TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS

Warning: This is not your regular love story. This is a collection of explicitly sinful acts. Confession, forbidden deeds, Raw, vivid.

DON’T READ IN PUBLIC.

Unless… you enjoy the risk of being caught.

It isn’t just a book. It’s an experience that will make your body burn.

Every story in this book is fast, wild, and full of heat. Bold women take what they want. Dominant men fight their urges. Every touch, every look, every whispered word will make you crave more.

As you read, your heart will race. Your body will react before your mind can catch up. You’ll gasp, shiver, and ache for pleasure. Each story is written to make you move your hand as you read, to feel every word.

We have it all—MF, MM, FF, MFM, FFM, MMMF, and everything in between. Every fantasy you can imagine. Every kind of desire. Every risky mix of heat.

The thrill of being caught. The rush of secret wants. The pull of power and lust. It’s all here. You’ll imagine being there, feeling every touch, every kiss, every deep push.

No holding back. No rules. Just raw, hot desire. Your eyes read the words. Your hand follows your body’s needs. You’ll touch yourself, tremble, and feel the heat grow.

By the last page, you’ll be breathing fast, shaking, and wanting more. And the stories won’t leave your mind. They’ll stay with you, making you ache for the next word, the next touch, the next release.

This isn’t just reading. It’s indulgence. One hand holds the phone. The other? That’s up to you.

Are you ready to give in?

PROFESSOR KELVIN

Mia

The hallway was quiet, but inside the student bathroom, my heart was screaming.

I was pushed up against the cold porcelain surface of the sink. My skirt was hiked up to my waist, and my breath was coming in short, jagged gasps. I’m Mia, would be 21 in two months.

I'm the girl most people would term the secret whore of the school. But I didn't give a fuck. At least I was better than Sarah—the open whore. I fuck only ‘dicks that matters.’

Jax, the school hockey captain, had his hands buried in my hair, pulling my head back so he could bite at my neck.

"Ahhh fuck! Yes… oh, fuck yes…" I moaned. “Go faster Jax. Fuck… oh… fuck.”

"Bring your voice down, Mia. Someone’s gonna walk in," Jax whispered, even though he didn't sound like he cared. He was moving inside me, hard and fast, his thrusts making my face slap against the porcelain surface.

"Let… ah… fuck… them.. hear," I shot back as I arched my back, pushing my ass further against him, inviting him to go deeper. I loved the risk. I loved knowing that at any second, a janitor or a Dean could walk through that door.

He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips. He was hitting that perfect spot, and I was seconds away from losing my mind.

“Oohhh ohhh ohh yes… faster Jax ahhh Yesss ohh I'm.. ahh… yess. Oh..”

My eyes were squeezed shut, my fingers clawing into the smooth surface of the sink. I was already feeling the waves of release coming at me.

Bang!

The heavy door swung open.

Jax froze. He stopped moving instantly, his body stiffening, but he was still solidly buried inside me. He hid his face in the crook of my neck. I knew he was terrified, especially with the way he held his breath.

We were waiting for a shout, a lecturer’s voice, or the sound of someone running to get the Dean.

My eyes flew open, and I looked straight into the big bathroom mirror. Through the reflection, I saw the door.

A man walked in.

He wasn't a student. He was older, tall, and built like a hulk in a perfectly tailored ash suit and a dark tie. As he walked in, I expected him to freeze, or maybe gasp—anything.

But he didn't.

He didn't stop. He didn't even look in the direction we were in. He absolutely did not acknowledge the fact that a girl was arching her naked ass up for the school captain right in front of the sinks. In the school bathroom!

"Jax," I whispered, my pussy already pulsing at that level of nonchalance. "Keep going."

"Are you insane?" Jax hissed, his voice low but trembling. "There's someone here!"

EXACTLY! That was the main reason why I wanted him to keep going. I looked at the man in the mirror, and a thought flashed through my head: I wanted him to see. I thrust my hips backward, forcing Jax to move.

"Ahhhhhh… Jax!" I let out a loud, shaky moan as I watched the mirror.

The man walked right up to the sink next to us. He was so close I could smell his expensive cologne. He turned on the faucet, and the water gushed out. I watched him as he pumped soap into his large, steady hands.

