Bent Over By My Mean Professor: College Erotic Romance

By Samantha Summers

"You've been a bad girl...."
"There's one way to raise your grade.... But it's our little secret."
A professor can't help but notice his 19 year old student seems a bit underprepared for his test, and overexposed for a classroom. She thinks her professor's hot, but as a virgin it never occurs to her the feeling might be mutual...

• Language: English
• Publisher: 25 Ea
• Release date: Apr 14, 2019

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Bent Over By My Mean Professor

Samantha Summers

Shelly, have you suddenly lost the inability to speak today, or do you find me so boring that you don’t feel the need to pay attention in my class!!! shouted Professor Jameson.

Oh gosh, I had done it again. I had totally zoned out in my freshman philosophy class and I could hear the snickers from my classmates around me. I could slowly feel the blush creeping up the smooth pale skin of my neck all the way up to the blonde edges of my hairline. Little did my professor know, but the reason for my zoning out was not because I found him boring. As a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite. I found him extremely intriguing, some would say that I was a little too intrigued. I was extremely attracted to him, from his wavy brown, hair, to his strong chiseled jaw bone, to the way that his decadent muscles draped his 6’2" frame. Professor Jameson is exceptionally good looking, and I oftentimes find myself fantasizing about him during lectures.

Shelly, we don’t have all day! admonished Professor Jameson for the second time.

I’m sorry professor, I just haven’t been feeling well. Could you please repeat the question? I asked timidly.

No, Shelly. I don’t think that I will repeat the question, since it is apparent that you don’t find my lectures interesting enough to warrant your attention. he responded in his smooth baritone voice.

I’m really sorry Professor Jameson, I mumbled under my breath as I nervously twisted my blond ponytail.

The professor moved on and I did my best to focus for the rest of the lecture, but I couldn’t help myself from staring at his kissable lips, or his big hands when he would push his thick, wavy hair out of his face when trying to make a point. And please don’t get me started on his large bulge, which was noticeable through his khaki pants.

I tried really hard to focus during the rest of class and thought I had gotten away without getting into anymore trouble before the end of class, but boy was I wrong.

Brinng. Brinng.

Finally the bell signaling the end of the lecture. I rushed to gather my things so that I could head out of the door. As I was loading my books into my bag, I heard professor Jameson call out to me, asking me to stay behind class.

Damn, I thought to myself. I was this close to being out of the door and he stopped me.