Mia.

The next day, 6th period felt like it would never come. I waited for hours; literally, I spent the whole morning thinking about Professor Kelvin.

Is it weird that I wanted to see his face too?

It better not be, because… I spent the whole night touching myself while imagining it was him. Also thinking of the next step to take in this game. And by this morning, I knew exactly what I was going to do.

Today, I didn’t wear a bra. As a matter of fact, there would be no bra until… further notice.

But that wasn’t all. I went a step further; I also didn’t wear any panties.

I wore a short, flare skirt—the kind of skirt that barely covered my thighs when I stood up and revealed everything when I sat down.

I felt the cool air grace my bare skin as I walked down the hallway, and it made my heart race. In a good way, though.

As I entered the hall, it was time for the mid-semester test. We had to take the test even if we literally just had two lessons with Prof Kelvin.

I didn’t go to the back today, which was unusual. I walked straight to the front row. And I sat directly in front of his high desk.

Based on what I had in store for him, I wanted to be so close that whenever he looked, the first thing he saw was me.

A few minutes later, Kelvin walked in. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept—probably because of me. He didn’t look at me as he dropped a thick stack of test papers on his desk.

“Clear your desks, everyone,” he commanded. “Please, no talking. No phones. And you have one hour.”

He started walking down the aisles, handing out the papers. When he got to me, he dropped the paper on my desk without sparing me a glance. But as he turned to walk away, I whispered, “Wish me luck, Prof.”

The test started.

Kelvin sat behind his desk. He picked up a book, trying to look like he was reading—or not—because I saw his eyes moving. He wasn’t looking at the pages. He was scanning the room, making sure nobody was cheating.

I didn’t pick up my pen. I just sat there, alone in my seat, right in front of him, watching him.

Finally, his eyes landed on me. He saw my blank paper and how I was just sitting there watching. He frowned, leaning forward slightly. He mouthed the words: ‘Start your work.’

I smiled, but instead of picking up my pen, I spread my legs.

Slowly.

Pushing them further away from each other.

Since I was in the front row and his desk was slightly elevated, he had the perfect view.

Don’t ask me if I had done this before.

I watched his eyes get glued, my legs moving in that slow motion until they were fully apart. I saw the moment he realized I had nothing underneath.

His book hit the table with a dull thud.

His eyes went wide. I saw him swallow hard. He tried to look away—looking at the ceiling, looking at the students in the back, looking anywhere but at my exposed pussy.

But his eyes knew better; they would always find their way back. Like a magnet.

I reached down, letting my hand slide slowly up my inner thigh until my fingers disappeared under the hem of my skirt.

I kept my gaze on his face, a small smile tugging on my lips. I wanted to see every bit of his struggle.

Finally, my hand landed on the heat of my pussy.

Fuck. My clit throbbed.

My finger slid down my already wet slit, slowly moving to my mid-junction.

“Mmmnnn….” I let out a breathy, silent moan, arching my back and pushing my hips further.

I watched Kelvin. The more I watched him, the wetter I became, and the hotter the whole action became.

I tugged my lower lip between my teeth, eyes narrowed in pleasure; my fingers started circling my clit.

I was so sure he was seeing everything now. Fuck.. this was so fucking hot.

Kelvin’s face went from pale to a deep, angry red. I saw his hand gripping so hard on the arm of his chair.

I knew what effect this had on him. And I knew that he couldn’t stand up and stop me without the whole class looking up.

He couldn’t shout, even if he looked like he wanted to. The only option he had was to either look away, which was impossible, or to sit there and watch me touch myself while forty other students wrote their tests.

I leaned back, my eyes locked on his; I used one finger, pushing it slowly into my hole.

Ah… fuck. My lips parted in pleasure.

I pulled it out slowly, not losing his gaze. I put the finger in my mouth, giving myself one slow suck.

I saw that Adam’s apple in his throat dance.