Constant Distraction—Part 2

I’m fairing better than I thought I would. Watching a lot more porn than average.... and jerking off a lot more than average, but I’m pretty sure my grade hasn’t dropped below a C. Even then I know I’m thinking about her too often.

I was beginning to feel like a bit of a creepy but I made sure I didn’t talk to her often. I didn’t want her to think she could develop any kind of relationship with me it wouldn’t be safe. I made friends with this guy in my class just to make sure I wouldn't miss anything. Even though I was keeping focused on my work it was hard not to zone out in class. Especially if I’m particularly tired.

“Noah how’s the work coming?” I was pulled from my thoughts and looked up from my computer screen. Sweet lord.

“Hello Professor Harte, it’s going well. I’m actually working on something for another class right now.” I had been working on my English homework in the library.

“Well I’m glad that you don’t find yourself struggling. Not to be rude, but I was a little shocked you weren’t in the group of student that came to talk to me outside of class within the first week. You seem in another world sometimes during class.” She could tell. Now I was kinda screwed. I thought I had been getting away with seeming diligent.

“I apologize sometime I do space out. It’s just something that happens... I’ve honestly been hoping you wouldn’t notice. I thought I portrayed studious well.” I laughed for a moment hoping to lighten the mood. I prayed that she only thought I was spacing out and don’t notice me staring at her chest. She laughed with me.

“Well I apologize for having the eyes of a hawk. As long as you’re putting the effort in that’s all I care about. That’s all I ever ask of any student.” She sounded so much less intense than she had during class. I was honestly a little dumbfounded. She sounded nice and she was completely beautiful. She was making me want to pursue her more and more by just being herself and I was having a hard time holding back.

“Of course Professor Harte, apology accepted.” I laughed again trying to just relax and think about the work in front of me. “If you’ll excuse me Professor I have some work to do.” I tried to not sound rude.

“Oh of course sorry. I’ll just be going.” She briskly walked off and I got a good view of her ass. It was just as amazing. A woman had never had my attention like this. I’m falling in love with every bit of her I think. She was smart, beautiful, snappy.

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My body is on fire, sweat covers every inch of my skin. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I open my eyes and two pink hard nipples are staring back at me. Two round perfect breasts bouncing and jiggling. I could have a heart attack right now I can feel it.

“Noah yes just like that,” the woman on top of me moaned and called out in joy. “Touch me Noah,” her hands grabbed mine forcing them to her breasts to fondle them. I could tell now who it was. Professor Harte. Her hair was down and a mess unlike every other time I saw her. Her skin was flushed and covered in as much sweat as mine. She was joyfully bouncing on top of my cock and I was being slowly driven mad.

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I woke up disappointed, my dream had been cut short by my alarm. On top of it I would have to head to Professor Harte’s class soon and I couldn’t get the dream out of my mind. I knew I wouldn’t be able to once I got to class.