Graduation Day

…She slid onto the wooden seat and clutched her stack of books while she waited for the room to fill. With the buzzer, the final person scooted into place and he came out of the adjoining office. She'd played hell trying to keep her 4.0 grade point average this last year of college with Greg Nordstrom as her professor. He looked like he should be gracing the cover of a magazine, not teaching college. Light brown hair scuffed the collar of his blue-gray pullover. Matching Dockers hugged his round buttocks. He was ruggedly handsome with that just-out-of-doors look. Muscles flexed in his arms with the slightest flick of his long, thick fingers. He was to die for and every female on campus knew it. They'd sniffed him out the second he'd started working here last fall and every class was packed.

Lily's nipples strained against her silk blouse. She'd doffed her bra in the restroom right before class just to feel the material brush against her flesh and imagine it was his hand, his lips pebbling her. Her breath caught. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. No need to draw attention to herself…not now…