My Steamy Story: My name is Mike and I am a lecturer at t...

My Story Time:

Okay, so, full tea? I was low-key having the worst day. My bio exam was a total flop and my shift at the boujee coffee shop was dragging. I’m wiping down the espresso machine when the bell dings and in walks Professor Mike. And let me tell you, bestie… the man has drip. Like, that whole ‘hot professor in a tweed blazer’ thing is NOT a myth. He’s my Health & Human Dev lecturer, and no cap, half the class is just thirsting over his voice. My girl Jess is with me and she elbows me, like, ‘Hannah, omg, it’s him.’

He’s just getting his usual, looking all stressed and kinda fine, when his phone buzzes. He checks it and his whole face just… drops. Sheesh. Must be his wife, the total ice queen he’s always low-key complaining about in office hours. He shoves the phone back in his pocket, looking defeated, and that’s when his eyes meet mine. And the vibe? Instantly spicy.

He gives me this little half-smile and I just… lose it. I walk right over, my heart going a mile a minute. “Rough day, Professor?” I ask, my voice all breathy. He lets out this exhausted sigh and runs a hand through his hair. “You have no idea, Hannah.”

Jess is watching us like it’s her favorite show, and I just decide to go for it. Main character energy, period. I lean over the counter, letting my top gap just a little. “Maybe you need something stronger than coffee,” I whisper, watching his eyes darken. He looks around, all nervous and sus, but he doesn’t move away. “Hannah… we shouldn’t,” he murmurs, but his voice is so thick with want it’s basically a yes.

“I know we shouldn’t,” I breathe back, my fingers brushing against his on the counter. “But my shift ends in five. The supply closet in the back… it locks.” His Adam’s apple bobs and he just gives this tiny, almost imperceptible nod. The thrill that shot through my pussy was unreal. Game on.