With his hot professor standing over him and the hotness of his most recent swaps still fresh in his mind (and still tenting the front of his jeans), David couldn't help himself from doing anything but swapping her. The sight of that masculine bulge in that girl's jeans was just so arousing for some reason, and although she had departed with her emasculated boyfriend, he couldn't seem to get it out of his head. Was it some new kink of his that he'd discovered? He didn't know and he didn't particularly care. What he did know was that he wanted to give Chelsea one of her own.
"Anyway, how is everything going?" Chelsea asked, blissfully unaware of the kinky thoughts running through her student's head.
"Oh, everything is going great," David answered as his eyes darting around, seeking out a suitable 'donor' for his psychology professor. After a bit more searching, his gaze fell upon an athletic looking Latino student walking past with his food tray. He had a lean build, standing 5'11" tall, and looked like he might have been a swimmer. Satisfied with this selection, David focused on making the swap.
"That good to hear," Chelsea was in the middle of saying as something began stirring in her panties. David felt his dick throb as he watched a tent form in the grey skirt of her suit due to the new addition appearing between her legs and starting to get hard.
"I take it your classes are going we-" She cut herself off as she felt her penis hardening in her underwear seemingly out of nowhere. "Excuse me," she said, suddenly feeling a little flustered, and a bit horny. She felt her mind wander a bit, looking her student over, and she felt her cock throb. He was pretty good looking, wasn't he? And his somewhat awkward demeanor was kind of charming.
"Everything okay professor?" David asked, playing innocent.
"Hm? Oh, yes, everything's fine," she answered, snapping back to the moment. "Guess I'm the one drifting off now," she laughed a bit nervously. Was she really fantasizing about her student.
"Yeah, ha ha," David laughed, eyes looking down to the growing tent caused by Chelsea's new 7-inch cock and then back. It looked very hot.
"Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Classes going okay?"
"Yeah," David nodded. "All good."
"Great," said Chelsea. "I appreciate a hard working guy."
"Well thanks," David said, wondering again if Chelsea was hitting on him, which would honestly be kinda hot if it were the case.
"Of course," Chelsea smiled. "Well I'd best go grab my lunch so I have time to eat before my last couple of classes this afternoon."
"Alright, sure."
"But I'll be in for office hours later, around 4 PM," Chelsea continued. "Fee free to drop by if you need any help with the material or if you just want to continue our chat," she added with a wink, patting him on the shoulder with a manicured hand.
Okay, she was definitely flirting, David thought, feeling his cock throb as he watched Chelsea click off in her heels, a tent still showing in her skirt. "Wow, that was hot," he said aloud once she was out of earshot, finally rubbing his dick through his jeans. He was very tempted to drop by Professor Yamamoto's office hours later just to see what would happen.
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