Amanda will you go out into the hall, and wait for Marcy. I need to talk to Marcy for a minute.”“Sure thank you, and thank you too Marcy.”Amanda...picked up her books, and left the room. Mr Bell waited until the door was shut. He turned to me and said; “I can’t believe you are a pain slut!”I was stunned, he is my favorite teacher, and he is in this club?“Pull up your skirt.” he said, demanding. I did as I was told, I pulled it up to show him my bald pussy.“Very nice, now let me see your ass.”I. I would stare at Trevon as he sat sprawled out in his chair, his hand kneading the bulge in his crotch where upon I would reciprocate by leaning against my desk, my legs spread just a little wider then acceptable.Our dance continued over the days and weeks. At times while sitting at my desk I would fantasize about Trevon, rubbing my fingers between my wet pussy lips and inserting them into my cunt, bringing myself to a silent orgasm. I knew this was inappropriate and downright wrong. I was his. How all the while he drove he could not keep his hands off of me as much as I repeatedly pushed him away. How I told him we could not do this because Gabriel was his best friend and my fiancée. How I agonized for months of wanting him so fucking much and feeling guilty for it. How I just got out of his car and slammed his door hoping to never to see him again. How he ran after me and kissed me no matter what I said and pushed me inside my house. How I slapped him clear across the face for. The new 2009 batch of Grayson University, I mean. He couldn’t be that old. He looked like he was in his early thirties. He must have been a postgraduate student or maybe a technician. He couldn’t be one of the lecturers for my course. But boy, I was so surprised to see him in the next day, walking into the lecture room with his briefcase and placed it on the lecturer’s table and said, ‘Welcome to Mechanical Engineering Department,’ he smiled. Oh that beautiful smile… ‘My name is Dr. Michael.