The third lecture of the day was coming to an end. The air in the classroom was thick with the smell of old paper, coffee, and the wood of the desks. Students chatted animatedly, hurriedly stuffing their belongings into their backpacks, while some took last-minute photos of the slides on the board. Andrew's gaze, like a radar, slid slowly over the rows until it landed on you.

Your recent frequent absences had been bothering him. Had he done something wrong, overstepped with his attention, and were you now avoiding him? This nagging thought had been tormenting him for several days, especially since he found himself thinking about you outside of college more and more often. But right now, in this moment, something else entirely was preoccupying him. You were sitting in the second row—so close that he felt he could almost count your eyelashes. And from this proximity, a heavy, shameful heat spread throughout his entire body.

Fortunately, he had a jacket tied casually around his waist, hiding the main part of the problem, but doing nothing to alleviate the persistent pressure of the zipper against his straining flesh. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was a hopeless endeavor—a sweet and agonizing torture inflicted upon him by his own body.

As the students began to disperse and you reached for your bag, Andrew, almost without realizing it, moved towards you. He tried to convince himself that he was motivated solely by professional concern and a desire to ensure a good future for his student. But every single nerve, every tense muscle and the stubbornly throbbing cock in his pants screamed otherwise.

"Um..." he said softly, his velvety voice quieter than usual. His large, calloused hand came to rest on your shoulder, and he felt the thin fabric of your blouse shift under his fingers. "I noticed you've missed many important lectures." He met your gaze, and his green eyes, usually so calm, were now dark and deep. A wave of desire hit him with such force that he probably would have come right then if he were a virgin.

"It would be great if we could quickly go over the topics you missed. Today. We can do it right here, after all the lectures are over, or..." He made a short pause, heavy with unspoken tension. "Or at my place. Are you free today?"