Fuck. Why am I imagining those hands on me instead of Jax’s?

I pushed myself deeper, slamming back onto Jax. "Ohhh… fuck… mmmnnn…" I moaned.

I watched this strange handsomeness as he began to wash his hands, slowly rubbing his palms together and cleaning between his fingers as if he were alone in his own house. I kept moving against Jax, my eyes locked on the stranger, waiting for some kind of reaction. But none came. If he wasn't washing his hands right now, I would have thought he was blind.

He didn't flinch. He rinsed his hands, reached for a paper towel, and dried them with calm, deliberate movements.

Then, he dropped the towel into the bin, turned, and walked out without a single glance in our direction.

The door closed shut.

"What the hell was that?" Jax panted, sliding out of me in a flash and pulling his pants up. He was shaking. "He saw us. He definitely saw us."

I was already feeling empty from his cock pulling out. "Yeah, I know, but he didn't act like it," I defended, moving vkosere

"I'm getting out of here," Jax said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "That was too close, Mia."

"At least let's finish up!" I yelled after his bolting figure. "Fuck! I was so close to my O!"

But he was gone. This was one of the reasons why I hated these school guys—always running off, always unable to give proper satisfaction. All muscles and no stamina.

But then, who the hell was that man? The question sat heavy in my chest. My clit was still pulsing, throbbing from unsatisfied pleasure. I debated between giving myself a hand and going to look for someone else, to fuck me till I cum. but it was too late already.

The bell rang. Fifth class started in five minutes.

Ten minutes later, I was sitting in the back of the lecture hall. It was my favorite position to sit because it allowed me to do what I wanted, whenever I wanted.

The Dean stood at the front of the class, looking excited.

"Students," the Dean announced. "We are very lucky today. The man who is about to speak is a world-renowned expert in human behavior. He has advised kings and presidents. Please welcome our new visiting professor, Professor Kelvin."

My heart stopped.

It was him. The man from the bathroom.

He walked to the front of the class, but he wasn't in that suit anymore. He had it hung over his arm, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to show those strong, veiny arms. He looked even more intimidating under the bright lights of the hall.

"I am Kelvin," he said. His deep, smooth baritone made my body vibrate, sending jolts of electricity to my pussy. "I’ll be your Human Behavior lecturer from now on."

His eyes scanned the crowd. His gaze moved across the rows until it landed directly on me.

Most people would look away in shame after what happened in the bathroom. But not me. Not Mia Gonzales. I stared back.

He held my gaze for three long seconds. His expression didn't change, but I saw his eyes darken. He knew exactly who I was. And he knew I was the same person from ten minutes ago who was being fucked in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he started his lecture, talking about the "hidden impulses of the human mind." Occasionally my eyes met his, and he diverted them.

Inwardly, the whore in me was making plans. I wanted to know what it would take to make that calm, cold face finally break. What would it feel like when that cold, calm man had his dick buried inside of me?

I wanted to see that face drenched in pleasure—pleasure that came from me.

PROFFESOR KELVIN

Mia.

I didn't sleep well last night. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Professor Kelvin. The way he washed his hands calmly while I was being hammered against the sink.

This morning, I had his class next. I rushed out of my first class, hurrying to see ‘Professor Calm Face.’ I wanted to be the first person he saw—the first in the class.

As I walked into the lecture hall, Professor Kelvin was already there. He was leaning over his desk, looking at some papers. Fuck. He looked even bigger today. His white shirt was stretched across his back, like any little stretch would rip it apart.

I licked my lips, wishing myself good luck on the next step I was about to make.

"Good morning, Prof," I said, in a sweet, innocent voice.

He didn't look up. "Morning," he replied sternly.

Okay, but that’s not a sign to give up.

I walked closer to him, leaning against his desk. I made sure to arch my back so my chest was pushed out. I reached out a finger and touched the edge of his laptop.

"I so much loved your lecture yesterday, Prof; it was very interesting," I whispered.

He raised his head; our eyes met. "I learned a lot about... impulses. And I'm ready to learn more…" I said, rolling my tongue on the "more."

His brows squeezed and his eyes narrowed as he looked at me like I was a mosquito he wanted to kill.

