“What are you doing?” I mutter as I feel his hands sliding up my thighs.
His fingers had reached the hem of my skirt and was inching it upward, revealing more and more of my pale, white thighs. I didn’t know what to do. He was my teacher, and here I was in his office allowing him to… what? What was he hoping to do?
“I told you it’s time for you to take a more active role in this class.” More