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As a student in Professor Anderson’s class, I couldn’t help but have a huge crush on him. His intense gaze and deep voice all the time left me blushing and breathless. And when he called on me to answer a question, I felt like I was the only person in the room.

I couldn’t believe my luck when he asked me to meet him after class one day. I nervously made my way to his office, my heart beating faster with every step. When I arrived, he was already there, sitting behind his desk. He motioned for me to sit down in the chair across from him.

“Is everything okay, Professor?” I asked nervously.

He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. “I wanted to talk to you about your grades,” he said. “You’ve been doing well in my class, but I think you could do even better if you put in a little more effort.”

“I’ll try harder,” I said quickly.

“I have another suggestion,” he said. “If you’re interested, I could give you some private tutoring sessions to help you improve.”

I tried to hide my excitement, but it was pointless. “Yes, please,” I said eagerly.

“Very well,” he said. “We can start tomorrow after class. Just come to my office and we’ll get started.”

For the rest of the day, I could hardly focus on anything else. I went home and prepared for my tutoring session, which I was both excited and nervous about.

The next day, I walked to his office with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. When I arrived, he was already there, waiting for me.

“Ready to get started?” he asked.

I nodded eagerly, and he motioned for me to take a seat on the couch in the corner of his office. He pulled up a chair and sat facing me, his eyes locked on mine as he began to explain some of the more difficult concepts from his class.

As he taught me, I could feel my body responding to his deep voice and commanding presence. I tried to focus on his words, but my mind kept wandering to more… illicit thoughts.

Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed him, my lips meeting his with a fierce hunger. At first, he was taken aback, but then he responded with a passion that blew my mind.

We kissed for what felt like an eternity, our hands exploring each other’s bodies, our hearts racing with desire. Finally, he broke away from me and stood up, looking down at me with a mix of lust and regret.

“This can’t happen,” he said. “We can’t let our desire get in the way of your education.”

But I didn’t care. All I wanted was him.

“Please,” I said. “I need you. I want you.”

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine, before finally saying, “Okay.”

And then we were kissing again, our bodies intertwined, our passion burning like wildfire. For the rest of the semester, we were inseparable, our secret romance fueling both our academic and physical desires.

As the semester came to an end, we knew we would have to say goodbye. But we both knew that what we had would stay with us forever, a passionate memory that would never fade.
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