Ravar’s heart froze in his chest. He settled for perching one hip on the desk edge, right thigh crossed over left, called for his visitor to enter. As an afterthought he cast his gaze about for his cigarettes, found them.
Something tightened about his crotch, making him gasp, shaft throbbing as blood rushed, beating a pulse in his ears.
The door on the far wall opened, a plump female face showing in the gap, one ginger curl falling free.
“Professor Ravar? Are you busy?”
Busier than you can know, girl… he thought.
He waved her in. Sasha Corvousier came in, masses of ginger hair following after her, shimmying a body used to richer food than his. Her twin, Frederick Corvousier, trailed behind.
“Just finished off some pages for the Printing Guild.” he said, smiled. About 20 odd, they both had sincere and wide freckled faces, “What do you need?”
“We were wondering if you could shed some light on a quote?” she ventured.
He frowned slightly; his arousal was growing, cock pulsing steadily with his heartbeat, trousers a confining prison.
“Which one?”
“The quote you said would be on the exam? About more things in…uh…philosophy.” Read more…