Chapter 1

My name was Keith Harrison. I was a college senior on the verge of graduation, but my grades were a total disaster, and my thesis was an absolute mess.

I was losing sleep wondering how I'd ever get my diploma until the day my advisor, Vivian Kyle, called me into her office for a private meeting.

Vivian was twenty-nine years old and the undisputed dream girl of the entire department.

She had an exquisitely beautiful face and a body that was absolutely lethal.

Usually, she wore professional suits in class, and God only knew how many guys hid in their dorm rooms jerking off to her photos after hours.

Now, Vivian sat behind her desk in a white blouse with the top two buttons undone, giving me a glimpse of her deep cleavage.

She offered a small smile and looked at me with a gentle voice. "Keith, are you free this weekend? Come over to my place and help me with something."

"Sure," I agreed instantly without a hint of hesitation. There was no way I was passing up a chance to be alone with Professor Kyle.

On Saturday afternoon, I arrived at a high-end apartment building following the address she gave me.

I rang the bell and the door opened almost immediately.

Vivian stood there in an incredibly thin white nightgown. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Her full breasts were pushed high, and her nipples poked sharply against the fabric, trembling slightly with every movement.

The dress clung to the curves of her waist and hips, revealing her long, slender legs. I froze on the spot.

My cock reacted instantly, swelling inside my pants.

Vivian saw me staring and let out a soft laugh. "Keith, don't just stand there. Come on in."

She turned and led me into the living room.

The air was filled with the faint, intoxicating scent of a woman's body. I followed behind her with my eyes locked onto her round, pert ass.

Vivian took me to a storage room and pointed to a ladder in the corner.

"I asked you here because I need help moving this ladder to the bathroom. The light in there is broken and needs to be fixed."

"Of course, Professor." I stepped forward and easily hoisted the ladder onto my shoulder.

"Just follow me," she said, turning to lead the way.

I followed right behind her, unable to take my eyes off her body.

As she climbed the stairs, the hem of her nightgown kept sliding upward, offering glimpses of the crease of her buttocks. My heart started racing.

When we reached the bathroom, I set the ladder down directly under the light fixture.

Just as I prepared to climb up, Vivian reached out and stopped me.

"Wait, this light is a custom model, and it's tricky. You won't know how to handle it, so I'll do it. Just hold the ladder steady for me from below."

I nodded and gripped both sides of the ladder. Vivian lifted a long leg, stepped onto the rungs, and began to climb.

As I looked up, the blood rushed to my head so fast I felt dizzy.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

Her pink, plump, hairless pussy was completely exposed to my eyes. The soft labia were pressed together, their color as delicate as a fresh rose petal.

The slit between them was already glistening with a faint sheen of moisture. With every movement of her body, that tempting honey pot seemed to pulse.

My throat went dry, and I swallowed hard. My cock was fully erect now, straining against my fly like a tent pole and aching from the pressure.

I stared at her most private parts, my breathing growing heavy as my mind was filled with images of burying my face between her legs and licking her wildly.

Vivian was focused on the light and didn't seem to notice I was voyeuring under her skirt.

But every time she shifted, that wet, pink mound came a little closer to my face, and the scent of her musk filled my nose.

My sanity collapsed completely.

My hand rose uncontrollably, trembling as it reached slowly into the darkness of Vivian's nightgown.