"Is that so, Miss Gonzales?"

Oh… he already knew my name. meaning he must have done a little research.

Nice…

I bit my lips, slowly releasing them while twisting my body. "Yes, Prof."

"Then use your impulse control to go and sit your ass down. Students are arriving," he commanded with a cold voice, void of emotion.

I felt like he slapped me across the face! My face went hot. No guy had ever talked to me like that. Usually, one look and they are drooling.

"I just thought—"

"Go. Sit," he snapped, cutting me mid-sentence and pointing to the empty rows of seats.

“Prof—”

“To your Seat!”

I turned on my heels, my teeth clenched; I was boiling with anger. Fine. I see he wants to play hard. Hard is exactly what I like. Let the game begin.

Minutes later, the hall had been filled up. Everyone knew the last row was mine.

Nobody dared to sit with me. It gave me a clear view of the whole room, and more importantly, a clear view of Kelvin.

He started the lecture. He was talking about "Social Behavior." His voice was deep and steady, echoing through the hall. It was time to activate the game spirit in me.

I reached for the first button of my shirt; I popped it open. Then the second. Then the third. I could feel the cool air of the AC on my skin. I reached behind my back and unhooked my black bra. It was tricky doing it inside my shirt, but I was a pro. I slid the straps off my shoulders and pulled the bra out through my sleeve.

Right as Kelvin turned to look at the back of the class, I lifted the bra high. I gave him a slow, wicked smile, waving the bra at him like a flag.

I saw it. His voice paused, slowed just for a split second. His eyes widened just a tiny bit. His hand, which was holding a marker, tightened around the object. Then, he cleared his throat, looked away, and continued talking like nothing happened.

But guess what? Mia wasn't done.

I opened my shirt wide. I didn't care who saw, but I knew the students in front were too busy taking notes, too busy listening to whatever social gibberish Professor Kelvin was giving.

I pulled my shirt further apart, and my breasts bounced out. My nipples were hard and pointing from the air conditioning. I sat back, letting them breathe, and waited for Kelvin to turn back to the class.

Eventually, he did.

His eyes caught me, and he stopped talking completely. The whole class went silent, probably wondering why he stopped talking. He was staring straight at me. I saw his Adam's apple move up and then down as he swallowed hard. His face went from pale to a dark, heated red. That cold mask was getting warm.

"This class is over," he said suddenly. His voice was rougher now. "Except for Miss Gonzales. Stay behind," he commanded.

The room emptied fast. Jax tried to look back at me, but I waved him away. I took my time buttoning my shirt—but I didn't do the top three, and I also didn't put the bra back on.

I walked down to the front in the now-empty room. Just me and this big man.

"What was that?" Kelvin asked. He was standing behind his desk, his hands gripping the edge so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"What was what, Prof?" I asked, acting innocent.

"The stunt in the back. The bra. The... everything."

"Oh, that?" I laughed, then I walked closer and leaned down over his desk. I made sure I leaned very low—so low that my braless breasts were spilling out of my half-open shirt right under his nose.

"Sorry, Prof. The heat in this school is too much. My babies needed air, so I had to free them. I mean, you know how it is."

Kelvin stood up straight, eyes narrowed.

"Listen to me, and listen well, Miss Gonzales," he hissed. "I am not one of your small-boy admirers. I am not one of those fuck-boys you mess around with," he stated, his voice firm.

"Don't ever try that nonsense in my class again. If you do," he paused, "I will have you expelled before you can even moan."

Surprisingly, I didn't flinch. Every word that came off that baritone voice sent heat to my body. I leaned even further onto the table, pressing my bare skin against the smooth surface of his desk, right in front of him.

"Yes, DADDY," I whispered.

That was it. Kelvin’s eyes went dark—totally black. He looked like he wanted to kill me or eat me alive. For what seemed like five seconds, he didn't move.

Then, he reached out, his hand pointing at the entrance on the left.

"Get out," he rasped. "Now!"

I smiled, tucked my bra into my bag, and walked out. I knew I had him. The "Human Behavior" expert was about to lose his mind over a student's behavior.

I can't wait for tomorrow.

PROFESSOR KELVIN

Mia.

