After class, I had to find a reason to follow him down to his office. He was grumbling mildly about the freshman PS-101 tests he had to grade.

Ah-ha, what if I offer to help? Splendid idea!

“If it’s not against the rules or something, I’d be glad to help. You probably have one of those sheets you lay over the test paper and just mark the wrong ones, don’t you? I don’t have to be anywhere for a while, so I’d be delighted to do some of the dull work for you.”

He slid a glance at me, one eyebrow lifted in a half-question. It was such a sexy look I was creaming my panties in an instant.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s all right. Most of the senior profs have teaching assistants to help them. You aren’t on the payroll, but I’d appreciate it no end if you’d help. Otherwise, I’ll be stuck here all afternoon. “

Being stuck with him for the afternoon sounded heavenly to me. In a few minutes I was sitting there at his desk with the template, happily marking away. He seemed to have gotten a real dud class of freshmen. There were only a couple of papers that had almost all right answers.

It was hard to keep my attention on the work with him so close. First he leaned over my shoulder to get a pen. A few minutes later, he was back, opening the drawer in front of me so his hand was almost in my lap. At least every five or ten minutes, he had to come back and get something or leave something on the desk, although he was supposedly working on an essay test for our class that one of the department clerks would input to the computer later.

Before the afternoon was over, he had put his hand on my shoulder at least twice and once leaned so close his breath ruffled my hair. I shivered for five minutes after that. Finally, I knew I had to go or I’d miss my next class. Not that it really mattered, but I do try to have good attendance. I stood and stretched to work the kinks out of my back.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” he said, appearing right beside me without warning. Reflexively, I started to back up even though I didn’t want to. The habit of letting people have their space is hard to break.

“Oh, it’s quite all right. Really.” My voice sounded high and breathless. I realized there was no where to go, even if I did try to move. My back was almost against the wall and he was right there. I knew my gaze was darting around, looking everywhere but right at him. He was just so close.

He laughed then, a low, suggestive chuckle. “What’s wrong, Geri? Are you nervous?” He reached out, putting his hand against my face, his fingers sliding along my jaw until his palm cupped my cheek. His thumb brushed lazily across my lips. There was not one cell in my body that didn’t react to his touch. I felt like I’d grabbed a live wire.

“I know you aren’t afraid. We’re alone, of course, but someone could come in any time. That’s exciting, isn’t it?”

He edged closer, one knee sliding smoothly between my legs, until I was almost straddling his thigh. His heat burned me through his slacks and my jeans. My pussy clenched and released, spilling more moisture. I had to rub against him, just a little bit. I couldn’t help myself.

“I’d appreciate your help any time you’re available. I’m sure we can come up with some way I can reward your efforts. Don’t you think?”

I nodded, dizzy with an ache of overpowering lust. I wanted that hand, not only on my face, but squeezing my tits, fondling my ass, toying with my clit. “Uhhhmmmm, yes, I’m sure we can.”