Chapter 7

The professor had called my dad to tell him how things went. He praised me but said what everyone knew — that I was super distracted! My dad told me about the talk, encouraging me to study more. My dad was a cool guy! But I was fixated on the professor’s idea. Since he thought I was such a scatterbrain, I’d use that to my advantage. He’d see what was good for the cough.

I headed over to his place again that afternoon. He’d already gotten a peek at my tits through my cleavage, and today I wanted to show more. I had this thong that was basically a see-through string meant for wearing under dresses. I hated it because my pussy swallowed it whole, and the damn thing kept wedging into my ass. It tied on the sides, and the front was totally transparent. It was really a fuck-me panty, but I’d bought it in a rush because it was the only one that wouldn’t show under my dress. To match, I put on a skirt so short any breeze would flip it up to my forehead. I felt so fucking hot in that outfit. Sandals on my feet, and I was off to his house. I hadn’t even gotten there yet, and I could feel everything wedged in tight. I didn’t take it out — instead, on the stairs where no one could see, I did a little squat with my legs spread to push it in even deeper.

He met me at the door. I kicked off my sandals and went in, giving him a tight hug so he’d feel me pressed against him, then headed straight for the couch. I wanted to expose myself from the spot where he sat at the table.

“Can I sit on the couch today?” I said, all cute and sweet like a total kawaii girl.

“Sure thing, sweetie.”

He started talking about the lesson and sat down across from me behind the table, keeping his distance. I was lounging with my feet up on the couch, knees together and bent. The skirt couldn’t cover shit — if I made one distracted move, he’d see my whole hidden spot. “He’s already checking me out,” I thought. I could feel his eyes roaming my body like always. It was turning me on. When it was time for exercises, I put my notebook on my knees in the same position and slowly let my legs part, giving him a more intimate view bit by bit. I felt a cool breeze hitting my bare pussy. The thong was shoved inside, and it was bothering me. I moved around all casual, like I was in front of a girlfriend, spreading my legs quick then closing them different, but from where he sat, no matter how I ended up, he’d catch a glimpse every time.

But at some point, I couldn’t play it off anymore. I glanced to see if he was looking, and I caught him red-handed staring up my skirt. He looked nervous as hell and was sweating bullets. I reacted on instinct — I don’t know where I got the guts.

“Professor! Are you looking at my panties?” I asked, stating it like a fact, all playful and smirking. There was no denying it.

“What? No way, girl,” he said, turning beet red.

“Prof, you guys think we don’t notice when a man’s staring where he shouldn’t?” My tone wasn’t mad at all!

“Uh…” He couldn’t get a word out.

“Last lesson, you were behind me peeking down my cleavage, weren’t you?”

“No, girl! You’re crazy?”

“The photo — did you take it or not?” I asked in a checkmate tone.

“What photo are you talking about?”

“Nude for nude — if you swap, we swap!” I burst out laughing at how flustered he was and followed up loud: “JUST KIDDING!!!!!”

“You’re trouble, girl.” He said it while adjusting something between his legs. One of his hands was under the table out of my sight — he was definitely hard as a rock.

I was gonna play my final card in this game, and it was now. I took a deep breath, tossed the notebook aside, and with my feet still on the couch, I spread my knees wide.

“You’ve already seen everything there was to see down here anyway. This panty’s killing me — I don’t know why I even put it on. It keeps digging into me. So uncomfortable,” I pretended to whine.

I hooked my fingers into the side of the thong, lifted my hips, and pulled it back into place where it kept slipping.

“There, all better. You think it’s pretty?”

“Pretty what?”

“The panty! What do you think I’m talking about, silly?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You didn’t see? But you were staring forever, and now I fixed it right in front of you. Wanna see again?”

”…”

“Cat got your tongue, professor?”

He was in full panic mode. I remember after a couple questions, he stopped answering altogether.

“Lelly, this could get me in big trouble, babe. Can we stop?” He mustered up some serious courage to say that.

I ignored him and climbed onto the table, sitting with my legs spread wide in front of him like a meal served on a bed of books. I hiked my skirt up higher — he could see from my sparse pubes right to my pussy entrance. The thong was see-through.

