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Alumni Naughty #1
Alumni Naughty #1
Alumni Naughty #1
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Alumni Naughty #1

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Meet Professor Damon Webb.

Dr. Webb is a ruggedly handsome young English professor who lectures at an all woman college for the arts. Coping from his recent devastating divorce, he constantly resists ongoing temptations of the flirtatious college woman that he teaches. Although the college code doesn’t prohibit faculty and students from dating, Dr. Webb has his own personal policy not to do so.

On the last day of finals as he prepares to leave for summer break, a hot college girl stops by his office and locks them inside with a tempting offer he can’t refuse.

This book is fictional. Any similarities to actual people, events, or places are purely coincidence. This book is for adults 18+, contains adult themes, and graphic sex scenes. If you’re under eighteen years of age or this type of material offends you, discontinue reading immediately.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 9, 2016
ISBN9781519904379
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    Alumni Naughty #1 - S.M. Breathitt

    Episode One

    PROFESSOR DAMON WEBB set an empty cardboard box on his office desk, and gathered some of his personal belongings to carry home during the college summer break.  The majority of the college staff members and other professors had already left for the day, but he was waiting for someone from maintenance to fix the lock on his door.  Any time during the past week when he had shut the half door with frosted glass from the inside, the locking mechanism stuck, making it nearly impossible to get back out.  He assumed the lock had never been changed since the door had been originally hung.

    The century old English building on the Wilmount College campus in Albany, New York was rustic and filled with the pleasant musty smell of old books and furniture polish.  He loved how the aged stairs creaked whenever he ascended to the third floor to get to his corner office.  The creaking stairs also provided a calling card warning that a visitor was on his or her way up the stairs.  Of course there were the occasional times the stairs creaked from the inevitable settling of the building, making him wonder why no one had rounded the hall and knocked on his door.  He liked to pretend those were the lingering ghosts of time.

    Having a secluded office tucked away from all the other offices, he was seldom bothered by any staff members, which allowed him to grade essays without constant interruptions.  And even though his students had his office hour schedule, few ever bothered to stop by; no matter how badly they needed tutored.

    Leaving the door slightly ajar, Damon stood at the desk and placed the remainder of the items inside the box.  He looked forward to having the summer off.  The spring semester had not been kind to him.  Suffering through an excruciating divorce from a marriage that had barely lasted three years, he needed time to get away and collect his thoughts.  While he was thankful that he didn’t have to put up with the bitter and emotionally unstable woman anymore, the divorce had still been psychologically painful.

    The hardest part after the divorce was being a single male professor lecturing at an all woman private college.  Always sharply dressed, he was in his mid-thirties, clean-cut with dark brown hair and eyes, a firm jaw, and in top physical shape.  Even before the divorce, a lot of the students had flirted with him, and since the college didn’t require uniforms, most of the young women wore clothes that drove his lustful cravings and creative imagination to the edge.

    Throughout late winter and into the early spring, the college cheerleaders, basketball players, and field hockey players wore their tight yoga pants to class that left nothing to the imagination.  Others came straight from practice to class wearing loose unbuttoned shirts over snug sports bras that pushed their ample breasts near to the point of spilling out, and since the spring climate had become unseasonably hot with sweltering hellish heat, their clothing became less and less.

    Often he found their lack of attire almost too distracting to maintain his focus on the lecture material.  To add to

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