Uncovering My Professor's Secret

By Britten Thorne

There was something very strange about Professor Lobos.

Terri Chalmers just wanted to get better grades in her writing class. Spying on her professor to learn what he might like to read about seemed like a good idea at the time. But what she finds is far more than she bargained for.

Her professor is a werewolf.

And the wolf is hungry.

Warning: contains explicit language and graphic content. This 7500 word story contains illicit, rough sex between a bbw college student and her werewolf professor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Britten Thorne
• Release date: Jul 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301536818

Britten Thorne

Britten is a recovering Catholic schoolgirl with a raunchy imagination. Her favorite place to read erotica is on the train – there's nothing like having a dirty little secret in a crowded public place! When she isn't writing, she's caring for more pets than her landlord would find appropriate.

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Uncovering My Professor's Secret

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There was something very strange about Professor Lobos. I'm not sure that anybody else noticed. I never would have realized anything was out of the ordinary myself, if I wasn't being so nosy.

I wouldn't have been so nosy if I wasn't failing his class.

It was my sophomore year of college at a major university in Philadelphia. He taught my nonfiction writing class, and it was not going well. Perhaps failing was an exaggeration, but a C or a D was equally unacceptable in my mind.

What's a couple C's? You aren't applying to med school. My best friend Sue sat across from me at the campus coffee shop, ignoring the low-scored paper I was waving under her nose. Maybe he's sick of reading about how your grandmother inspired you.

That was only twice. Okay, three times. But I'd always thought that was what these writing teachers wanted.

She leaned across the table, her dark eyes twinkling. You could always try seducing him.

Me? I squeaked, nearly dropping my coffee. Everyone knew a tale or two of girls who did things like that to pass a class of get an A, but I had never even entertained the idea.

Come on, Terri, it isn't as if he's old or ugly, she said, And you're young and blonde and you have big boobs.

I have big everything, I muttered, and she kicked me under the table. Ow! I know, I know, no weight jokes. It was a pact between us. We were never small girls, and the freshman fifteen had been a bit of a blow to our egos. Still, we weren't entirely lacking for male attention, and we were planning on getting into better shape together. Eventually.