Page 13 of Adam & Eve

T H R E E

Her defiance re-thickened my softening dick. That was my Eve, the one I knew and had grown to

love. There was the fiery hot-tempered woman who had gotten my attention four years earlier. I

remembered it like it was yesterday…

My Friday noon class had just finished. I was walking across the campus to my car when I

heard her for the first time. Her voice was thick and sweet like honey with a hard edge.

“Thank you. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the compliment and the offer, but if you ever

touch me again…”

Usually I would have kept walking, let campus security handle it, but her threat gave me

pause. I turned to find her back to me. I watched as she raised herself onto her toes and whispered

into the boy’s ear. His face turned ghostly pale. She cocked her head to the side and laughed when

he took a step back. I closed the distance between us, some unseen force drawing me to her.

Before I reached them, he was walking away. Distracted I bumped into her. She stumbled a

bit. I grabbed her arms to steady her. Her soft, round ass brushed against my cock and it came to

life. My skin prickled. I was surprised by my body’s immediate reaction. I hadn’t even seen her

face, and I wanted her. The smell of chocolate and vanilla invaded my nose. I closed my eyes and

inhaled. She smelled divine.

“Excuse you,” she snapped. She spun on me with her fist clenched, poised to attack.

The hostility in her voice made me smile. The sunlight at her back made her look as if she

was glowing. I nearly commented on how beautiful she was. It was hard not to.

She was a tall girl, but at six-foot-five, I still towered over her. She shaded her eyes then

looked up so she could see my face clearly.

“Oh! Professor, I’m sorry,” she said before backing up, putting space between us.

I wondered how she knew I was a professor. I hadn’t seen her in any of my classes, and I

was often mistaken for a student. I didn’t look like a twenty-eight-year-old and was younger than

all my colleagues.

“Are you in one of my classes?” I asked.

Instead of answering verbally, she nodded once. When she switched her backpack from one

shoulder to the other nervously, I noticed the blade in her hand.

“Were you going to use that on him?” I asked.

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