Her Favorite Class - Contemporary College Erotica

Her Favorite Class is a Contemporary College Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.

A college student falls in love with her professor who is not much older than her. This is an old story, not just historically, but in reality. Everyone of her classmates is in love with this hot, young professor. How can she make herself stand out in a class full of young sexy girls? Especially when she is in only one of several classes of hot, young girls. During classes she tries anything to get his attention and even volunteers to take part in a study group led by him, although she actually doesn't need help in this subject. He notices this but encourages her to go to the group anyway. This is her big chance. Will she be able to make him notice her? Or will she just be a face in the crowd as she attends her favorite class? It is a good sign that he knows that she is doing well in this class.

Excerpt
She only woke up from her daydreams when everyone else around her was getting up and leaving. One after the other, the girls filed past him, stopping briefly to give him their hands to flirt.
Sadie watched them, disappointed that it was already over.
“And you?” He smiled, causing Sadie's heart to stop for a second. “Still need help?”
She wasn't sure if he was serious or just joking but this could be her chance! She would just have to make up a problem related to class and she might be able to be around him longer!
“Well...,” she began, as she always did when she was insecure and not sure what to say.
Mr. Rayne's smile got bigger. “Yes?,” grinningly, he waited for an answer.
“The problem is...” She lost herself in his stunningly blue eyes.
“Okay?” He seemed to be amused by her shyness and her inability to come up with a topic she didn't understand and sat down next to her, curiously awaiting her next words.
He was so close now! Sadie could smell his aftershave, a very masculine scent. His eyes didn't let go of her; instead, they were wandering across her face, stopping shortly at her mouth, just to move upwards to her eyes again. She held his gaze, feeling her blood pumping through her vessels with more and more pressure. She bet her cheeks, or actually her entire face was visibly flooded with blood now. Breathing got harder too; her chest moved up and down in short intervals.
Mr. Rayne's smile froze.
Oh no! Sadie's alarm bells went off. Does he know? Have I just given myself away?