"It's been a while, Joren."
Joren's eyes widened.
Professor Hart stood there, framed by the soft light filtering through the library windows. Her blazer was neat and crisp, glasses low on her nose, her hair pulled into a messy bun that looked like it had survived a long day. She hadn't changed much — except maybe the way she carried herself.
He hadn't seen her since that evening they both had sex. Back then, she looked troubled and worried, her mind filled with chances of her getting pregnant. Now, she looked different — more confident.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she reached out and gently placed her index finger on his lips.
"Shhh.," she whispered, eyes steady.
"We're in the library, Joren,"
She pulled her hand back, but her gaze held his. "May I join you?"
He hesitated. The question was absurd.
*Join me? Here?*
He then gave her a jerky nod.
She slid into the chair next to him without saying a word.
The silence between them stretched. Not awkward at first — just quiet. But as the minutes passed, it became worse. Joren shifted in his seat. Turned a page. Cleared his throat once, then again, waiting for her to say something, but it never came.
Finally, he turned to her, his voice laced with irritation. "Why are you here? What do you—"
Her eyes snapped to his, sharp and sudden. "You should really watch the way you talk to me, Joren, I'm still your lecturer."
He flinched. The words hit harder than he expected.
"If that's how you're going to be," he said, voice low, "then I'll leave."
He picked up the fiction book he'd been reading, stood halfway, and turned — but her hand caught his wrist.
"Wait," she said, hesitantly. Her voice was a mix of defiance and something else. Something softer. Something desperate.
Joren paused. Looked at her. Then sat back down.
She sighed, like she'd been holding her breath for hours.
"I came because... I wanted to talk to you," she said. "About… you know what."
Joren didn't need an explanation. He knew exactly what she meant.
The evening they'd fucked. A few days ago. Still fresh in his memory.
His mind raced.
*What was the problem now? Did she get pregnant? No, wait — that's too soon. Just a few days. That's not it.*
"What about it?" he asked.
She looked down, then up again. Her cheeks flushed — warm, pink, unmistakable.
"I've thought about it," she said. "And…"
She paused.
Joren watched her closely. The blush wasn't just embarrassment. It was something else.
Then she said it.
"If it's okay with you... then let's do it again... sometime."
Joren was shocked, more shocked than surprised. *What is she saying? She wants us to have sex again?*
He studied her face. She was serious. Blushing, yes — but serious.
"You want to…" he started.
She nodded, "Yes. I've thought about it. About how good you made me feel. I don't have to worry about getting pregnant because i bought pills yesterday."
Joren heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that she had bought pills.
*At least now I don't have to worry about knocking her up.*
She continued.
"So... if it's okay with you... then... let's have sex some time soon."
Her words sent a thrill through him. Not just physical — something deeper. Something electric. It's not everyday you see someone who's willing to have sex with you, and Professor Hart wasn't just anyone, she was like the perfect milf, if she could be called that.
He reached out and placed his hand gently on her creamy thigh. It was soft and warm, the feel of it almost gave Joren an erection.
"Who says anything about doing it right now?"
Professor Hart's eyes widen.
"We can't do it here! People will see us!"
Though her body betrayed her, her thighs pressing together to hide the slickness which had already begun to form in her core.
Joren hand slid higher up her thigh.
"If you want me to stop, then just say so."
Professor Hart remained silent, her face contorted with shame and growing desire.
He took her silence as permission and slid his hand higher up her thigh until it went under her skirt and came in contact with her soaked panties.
"Wow, you're already this wet."
His thumb began pleasuring her clit through the wet fabric, eliciting a gasp from her.
"Please... someone will see... "
Though her thighs parted, hips herking towards his touch in search of more pleasure.
Joren adjusted her panties and slid a finger inside her eager pussy, her folds parting as he slid in. It was tight and wet, her fluids soaking his fingers as he penetrated, her inner muscles clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, as if trying to pull him deeper.
"Aaah... please..."
She moaned as his finger entered her, her thighs parting even further, her hips instinctively tilting upwards to take him deeper, her hands fighting the urge to move to her breasts to tease them.
Joren took a moment to look around to see if anyone was watching, but he didn't see any. Everyone in the library were minding their own business, focused on whatever book they were reading. He then turned his attention back to Professor Hart, who was already rocking her hips, grinding his finger against her tight walls.
She looked at him, eyes filled with lust and desperation.
"Please..."
She whimpered, voice shaky.
"Please... pleasure me... with your finger..."