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Alexia stumbled into class late and saw her teacher give her a slight disapproving look. Her cheeks burned and she looked downward. Professor Richards wasn't usually strict, but he didn't like tardiness. Not only that, Alexia didn't much want to gain his disapproval, because he had been the object of her obsession for the first half of the semester. Professor Kent Richards was nothing short of gorgeous. With light brown hair that fell into his eyes contantly, facilitating his adorable habit of pushing it back with one hand while gesturing dramatically with the other, and bright aquamarine eyes that could penetrate a person's soul, he was the epitome of beautiful. Many a girl on the campus lusted after his well-toned body and handsome face, and many a girl could only imagine what was underneath those pristine khaki dockers. Alexia pulled out her notebook and started to jot down some notes that she'd missed from the very beginning of class. She hated coming in late to any class; being stared at was just not fun. She was stared at quite often though, being extremely pretty, and had gotten somewhat used to it. She was about 5'5" with long, shapely legs and pert breasts that nicely filled out a 36C cup. Her eyes were sparkling blue and her hair a shiny reddish-brown, falling past her shoulders in luxurious waves. That day she was wearing a spaghetti-strap tank top that accented her attention-drawing cleavage and a very short denim skirt, so she knew some of the stares weren't just because of her lateness. She started to daydream as Professor Richards's throaty, masculine voice washed over her. The thought of his lips against her skin and hands all over her body made her tingle with pleasure. She almost moaned audibly when she ...

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