“And now can you see? Is it pretty?”

“Yeah,” he stammered, staring hard…

“Liar, you’re just saying that ‘cause you’re a guy. This panty’s awful…”

I gave a quick ramble explaining what it was for and how annoying it was, and all the while I watched his eyes — they didn’t budge. He was literally sweating. I fiddled with the thong casually.

“But the fabric’s at least comfy, professor. Feel it?” I asked softly, like I was begging.

“I can’t touch you, sweetie. If anyone finds out about this, it’s a crime. Can we stop? I don’t wanna go to jail.”

“Okay, fine, but since you won’t touch and you’ve already looked, why not take another good peek?”

A shy, permissive smile crept onto his face. I slid my hips closer to him and spread my legs wider. I untied the side bow on one side, then the other. I yanked off that tiny scrap of fabric and tossed it into his lap.

“A gift for you! Keep it if you liked it so much.”

I was sure he was rock hard — I could see his shoulder twitching. He must’ve been squeezing his cock through his pants…

“You think it’s pretty, professor? I’m talking about my pussy now!”

“Y… Yeah…”

I ran my fingers along it and spread my outer lips to show myself off more.

“Does it smell good?” I said softly, my voice weak.

“Yeah…” He was shaking.

“Wanna lick it?”

“I do, but I can’t…”

“What if I’m like this?” I said, making a cat-like move, shoving the study stuff to the floor and getting on all fours, ass up high on the table.

“Oh God, Letícia, you’re gonna get me thrown in jail…”

“My dad’s the one who’d kill you if he knew.” I laughed, looking back at his face. His was closer now — I could feel his heat approaching.

Between my legs, I started masturbating all showy, rubbing my clit in circles then sliding two fingers halfway into my pussy. I wasn’t even that wet yet. Then I trailed my fingers around my asshole.

“Is my little asshole pretty?”

“Yeah, delicious.”

“You’ve never eaten it, and I asked if it’s pretty, not if it’s tasty.”

“It’s pretty,” he answered with a groan.

“Since you won’t touch me…”

I got off the table and stood beside him. I straightened my clothes and pulled my skirt down to where it should be.

“Damn, I’m soaked. Look, smell it.” I said, holding my finger near his nose.

“You’re just a kid and no good, girl!”

“Is your cock okay, professor?”

“Yeah! After your little show…” He was stammering with lust.

“Can I see?”

“No, absolutely not…”

“You saw me — now I wanna see you. Nude for nude.”

“No way. Better we stop…”

“Professor, think about it. If you took that photo down my cleavage last lesson and I tell my dad, deleting it from your phone won’t help… He thinks.”

“Don’t threaten me — you wouldn’t do that.” He said it scared.

“You really think not? Come on, let me see that dick and I’ll behave.”

He wanted to, just lacked the balls, but he gave in. He turned his chair toward me, unzipped, and pulled out his cock. It was pretty long, really long — unfortunately ugly. I’d only known Matheus’s up to then.

“Satisfied? Just looking…”

“Really?”

I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth without asking. He tried to react, but I already had him by the balls. I sucked the head real slow, pretending I had no clue what I was doing. I felt him trembling — I think he could’ve blown any second. Twice he tried to push me away but gave up. I didn’t know how to handle a dick that big. It wasn’t thick — skinny actually, like a tube! “Must be good for ass-fucking,” I thought.

“Come on my face, professor?” I said with an angel face.

I don’t know if his answer was a yes, but I was jerking him with my mouth open near the head, and a jet of cum shot out — stinky as hell. Most went in my mouth, which I spit right on the floor, and some on my cheek… I just looked at him quietly, face all cummed up, and grinned until I broke the silence.

“Class over, right professor? Pack up the stuff while I hit the bathroom? And don’t peek through the keyhole, okay?”

When I came back, I said goodbye like nothing happened. He’d gathered the materials, and only at home did I notice he’d slipped my thong into my bag. I wanted him to keep it — I went home without panties and hated the feeling.

Weirdly, he couldn’t give me lessons anymore. He told my dad he’d landed a last-minute job but would keep sending exercises by email. I never did anything like that with him again. We saw each other a bunch at my house, but I never brought it up, and neither did he.