Professor Bob and his sleeves all rolled up when he's teaching a class. Having a Pavlovian response to Bob with his sleeves up because in your mind, he only does that when he's about to fuck you.
the air conditioning was on the fritz in professor floyd's classroom. allegedly, maintenance was working on it, but after two days of sweating through class, it seemed that it was going to remain broken for the foreseeable future. this made for a very irritable professor, and a group of students struggling to pay attention because it was so hot. you were squirming in your seat, unable to keep up with what your literature professor was speaking about. but it wasn't because of the heat. it was because he had rolled the sleeves of his tan dress shirt up to his elbows, and his forearms were on display.
in fact, watching him roll those sleeves up had given you flashbacks to the night before, when he'd rolled them up just before he fucked you against his kitchen table. the look he'd given you was sinful. the narrowed eyes twinkling with mischief, the tilted head, the knowing smirk. it had you growing wet in your panties, just as you were doing now. it was rather pathetic, the affect he had on you, to the point where you couldn't sit still, because you were aching. you didn't have a class after this. it was your last one of the day. and it just so happened to be his last one, too. which meant, if you played your cards right...
the sharp calling of your name jarred you, yanking you back to reality. your eyes widened as you realized bob was staring expectantly at you, his jaw tense. "i...i'm sorry, sir," you spoke, "what was the question?" there it was again, that squinty gaze. something told you he knew exactly what had you flustered. he fought to hide his smile as he repeated the question. however, you had been so far into your daydream that you truly did not know the answer. so he moved on to another student, who rattled off the exact answer he wanted.
bob’s gaze flickered back to you. you knew he’d want to see you after class. and sure enough, when he dismissed class a few minutes early to give everyone the opportunity to quickly leave the stifling room, he called your name. “i want to speak with you for a moment,” he said. your eyes widened, and your stomach fluttered with butterflies. especially when he closed the door after everyone had cleared out. then he sauntered toward his desk, which he promptly leaned back against, folding his arms over his chest. “i was wondering what had you so flustered. i thought maybe it was the heat. but then i realized…” he pushed away from the desk and approached you, where you stood beside your own. “it’s because i rolled up my sleeves, isn’t it?” he leaned in close, and wicked glimmer in his eyes.
“m-maybe,” you squeaked. his mouth curled into a victorious smile. “you little slut,” he mused. “that’s all it takes? i roll up my sleeves and you go dumb for me?” shamelessly, you nodded. bob’s gaze darkened, and he reached his hand up, cupping your cheek. his thumb tapped against your bottom lip, which you immediately parted, taking the digit into your mouth. your eyes fluttered as you gazed at him, waiting for what he’d do next. “you soaked through your panties, didn’t you?” but he already knew the answer. “yes sir,” you mumbled around his finger. he held out his other hand. “c’mon, hand ‘em over.” and you did. leaning down, you pulled your underwear from beneath your skirt and down your legs, placing them right in bob’s waiting hand. “good girl,” he praised, folding the fabric neatly and tucking them into his back pocket. “now go wait for me in my office. i’ll be there momentarily.”
so off you went, desire and anticipation of what was to come burning between your thighs.
