I was in the middle of a lecture. None of the students raised their hands at my question, and I paced around a bit. I twisted my wrist to check the time; I still had half an hour to go. I’d already covered most of what I wanted. I waited as some of the students were still jotting down the notes. When most of them were done, I moved in front of my computer.
“Let’s move on to the next slide,” I said, looking at my computer screen on the teacher’s desk. I clicked to the appropriate slide. A few people were still furiously writing, but the slow ones would have to borrow notes from their friends.
I could always make the slides free for the students, but some students would publish them and start selling them online. While they could do it anyway, as long as they worked for it and sold the notes they wrote down themselves, I wasn’t going to say anything. After I found out people were doing that, I stopped it.
They were easy to find anyway, but there were some savvy business people in my classes, which was appropriate considering I taught business courses.
As I taught, especially in the pauses between the slides, my mind wandered. I couldn’t stop thinking about those texts. I’d thought it would be a fun game, and it was, but I never expected to have quite as much fun as I did.
It had been so long since I’d even thought of sex, but now, I found myself wondering about the man at the other end of that number. Since it was a wrong number, there was a possibility it was someone I didn’t even know.
Fuck, but it was hot, though.
Did he come?
That was the one thing I was most curious about. Of course, I’d also considered if it was a prank, but I didn’t think so. I was more and more sure that someone had gotten the wrong number unknowingly, but they’d probably realize later and not text me again.
Should I text back first?
Wouldn’t that be awkward, though? I didn’t even know who was on the end of it. What if it was a horny teenager or some pervy old man? It could also be a hot guy, but the other possibilities were the reason why I hadn't done anything about it yet. It was fun, but it would be hell if I did something illegal.
Then, while I was in the middle of lecturing through another slide, something else distracted me. Ben, a student in my class, got up and walked out, completely ignoring that I was still teaching. He’d been seated near the back, but I had good eyes, and I knew he’d been on his phone the entire time.
Dammit! Why does he bother coming here if he’s not going to pretend to care? He keeps disrupting my class!
I took my job as a professor seriously. While I wasn’t one of the ones that were strict with their students, calling them out when they did something stupid, I realized it wasn’t because I was acting like a cool adult. I’d just never had someone like Ben in my class. Most students would at least try to hide their phones under their desks, and still sort of paid attention in class, but he didn’t bother.
He was such a fucking jock, the kind I’d hated since high school.
“Ben,” I called unconsciously.
He stopped with one foot out the door and turned back to me with a bored look; one eyebrow arched up.
I hadn't meant to call out to him. I never had before, but we weren’t even halfway through the semester yet, and I might have to deal with him in another class next semester, too.
“Stay behind, I want to talk to you after class,” I said.
Since I called out to him, might as well get it over and done with.
“I’m busy,” Ben said and walked out.
I blinked at the door he’d been kind enough to close behind him. The whole class had gone silent; I couldn’t even hear papers rustling. Slowly, I turned to look at the rest of the class.
Shit.
This was humiliating.
I cleared my throat. “Let’s move on.”
As the class continued, I could feel gazes of sympathy on me, not to mention a few amused ones. I ignored them, though I could feel my face burn a little. I was only thirty-five years old, not as seasoned as some of the other professors, but this was the first time someone had been so disrespectful to me.
I finished teaching quickly. Because I wanted to be out of there, I didn’t bother waiting for the ones that wanted to take down the notes. I could see they were disgruntled, so at the end, I made an announcement.
“I’ll make the slides available after we go through them in class, purely for revision purposes. Please continue to pay attention in class. It’ll be in the class email later.”
My class still had another half hour or so, but I didn’t care, I was done for the day. I had stuff I needed to do in my office, so I’d allow that to take up my attention. I disconnected my laptop from the projector and quickly turned it off. Then, I started putting my stuff together. I was a little rough because I was irritated, and some papers fell to the floor. I just sighed and kept packing my stuff. The students were leaving early, and it would be even more humiliating if I got down to pick them up, so I’d wait until they were gone.
“Excuse me, ma’am? You dropped these.”
I looked up to see Kevin, another student, holding my dropped papers up to me. He was a little taller than me even with me in heels, with blond hair and pretty green eyes. He was grinning at me, and I already knew he had a crush on me. It was so cute that he had a crush on his professor, but I knew he’d get over it when he met a pretty girl his age.
“Thank you, Kevin,” I said, smiling in gratitude as I took the papers and packed them away. “You didn’t have to.”
He shrugged, ducking his head bashfully, and I had to hold back the squeal. Even though he was an adult, and looked like it, with his temperament, there was no way I could take his crush on me seriously.
“The piece you talked about in class today was interesting,” he said, looking up. “Rozland and Hyde is a hedge fund company I’ve been keeping my eye on for years. It’s why I wanted to study business in the first place, so I was happy you brought it up.”
“I’m happy you’re interested, Kevin,” I said, meaning it in more ways than one.
“Do you think you might talk about it more in the next class? Or if I have any questions…”
“I’ve looked at the company myself quite a few times, so if you’d like to discuss anything, I’m free Wednesday and Thursday afternoon. Just come to my office, okay?”