The next day, 6th period felt like it would never come. I waited for hours; literally, I spent the whole morning thinking about Professor Kelvin.

Is it weird that I wanted to see his face too?

It better not be, because… I spent the whole night touching myself while imagining it was him. Also thinking of the next step to take in this game. And by this morning, I knew exactly what I was going to do.

Today, I didn't wear a bra. As a matter of fact, there would be no bra until… further notice.

But that wasn't all. I went a step further; I also didn't wear any panties.

I wore a short, flare skirt—the kind of skirt that barely covered my thighs when I stood up and revealed everything when I sat down.

I felt the cool air grace my bare skin as I walked down the hallway, and it made my heart race. In a good way, though.

As I entered the hall, it was time for the mid-semester test. We had to take the test even if we literally just had two lessons with Prof Kelvin.

I didn't go to the back today, which was unusual. I walked straight to the front row. And I sat directly in front of his high desk.

Based on what I had in store for him, I wanted to be so close that whenever he looked, the first thing he saw was me.

A few minutes later, Kelvin walked in. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept—probably because of me. He didn't look at me as he dropped a thick stack of test papers on his desk.

"Clear your desks, everyone," he commanded. “Please, no talking. No phones. And you have one hour."

He started walking down the aisles, handing out the papers. When he got to me, he dropped the paper on my desk without sparing me a glance. But as he turned to walk away, I whispered, "Wish me luck, Prof."

The test started.

Kelvin sat behind his desk. He picked up a book, trying to look like he was reading—or not—because I saw his eyes moving. He wasn't looking at the pages. He was scanning the room, making sure nobody was cheating.

I didn't pick up my pen. I just sat there, alone in my seat, right in front of him, watching him.

Finally, his eyes landed on me. He saw my blank paper and how I was just sitting there watching. He frowned, leaning forward slightly. He mouthed the words: ‘Start your work.’

I smiled, but instead of picking up my pen, I spread my legs.

Slowly.

Pushing them further away from each other.

Since I was in the front row and his desk was slightly elevated, he had the perfect view.

Don't ask me if I had done this before.

I watched his eyes get glued, my legs moving in that slow motion until they were fully apart. I saw the moment he realized I had nothing underneath.

His book hit the table with a dull thud.

His eyes went wide. I saw him swallow hard. He tried to look away—looking at the ceiling, looking at the students in the back, looking anywhere but at my exposed pussy.

But his eyes knew better; they would always find their way back. Like a magnet.

I reached down, letting my hand slide slowly up my inner thigh until my fingers disappeared under the hem of my skirt.

I kept my gaze on his face, a small smile tugging on my lips. I wanted to see every bit of his struggle.

Finally, my hand landed on the heat of my pussy.

Fuck. My clit throbbed.

My finger slid down my already wet slit, slowly moving to my mid-junction.

“Mmmnnn….” I let out a breathy, silent moan, arching my back and pushing my hips further.

I watched Kelvin. The more I watched him, the wetter I became, and the hotter the whole action became.

I tugged my lower lip between my teeth, eyes narrowed in pleasure; my fingers started circling my clit.

I was so sure he was seeing everything now. Fuck.. this was so fucking hot.

Kelvin’s face went from pale to a deep, angry red. I saw his hand gripping so hard on the arm of his chair.

I knew what effect this had on him. And I knew that he couldn't stand up and stop me without the whole class looking up.

He couldn't shout, even if he looked like he wanted to. The only option he had was to either look away, which was impossible, or to sit there and watch me touch myself while forty other students wrote their tests.

I leaned back, my eyes locked on his; I used one finger, pushing it slowly into my hole.

Ah… fuck. My lips parted in pleasure.

I pulled it out slowly, not losing his gaze. I put the finger in my mouth, giving myself one slow suck.

I saw that Adam's apple in his throat dance.

My fingers went back—not one this time; I made it two. I pushed two fingers inside. Fuck…. Ohh…

At this point, I didn't care if anyone was here. I wanted to fuck myself with my fingers while looking at this gorgeousness of a man until… I came right in front of the whole class.

My fingers started working in and out of my hole. Fuck.

