The student stood there, eyes widening as he saw Professor Kane’s hand under my skirt and the way Jessica was breathing heavily. “Uh… I’ll just… come back later,” he mumbled, but he didn’t move right away. His notebook was on the desk near the front, but he seemed frozen, taking in the whole scene.
Professor Kane pulled his hand away slowly from under my skirt. Jessica quickly buttoned her shirt, her face pale. I sat there, heart pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it. The air in the classroom felt thick and heavy.
The student finally snapped out of it. He grabbed his notebook fast, eyes darting between the three of us. “Sorry, Professor. I didn’t mean to… yeah, I’m going.” He backed out of the room without another word, the door clicking shut behind him.
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