Quenched
An erotic short story
Nov 3 · 31 min read

“Lydia? I’ll need you to stay, please,” Professor Truitt called out. I was just exiting the middle row of desks in the huge lecture hall, hoping to escape without notice. “It’s about your paper.”
Our notoriously moody professor had a pointed look on his face — grumpy, yet arrogant. I froze and scowled at him, nearly trampled by the flow of students rushing off to their weekends. They…