I wanted to moan out; I imagined it being those big fingers ramming in and out of my hole while I screamed his title.

Fuck… I was getting close, and I knew he could see it in my eyes, the way they narrowed, clouded in pleasure.

Suddenly, Kelvin stood up. The chair scraped loudly against the floor.

Screeeech.

Every student looked up.

"Continue your work!" he barked. His voice was shaking with a rage I had never heard before.

Everyone buried their heads back in their papers.

He walked around his desk and then he came straight to me.

He stood over my desk, his massive frame towering over me.

"Gonzales," he whispered, his voice vibrating through my seat.

"My office. Now. Bring your paper."

"But Prof, the test isn't—" I tried to counter, retrieving my hand from my pussy.

"Follow me NOW!" he gritted through his teeth.

He didn't wait for me. He started walking out; I picked up my bag and my paper, and I followed, my legs feeling like jelly. My clit was still pulsating from the unfinished job.

The moment I stepped into his office, he slammed the door and locked it.

He didn't turn around immediately. He stood with his back to me, taking deep, ragged breaths.

"What is the meaning of that thing you were doing back there?” he asked.

I swallowed, a smile of achievement and pride flashed on my face.

“I don't know what you are talking about, Prof,” I lied.

I watched him turn around, brows furrowed. I didn't know if he was still angry or if this was him about to break.

“You don't know what? That you were naked in front of the class? Touching yourself? Finger-fucking your pussy in front of the whole class? Do you know what the implications of your actions are if anyone saw that stupid thing you did back there?” he raged, dramatically illustrating with his hands as he spoke so professionally.

“I was only relieving the heat on my pussy, Prof. Besides, I wasn't finger-fucking myself for the whole class. It was...for you.”

I watched him as he grabbed his tie, loosening it, his eyes not leaving me.

He stepped toward me, and for the first time, I felt a flicker of real fear—the good kind, though.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His thumb pressed hard against my bottom lip.

"You're playing a girl’s game in a man’s world, Mia," he hissed. “You don't know what I'm capable of,” he snarled.

“Show me,” I dared. “Show me what a man's world feels like inside a girl's game.”

His eyes darkened more.

Gotcha.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his hand sliding down to grip the back of my neck.

"You are going to regret this, Mia.”

Before I could answer, he moved—fast and swift. He grabbed my hair—although not enough to hurt, but enough to make me look up at him.

He forced me down to my knees.

"Open your fucking mouth," he commanded.

I didn't hesitate. I could feel myself soaking already. Fuck, the floor beneath me would definitely be a pool.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding hard against my chest. I watched him as he unzipped his trousers, and his cock sprang out.

Holy fuck!

Thick and heavy. Huge, much bigger than Jax’s or any of those boys that I fucked around with. With visible veins decorating the hard, pulsing dick.

"Since you have such a loud mouth in my class, let's see how well you can use it now," he hissed

PROFESSOR KELVIN

Mia

He didn't wait. He grabbed the back of my head and forced himself inside. I gasped, my eyes widening and watering as he filled my mouth completely. He was ruthless. He didn't care about being gentle. He pushed deep, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag.

Fuck. I had never had anything this big in my throat. I felt like I would choke, faint, or fucking die from how hard he was hitting my throat.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Hawk...

Tui.

I gripped his muscular thighs, trying to hold on. He kept a steady, brutal rhythm, forcing me to take every inch of him. I asked for this.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice rough. "Take it all, you little annoying brat."

After a few minutes of total silence, the only sound being my gagging and his heavy breathing, he pulled out, releasing my hair. I collapsed back on my heels, gasping for air, saliva dripping down my chin.

"Stand up," he snapped.

I scrambled to my feet, my legs shaking like jelly. He didn't give me a second to breathe. He grabbed my waist and spun me around, slamming my chest onto his desk. My face was pressed against the smooth wood.

"Let's see what we have here," he murmured as he reached down and yanked my skirt up. "Such a cock-craving slut. Walking around the premises without panties on."

Slap!

"Ouch!" I winced.

"Is this how you go around fucking your profs?" he asked.

"No, Prof... I did it just for you," I panted with a shaky voice.

"Liar," he whispered. I felt his cock line itself up with my slit. "ohhhh... yesss..."