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, grin widening.
I could almost picture a tail wagging behind him.
“It’s fine if you call me Angela,” I said kindly. “I need to go now, so I’ll see you in the next class.”
“Okay!”
He strode happily out of the room, and I sighed as I finished putting my stuff together. I lifted the bag onto my shoulder and walked out of the class. A couple of girls went ahead of me through the door, giggling. I heard one of them mention Ben’s name and glance at me as they giggled, and just like that, my annoyance at Ben was back.
If he was going to be so disruptive in my class, could I kick him out? Or hold him back from doing tests? The school did have its rules, while there was a blatant disregard of it going around, I didn’t want to have to deal with Ben.
Chapter Four
Angela
It was time for lunch. I was relieved as I left my stuff in my office and went to the faculty room. Our school was very good to its professors, and we had food brought in each day. A few other professors were already there, and they looked up when I opened the door.
“Look who’s finally here! Angela, come to join us, or you’ll miss your share…”
I chuckled. “If you eat my food you better order me something else.”
Most of the professors at the school, and especially in my faculty, were pretty friendly. It was nice, because very few of them had an inkling about my private life, so while I was at work, I didn’t have to worry about someone bringing up my ex-husband.
Not everyone was there. I grabbed some food and sat down to eat. Some of the other professors chatted together quietly, and t
he guy next to me turned as I opened my box of food.
“How was your class?”
I sighed heavily in irritation, picked up my fork and stabbed into my salad.
“That same guy is still giving me trouble! Can you imagine he just up and walked out of class while I was in the middle of talking, and when I asked him to stay back, he just said he was busy and left?”
Jason Tyde, also a professor, chuckled while he nudged me with his shoulder.
“You’ll meet a kid like that sometimes. I usually don’t let it get to me; I don’t care about their grades because I get paid anyway. This isn’t high school, so they have be more responsible for themselves. Who was it, though?”
My lip curled. “Some kid called Ben.”
That had everyone at the table going quiet and turning to me. I blinked, wondering what I’d said to have them paying such close attention to me.
“What,” I muttered when no one said anything.
“If it’s the Ben I think you’re talking about,” Jason said slowly. “Then I think you’re better off leaving that guy alone.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Well, how do I put this… he’s untouchable. Completely.”
“But he’s just a student,” I complained.
“Yeah, but he’s also rich and walks around New York like he owns the entire city, not to mention this campus. He’s also pretty favored by the top brass, so they don’t care about his attitude because he’s also one of the top swimmers and on the triathlon team. He’s popular, and no one says a bad word about him. They wouldn’t dare, not even the professors. He’s got way too much backing.”
No wonder he’s that confident. He doesn’t need to pretend. If anyone says anything, he knows he won't get in trouble anyway.
“Maybe it’s time someone takes him down a peg or two,” I muttered, getting back to my food. “Maybe I should do it.”
Jason snorted, and everyone else slowly went back to their conversations.
“Good luck with that,” he said, looking sympathetic.
I scowled at him, but I knew why he reacted that way. I had to admit, dealing with Ben wouldn’t be a simple thing. It was enough to make me hesitate, but if the boy kept giving me shit, I wasn’t going to keep quiet about it.
Halfway through lunch, my phone vibrated. I was all but done with the meal, still chatting with Jason and the other professors. I didn’t get a lot of people contacting me, so my curiosity was instantly piqued. Besides, I had an idea of who it could be—or who I wished it was, so I quickly excused myself to head back to my office.
I checked the message as I walked and almost tripped on my heels.
“Hey, baby. Sorry for leaving you hanging before, but how about I relieve you now? I’ve had a hard day.”
My eyebrows jumped up as I stared at the text, before I rush into my office and locked the door behind me. I wasn’t sure what he meant by a hard day. Did he mean it as a euphemism or did he have a rough day? It wasn’t my place to comfort him, but I was curious.
“With pleasure,” I texted back.
I had a moment of wishing I was back in my bedroom. It had been so much fun, last night. While there was a part of me that found it amusing, it had been hot, too. I hadn't done anything like that, ever. My sex life with Stuart hadn't been anything to write home about in years, and my memories of our first years were hazy. My body had burned hot when I thought of actually doing everything I had texted to him. I didn’t touch myself last night, but only because I thought it would be a little pathetic.
Also, I still didn’t know who was on the other end of it, and I didn’t want to do something that would leave me disgusted later or regretting my actions.
“Besides, I know exactly how you feel.”
I winced as soon as I sent that text. Why did I send it? Whoever he was, he wasn’t chatting with me for a heart to heart. He was doing this to get enjoyment out of it.
Damn that Ben! My irritation at him was the cause of this! I still had to figure out what to do about him, and I also had another class in the afternoon that I could have been prepping for, but it didn’t seem all that urgent.
My phone vibrated in my hand, and I checked the message.
“Oh, sorry you’re having a hard day, baby. Anyone give you trouble?”
I hummed, my mood quickly shifting.
“One of my students has been bad.”
