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the few empty seats around me, and Professor Davis at the front of the class. The projector continued to click through the slides, each one now showing a woman in various states of undress and ecstasy. Raising my hands to my chest I cupped both of my breasts, rolling the stiff peaks of my nipples between my fingers as I pressed my breasts together. Arching in my seat I moaned low and deep at the sensations my own fingers were rousing in my flesh, my eyes fluttering closed as my head rolled against the back of the seat.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice impossibly close, low and rough with arousal. Smiling to myself I kept my eyes closed and continued to tease my nipples, letting my knees fall farther apart to expose my panty-clad sex. Each brush of my fingers made my heart beat faster, a shock of pleasure spreading out from the erect buds to radiate throughout my body.
    The first touch of his fingers against my knee almost made me come out of my skin, my breath rushing between my parted lips and my eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks. His fingers ghosted along the curve of my inner thigh, becoming more confident as they neared the heat of my moist center. Sliding down in my seat I spread my legs wantonly, the movement drawing my skirt upwards to bare my thighs and give his questing fingers better access.
    “I want to touch you,” he whispered, his hot breath against my cheeks forcing me to open my eyes. I looked directly into his eyes, so close that his eyelashes were almost intertwined with my own. He loomed over me, one hand resting on the seat behind my head while the other continued to move up my thigh beneath my skirt. I’d never felt such rampant arousal, my lips feeling slick beneath the cotton of my panties that were surely soaked through.
    “Yesss,” I moaned, flexing my hips towards him. Begging him to touch me, to ease the ache between my legs.
    Even through the wetness of my panties his fingers were hot as they stroked my mound, tracing the outline of my swollen lips through the thin fabric. An electrifying zing of feeling shot through me at that simple touch, spiraling through my core before spreading out into my limbs. My toes curled and my fingers clenched on my nipples. Tracing my slit he easily found the little hooded nub of my clit, pinching it lightly to bring a gasp from my lips before soothing it with a languid stroke of his fingers.
    My heartbeat had risen to a dull roar in my ears, the world immaterial beyond the touch of his hand on my core, the thumb that was slowly circling my clit, and the two fingers that teased my entrance. It wasn’t penetration by any means, but I felt myself teetering on the edge of pleasure, my insides tightening with my pending orgasm as my entire body flooded with heat. So close. I was so close, just a little longer and I knew I would fall over the edge of ecstasy.
    The sharp clang of the bell shattered my daydream, and I jolted upright. My eyes darted around the room in panic at the sudden intrusion upon my inner wanton thoughts, my heart thumping painfully in my chest. Breathing deeply in relief I sagged in my chair as the room filled with the shuffling sounds of a few dozen students gathering their belongings. As they filed out of the room I ran a trembling hand through my hair, noting the thin layer of sweat at my temple and the low ache in my nipples as they rubbed against the lace of my bra.
    “Is everything okay, Miss Parker?” Professor Davis called from the front of the class, his foot on the first step as if he intended to move up the stairs towards me. Glancing around the room I was both relieved and unnerved to see that all the other students had left.
    “Oh yes, I’m fine Professor!” I replied quickly, embarrassment flooding my cheeks with heat. I had just been fantasizing about my teacher touching me, in class, with more than two dozen other people around me, and judging by the sodden state of my panties, I had been as close to orgasm