"You feel that?"

"Yessss... ah... fuck... I do..."

He lined it up again. "I will make sure to fuck this whore spirit out of you."

Without warning, he shoved inside me in one hard, violent thrust.

"AHHHHH!" I screamed. It was too much. He was too big; it felt like he was splitting me in half.

"Be quiet!" he hissed, leaning over me, his chest pressing into my back. "The students are in the hallway. You want them to hear their favorite whore getting what she deserves?"

“Ohhh… Prof.” I moaned.

“You're so wet. Such a cock craving whore.”

Fuck the words from that voice. It was doing something special to me. Making me drip more that I already was.

He started to move. It was a "no mercy" kind of fuck. He slammed his hips against mine, over and over.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Every thrust sent me sliding forward on the desk, and every time, he pulled me back by my hair to do it again.

Fuck he was so big. So fucking massive. I could feel my walls contracting at every thrust of that massive cock into my dripping hole.

"Oh, fuck! Prof... Kelvin... please!" I cried out, my fingers clawing at the desk.

"Call me what you called me in class, Mia. Say it!" he demanded.

"Fuck, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! Harder, please... oh fuck, yes, Prof, fuck me hard like that, Daddy."

He increased the pace. He was hitting my G-spot with every deep plunge. I was seeing stars and the moon and everything on another planet.

“Oh oh oh oh…ahhhhh ahh ahhh”

“This is what you wanted right?”

“Ye… esss ohh oh. Yes…”

“You wanted my cock to fuck you like this huh?” He grunted, plunging deeper.

Aww. Fuck.

“Yes Daddy. I wanted. Ohhh…ohhh…. Yes… oh…. Fuck… you're…. Nnnnngnnhh… Nnnnngnnhh… Nnnnngnnhh… just like Daddy. Fuck my slutty pussy…”

Suddenly, he pulled out. I almost fell, feeling empty and cold for the split second he was out.

He sat down in his large leather executive chair, his cock erect and pointing high, waiting for me. He pulled me toward him.

"Sit on it," he ordered.

I climbed onto his lap, facing him. I lowered myself down slowly, feeling him fill me up again.

"Ahhhhh," the moan rasped out of my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. And I started to move, riding him hard.

"Oooohhhhh! OHHHHH! Oh, yes... oh, yes... oh, yes... fuck!" I moaned loud, my gaze locked on his.

I was in control now, or so I thought. I leaned in and bit his shoulder, tasting the salt on his skin.

"You're so tight for a school slut, Mia," he groaned, his hands gripping my waist so hard that I was sure there would be bruises tomorrow. "You're going to ruin me, Mia."

"Then let me," I whispered, moving my hips in a circle, grinding against him. I was a professional at this, and I wanted to give him my best—something he probably would never get from anyone else in the whole college.

"Tsssss... oh, yes..." he groaned.

Slap! His hand landed on my ass this time, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He didn't let me stay in control for long. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting upward, meeting every move I made with twice the force. His cock was now so deep inside my pussy that I felt it touching my womb with each thrust.

"Yes, Prof, fuck me like that... that... ooohhh! Yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes! Don't fucking—ahhh, yes—stop! Yes, ohhh, ohhhh... faster... oh, yes... ahhh, oh, oh..."

I was screaming now, my head tossed back, my hair flying everywhere.

Slap!

“Who owns this slutty pussy?”

“It's you Daddy”

“Suck a tempting little thing” he murmured. Hitting every nerve. My hand on his shoulder tightened. Clawing at the skin, fuck. I knew I would need this cock in my again. This was exactly what I would want to have every fucking day.

.fucking me like crazed.

I could feel it. I was close... so close. My body was vibrating, my muscles clenching around him.

"Daddy! Ah… fuck… ohhh.. I'm... I'm coming! Daddy!"

"Stay with me," he barked, his eyes darker with lust. Three more powerful thrusts, his body tensing up.

Everything exploded. Then, I felt it, the hot seeds, shooting inside of me. The heat of his come filling me up, and my own orgasm hitting me like a wave, making my whole body go numb for what seemed like forever. We sat there, panting, sweating, our bodies locked together in the silence of the office, my head rested on his chest. I had never been as proud of myself as I was at that moment.

