a stop right in front of me. I felt small around him anyway, but when he loomed over me like that I felt even smaller. I could feel my usual confidence shrinking, retreating into submission.
Surely Nick hadn't told him? Surely he wouldn't have told anyone? The risk for him would be too great. Although I wanted Tom to know that I'd been bad and I'd been fantasising about the thrill of him finding out, I was still wary. I had no idea what lurked below his personable, affable demeanour... what sort of deviant desires drove him.
Maybe he was just calling my bluff. He could obviously tell that I was embarrassed and he thought that I was hiding something from him. That must be it. It was a test.
I took a deep breath. I was a bad liar at the best of times and now Tom was looking down on me with that scrutinising stare I knew that it would be a struggle to fake it. I began to talk, keeping my eyes cast downwards.
"I turned up to see you actually, but you weren't there. Professor Brooks showed up and took me to his office... I was really upset see... because of losing all the work off my laptop..."
"A virus wasn't it?" Tom asked and I quickly nodded, still not looking at him, my eyes fixed on his chest and the little gold pendant I could see peeking out from the unbuttoned neckline of his shirt.
"And then... we... we just talked. He told me he'd speak to you... about an extension for my essay... because of what had happened. Oh, errr... thank you for that by the way..."
I trailed off with a tense little giggle, aware that I was faltering over my words and anxious sounding, not wanting to show my nerves too bad.
Tom was silent for a moment, and when he spoke his voice was quiet but commanding.
