ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #6 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #6

... of cum was dripping down the side of her mouth as she looked up at him. "I guess I can make you squirm a little more my little whore." "Whore?" She questioned in absolute horror as she now realized that it wasn't Freddie who was standing over her, but Professor Adams. "Yes. From now on, Miss Puckett, you're my whore. Now stand up." He demanded, making no offer to help her from her knees as he stepped past her and into the classroom which had suddenly appeared. Grabbing her hair and dragging her across the floor, he pulled her up and pushed her onto the desk. "Lay on your back and spread your legs… Let's see if you can earn the grade." * * *September 7 9:18 am UCLA- Pierce Hall Room 114 Sam sat up in bad, covered in a cold sweat, and additional moistness that made her sick to her stomach. She had been looking forward to waking up in Freddie's arms, even in a manner similar to her dream, but it appeared that day wasn't going to be today. The bed was empty, but a few feet away she saw Freddie sl*eping in an incredibly uncomfortable looking position, snoring soundly, with a little bit of drool, on a pillow. Even in a completely unattractive manner, Freddie was still the most handsome guy Sam had ever seen. His muscular arms, even though they hadn't touched her since last night, still left phantom comfort on her body. Sam climbed out of bed, and woke Freddie up gently, and for a moment he was confused, seeing Sam in her tank top and panties. She looked like the good old days when ...

... nothing ever felt off limits, and the three best friends could hang out, make jokes, and have sex all in the same afternoon. He had wanted to grab her and kiss her and take her to his bed since the night before when she showed up. Freddie loved Jade and he would never cheat on her, but he also loved Sam, in a very different way. "Come back to bed, Freddie…" she whispered, "You look ridiculous." "Sam… I gave the bed to you." "Nobody asked you to do that," she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. "This is your bed, and I want you to get back in it… I'll sit in the chair." "No you won't, Sam… I know this game," Freddie grinned. "You say you will do something and your resolve falters after like a minute, and before I know it, you'll be getting into bed with me. I can't do that." "You did it last night. You brought me in here, helped me into your bed, lay down and held me… for hours while we talked and laughed and cuddled." "There was no cuddling, Sam… None." Freddie said, actually unsure if any cuddling actually happened or not. "Not how I remember it…" Sam teased until finally Freddie gave up and got up from the chair, taking a moment to stretch, his body cracking from the cricks he had no doubt brought on himself. Watching Sam turn around was a mistake as he caught a perfect view of her alabaster thighs and flowery underwear that framed her amazing ass. But it allowed him to come up with a plan that was mutually beneficial. Freddie moved swiftly to grab Sam and pick her ...