Her Student's Bimbo Vol. 3 (ePub)

Professor Maribeth Ashley thought she could forgive herself for her indiscretions... even if they involved two students. What was more difficult was the fact that she did not want to stop, could not stop. Nor could she stop either of the eager young men from trying to dominate her attention. What should she do when they wanted her at the same time?

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THE ELEVATOR DOORS CLOSED and I stared back at myself reflected on their glassy surface. Was it too much? Too studiously casual? I had no idea.
I had cursed Simon for having classes until 2 pm-and yet I spent the hours between his morning text until close to two to decide on what to wear.
I had wanted a thick pair of leggings and loose woolen sweater because ugh, October, and I needed to tramp on the urge to wear anything sexy. But... Itt had always been hell taking off those leggings... I bit my lips. Not exactly hell but, you know. It took too long.
In the end, I wore my thickest stockings with a short woolen skirt, and a soft sweater under my old leather jacket. Shades of grey and black, nothing flirty, just a casual quick outing in a cool autumn day.
And yet, alone in the elevator, my body vibrating with anticipation, there was no mistaken the haze of lust in my eyes, the slight parting of lips that told any man in the vicinity I was ripe for the plucking.
I stepped closer to the doors as the car moved slowly up to Simon's floor.
My lips had regularly thickened and filled during the transformation, but I always thought they... puffed down again afterward. As soon as the blonde tresses vanished and my brown hair returned.
I put a tentative finger on my plump lower lip. It hadn't been this full a month ago.
I parted my lips further and felt a small jolt. They looked so hot. I could easily picture them around the swollen head of Simon's... I bit back a moan, turning away.
Oh God, why was this elevator so slow.