Suddenly... Creak.

The door hadn't been fully locked. The door swung open.

Standing there was Lily, the school nerd. She was carrying a massive stack of test papers, her thick glasses sliding down her nose.

"Professor Kelvin, I brought the rest of the scripts from the—"

She stopped. Her mouth fell open. The papers in her hands slipped, scattering all over the floor. She saw me, Mia, the girl she probably hated, sitting naked on the Professor’s lap. She saw his pats down, my skirt pushed up to my waist. His cock was still buried inside of me while his hand held my butt cheeks.

What the fuck!

PROFESSOR KELVIN

Mia.

Before we could say yes,

She immediately turned, bolting out of the door like Sonic.

Kelvin’s hands were still on my waist, but his grip had changed. It wasn't about lust anymore; it was about tension. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, but this time it was the sound of a man who realized he had just handed someone the keys to his career.

He looked at the door, his jaw tight. That cold, “Human Behavior” mask was trying to slide back into place, but it was cracked.

"She saw us," Kelvin rasped, his voice low and dangerous. "That girl..."

His gaze turned from the door to me, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something like regret in his eyes. He started to push me off his lap. "Get up. Fix yourself. I need to find her before she reaches the main office."

But I didn't move. I stayed right where I was, my skin still pressed against his. I reached up and cupped his face, forcing those dark, worried eyes to look at me. I gave him a slow, wicked smile—the kind of smile that was supposed to tell him that I wasn't just some girl he had "punished."

"Relax, Prof," I whispered, my voice smooth and calm. "You may be the expert on behavior, but you don't know girls like Lily. I do."

He stopped moving, his eyes searching mine. "What are you talking about?"

I slid off his lap, my bare feet hitting the cold floor. I didn't rush to fix my clothes. I took my time, pulling my skirt down and straightening every rumpled edge.

"Lily is a nerd, yes. But she’s also a girl who has been invisible her whole life," I said, walking toward the door. I looked down at the papers she had dropped, stepping over them carefully. "People like her... they don't want to burn the world down. They want to be part of the world."

I turned back to look at him. He was still sitting in his chair, his shirt open, his huge flaccid cock on display.

"I'll handle Lily," I said firmly. "I know exactly what she wants."

Kelvin stared at me. "How can you be so sure?" he asked.

I leaned against the doorframe, giving him one last long look. "Because I’m Mia Gonzales," I stated. "And I always get what I want."

I smiled. "Focus on tomorrow's lecture, Daddy. And leave the witness to me."

I didn't wait for him to respond. I turned and walked out into the empty hallway. It seemed like our girls' game wasn't over. It was just getting a lot more crowded.

…

For the past one day, Lily had been a ghost.

Every time I saw her in the hallway, she bolted off like Usain. In class, I winked at her, trying to catch those big, scared eyes behind her glasses, but she looked away so fast I’m worried she would get whiplashed.

It's funny how she thinks she can hide. She thinks if she stays quiet enough, the image of her professor’s cock sliding into me will just disappear.

But I’m Mia Gonzales. I don't leave loose ends.

It’s the fourth class today, supposed to be Kelvin’s class, but instead of going to the lecture hall to watch Kelvin pretend he’s a professional who knows human behavior and control more than anyone else in the room, I headed straight to find Lily.

I knew exactly where to find her, which was the library—exactly where the nerds hide.

As I walked in, the air in the library, all eyes turned, looking at me briefly. I scoffed inwardly. They were probably wondering what Mia is doing in the library.

Maybe I should scream that I was still a student!

But I'll keep that scream for later. For now, I needed to find that bookworm.

I walked past the rows of books until I saw her.

Lily.

She was tucked away in a corner, surrounded by a mountain of textbooks. She was wearing a thick sweater even though the sun was out.

I made no sound as I walked up behind her, almost tiptoeing. I leaned down, my lips almost touching her ear.

“Hi, sweetie. You’re working very hard, Lily. Are you studying for the test you didn't finish grading?"

Lily jumped so hard that her chair screeched against the floor.

She turned around, her face turning white.

"Mi…Mia…” she shuddered.

