Page 11 of Lesbian Professor (Sapphic Sweethearts #6)

Polly

F uck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I don’t call her.

I should.

I’m very, very aware of the fact that I should call this woman. She deserves to have someone call her.

But I don’t want to call her to talk. I don’t want to ask her any question except, “Will you come over?” I want to ask her if she’ll kiss me, if she’ll hold me.

Should I call her?

I stare at my phone on and off all night, long past the time a normal human would call. I stare at it the next day, and the next. I don’t call her. I don’t go to her class. I just stare at the phone, and I wonder.

And then on Friday morning, I get an email.

Dear Miss Weston,

You currently have one absence in my class. Considering you are only allowed three before this impacts your grade, I’d like to request that you kindly attend today.

Best,

Dr. Martin

She emailed me.

She emailed me and wants to see me in class because I wasn’t there.

I stare at the email on my phone, and I wonder what I’m supposed to do now. I should go, right? I should go. It’s not every day that a hot professor wants to get me into her class. It’s certainly not every day that I actually do it.

I know that she’s going to drive me absolutely crazy. I know this isn’t love, it’s lust, and I know that this is probably going to end badly.

Unfortunately for me, all I can think about is her mouth on my breasts, so I get dressed in a tight blue tank, a short black skirt, and boots that make my legs look miles long.

When I arrive at class, she’s just starting the lecture. Noelle stops speaking when I step into the classroom.

“Miss Weston,” she says. “Nice of you to join us.” She gestures to an empty seat in front of her desk, in the first row, and I slide into it.

She continues speaking, but I don’t listen. Instead, I stare at her mouth, at her breasts, at her legs. I stare at every inch of her body because I want her.

I need her.

And I’m going to do whatever it takes to get her.