I smirked. The guy on the other end might just decide to take it as a come on, which I didn’t altogether mind. I was thinking too much about Ben, anyway. He was just an annoying kid, so I might as well put him out of my mind. My phone vibrated with a reply.
“I’ve never been spanked before. Maybe you should do it to me?”
Hmm. Whoever this is, they’re incredibly entertaining.
Chapter Five
Ben
After a lot of dirty, sexy texting, she was going to come to my room. I didn’t know how many times I’d gotten myself off with my hand, just from re-reading the messages she sent me, and now she was going to be in my room with me.
Tonight, was going to be so much fun. It was going to be amazing, and I was going to make sure of it.
I wasn’t a slouch, by any means. I didn’t like leaving a mess in my dorm room, but sometimes I got distracted. Because I wanted to impress her, not have her running away at first sight, I went around and cleaned up my dorm room. In less than ten minutes, I had everything cleaned up, but I couldn’t stay still, not with the excitement coursing through me.
When would she get here, I thought with impatience, and checked the time on my phone.
She was supposed to come tonight, though I realized we hadn't mentioned any specific time. Hopefully, she wouldn’t come too late.
I wanted to text and ask what was taking her so long, but she hadn't directly told me she would come over tonight. One of the girls she hung out with had been the one to tell me she would be coming over. Besides, if I texted her, it would be something dirty, but since she was on her way already, I wanted to say it to her out loud just to hear what she would say.
When the knock came at my door, I all but jumped toward it. I paused for a second to compose myself, then opened it slowly and gave her a lazy grin.
“Hey.”
Sandra chuckled. “Hey to you, too.”
I stood aside and let her walk inside, my eyes running up and down her body. It wasn’t the cheerleader outfit, and that was a little disappointing. I always fantasized about fucking her while she was wearing it, but the short red dress she was wearing was pretty hot, too. With a low neckline, skin-tight fabric and a very short hem that barely covered the tops of her thighs, her curves were all but bear and I wanted to rip the dress off her.
Calm down, idiot!
“Would you like something to drink?” I offered, my voice calm, even though I was the furthest thing from calm.
“Not really,” she murmured, and glanced around the room. Then, she turned around and smiled at me. “Although, wow, you’ve been shy, Ben. Somehow, I didn’t think you’d be the shy type.”
My eyebrows arched up. I could have said the same for her, though the opposite. Sandra was surprisingly not shy when it came to expressing herself through text, so I’d been hoping for the real life thing since the first time.
“You look a little overdressed there,” she said, eyes raking down my body as she closed the distance between us. “Why don’t I help you take your clothes off?”
Her eyes had paused at my crotch. I was half-hard already, and she hadn't even touched me yet. Then I felt her hand on my chest, and my body shuddered, cock growing stiffer. I grinned, my hands moving to hold her by the waist. She pressed her body against mine, and I gasped as her hips rocked against me. My hips jerked on instinct, rubbing up against her.
Fuck, I didn’t want to get too excited, or I’d come prematurely. It hadn't happened to me before, but I had been looking forward to this. Sandra was kissing and licked my neck, making it harder for me to keep my
wits about me.
“I thought you were going to spank me,” I groaned, hands squeezing a little tight.
Sandra, surprisingly, stopped. Her body seemed frozen, and when I raised my head, she was staring at me with wide, surprised eyes. Then, she laughed.
“You’re kinky,” she accused, though she looked amused. “Far from shy. Why didn’t I know that? Hmm, spanking though, I think we can do that later? Take me to bed, first. I’ve been waiting for this.”
Sandra gave me a sultry look, red lips curled into a coy smile, just like I’d imagined before, not that I could appreciate it at the moment. She took a step back, hands raised up to pull down the straps of her dress to strip, but I was still too surprised about what she’d said. I caught her hands, and she looked up at me.
“Is something wrong?” She asked, her lovely face perplexed.
“I’m just a little confused,” I said honestly. “Are you not playing out your text?”
Sandra mirrored my confused look, tilting her head to the side.
“What are you talking about? What text?”
I wasn’t stupid. It only took a second to realize what was going on. I’d gone completely soft, my mood completely ruined.
“I texted you,” I murmured. “494-4474, isn’t that your number? I’ve texted you a few times already.”
Sandra laughed. “Um, no, you haven’t been texting me, but you’ve been texting somebody. My number is 494-5474. I wrote it down for you, did you forget?”
Crap.
Fuck!
So, if it wasn’t Sandra, then who the hell was I dirty sexting? Why didn’t whoever it was say I’d gotten the wrong number?
The Sandra I’d been fantasizing about suddenly disappeared from my mind; only I didn’t know the image to replace her with.
I let Sandra’s arms go and went to grab my phone where I’d left it on my desk. I picked it up and checked the texts, then double-checked the number. How did I make a mistake? Sandra wrote her number down for me, although I was a little excited when I saved it on my phone.
So, I had proof of the person that had had me hot just from their texts. I needed to know who the other person was. The trouble was, it could be just anyone. Even worse, it could be a prank by someone. But I wanted to find out.
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