“Hi, nerdy.”

I watched her swallow. “I... I’m busy. I have a lot of work to... to do.”

I sat on the edge of her table, swinging my legs. I was wearing the same short skirt, as short as the one from that day.

No panties. My legs spread in a way she could clearly see my cleanly shaved pussy.

"Relax, Lily. I don't bite.” I smiled. “I just wanted us to talk about what happened in the office yesterday," I said, my voice now dropping to a whisper.

Her eyes flicked to my exposed cunt; she blinked away.

"I didn't see anything!" Lily blurted out, her voice trembling. "I swear, Mia. I opened the door, I dropped the papers, and I ran. I didn't see a single thing."

I chuckled low. Funny.

I leaned forward, closing the space between us.

"Liar," I whispered. "Your mouth says you didn't see, but your eyes? Your eyes are screaming. They are screaming that you saw my skirt up. You saw Professor Kelvin’s hands on my ass. You saw how deep his cock was buried inside of me, didn't you?"

Lily shook her head, blinking, but she didn't look away from me. "No. Please, Mia. Mia… I… I… I won't tell anyone. I promise I'll… I'll keep my mouth shut. Please. Just… just leave me alone."

I smirked. An evil one.

"You won't tell because you liked it," I teased. I reached out my hand and touched the collar of her sweater.

Flicking my tongue against my lips.

"Tell me, Lily. When you ran away, where did you go? Huh?”

My hand traveled from her collar down to her chest, resting on her boobs, clothed with this thick clothing.

“Did you go to your room? Did you think about the way his skin looked against mine? Did you touch yourself while thinking about your 'respected' professor acting like an animal?"

"Stop it!" Lily shunned weakly. Her breath was coming fast now, her chest heaving.

My hands didn't stop what they were doing.

"Why should I? You’re a girl, Lily. You’ve been invisible for years. Nobody looks at you. But that day? You felt something, didn't you? You felt the heat."

My eyes trailed, leaving her gaze, going down.

I reached down. My hand slid over the table and rested on her thigh. She froze.

She could push me away, but she didn’t. I could feel how hot her skin was, and that was exactly the go-ahead I needed.

"You’re so tense," I murmured. I moved my hand higher, sliding it under the hem of her skirt. "Is it because you’re afraid? Or because you’ve been waiting for someone to finally notice you?"

Lily let out a shaky breath. "Mia, please don't do this… we’re in the library. Someone will see."

"Let them," I said.

My hand felt it—the soft fold. Through the thick lace of her panties. But even with how thick the fabric of her underwear was, I could still feel the heat radiating through. I pressed my palm against her pussy lips, rubbing slowly.

“A..a..hhh.” Lily’s head fell back, and a small, broken sound escaped her lips.

I felt it—the wetness. This was one horny brat covered in books.

"You’re soaking wet, Lily. For someone who 'didn't see anything,' you sure are reacting a lot."

I leaned in and kissed her neck, right under the jawline. I could feel her pulse racing like a trapped bird. I used my other hand to pull her glasses off, setting them on the table.

Damn.

Without them, she looked vulnerable. More beautiful.

"You've been watching me for a long time, haven't you?" I whispered against her skin. "You want more of this. I can see it in your eyes."

Lily’s eyes were now clouded with a mix of fear and pure lust. She was finally breaking, her hands gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. I kept the slow, teasing pace on her now-soaked panties.

“No… ah… I… I don't want anything,” she rasped out.

I smiled. “Really? Then read. Take your book and read.”

My finger pressed, sending pressure to her needing clit.

"Ahhh… I... I can't think when you do that," she gasped.

I pulled back, giving her a wicked smile. I stood up and smoothed out my skirt, watching the way her eyes followed my every move.

"I want you to stop hiding behind these books, Lily. I want to see if you're as loud in private as you are quiet in class."

I turned around to her back, leaned into her ear, and whispered, “Follow me, Lily. I'm going to show you exactly what you've been missing. And this time, there won't be any desks between us.”

With that, I leaned back and started walking toward the exit of the library.

I heard the sound of a chair moving and the frantic rustle of a backpack. A few seconds later, the soft patter of footsteps followed me into the hallway.

I smiled.

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