Crime & Punishment
Copyright© 2024 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - A sociology professor at a well-respected New York City college becomes embroiled in a sordid trial and discovers bad luck firsthand. In a series of unfortunate events, things get worse, then better, then worse, then better, and, wait for it... then worse. Erotic, entertaining, and giving new meaning to the phrase, "the monster awakens."
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Teenagers Consensual Fiction Crime Horror School Exhibitionism Oral Sex Violence
In the months to come, Michelle visited nearly every week, and on the weeks that she couldn’t make it, I found myself longing.
The terrible part was that I knew she was going to be leaving soon, going back to school in Rhode Island, and that our visits would come to an end.
We would spend the vast majority of visits discussing sociology topics. Michelle would pick a topic, conduct some research during the week, and then during our visit, she would take a stance on an issue. I would probe her with questions, find faults in her position, and exploit them. Many a time, I would see the frustration of defeat arise within her, but as these discussions progressed, she would come better armed with research and documentation. It was most exhilarating to debate issues of social impact while four feet away, two people were discussing better ways to sneak drugs into the facility.
It was a hot day in August when she addressed her departure to the Ivy League school. Our visit was coming to an end, and we’d had a particularly good talk on the human condition of overcrowding in cities.
“I can’t believe the summer has flown by and that I start school up again in less than a week.”
There seemed to be a sparkle in her eyes, and I surmised that there was a special boy that would be waiting for her back at school. She was wearing a short skirt, and her tanned legs looked nice.
“Well, it’ll be good for you to get back to Brown, it’s a good school, and you need to be interacting with kids your age vs. old fogies like me,” I said, perhaps a little more briskly than I felt. I could see a small smile trying to form on her face, and I found it more than mildly annoying.
“I’m not going back to Brown. I just don’t think it’s a good fit for me,” and I cut her off with a sharp reply.
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