The classroom felt smaller today. Or maybe it was just the way Professor Khalid filled it with his presence. Amber arrived early for the next seminar, her uniform feeling like a second skin that revealed too much. The white blouse hugged her full breasts tightly, the buttons straining with every breath she took. She had chosen a seat in the front row this time, telling herself it was for better notes. But deep down she knew it was to be closer to him. To feel the weight of his gaze more intensely.
The other students trickled in, flipping through textbooks and whispering about the last class. Amber kept her eyes on her notebook, but her mind wandered. Freud's libido. Jung's archetypes. Words that now carried a secret thrill. She crossed her legs under the desk, feeling the slickness between her thighs already. Just thinking about him made her body respond. Her nipples hardened against lace, dark peaks pressing through thin cotton.
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