Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Nowhere To Hide by Br0kenD0ll Nowhere To Hide Ch. 01 Carol gets caught, creating a mystery for her teacher. Someone was moaning in Dr. Miller's classroom. He heard the sounds of lust echoing only a moment before he turned the door handle. It was faint but, he was sure; someone was having sex in there. He should be angry, but instead he just smiled, and considered coming back in ten minutes. He'd been young once after all, and there wasn't any harm in letting the lovebirds finish whatever it is they were up to. It would be much easier that way too. His students could be so sensitive. Millennials were... wait he thought, were they even millennials anymore or were they all just zoomers now? Either way - if they knew someone had caught them in the act, they might never recover from the shock. He'd gotten into his fair share of trouble in college of course, though he thought somewhat jealousy that he'd never gotten laid in a classroom. Regardless, it wouldn't do anyone any harm - his first class wasn't for another half hour. Even if that was the right thing to do though, he stopped as he turned around to leave. He couldn't let this opportunity slide completely. It was too tempting. He leaned over to peer through the window for a quick peek. He might be a good man after all, but he was still a man, and the voice on the other side of his classroom sounded remarkably sexy. In his mind he'd had a short list of students that it might be, or rather, that he hoped it might be. Melody came to mind first, with her tight sweaters and teasing smiles - she seemed like the type that wanted a fling with a professor or two, but even at his age he could tell that girl was trouble. After that Tanya and Nina were tied for second place, if for no other reason that he'd love to see just how big the tits that they always hid under those baggy sweatshirts really were. At his age he supposed he should be grateful for a voyeuristic moment with any of the beautiful 20 somethings that frequented his art history class for the easy A, but he wasn't ashamed to have his favorites. Nothing could have prepared him for who it actually was though. Sitting there on a desk in the front row with her legs spread while she fingered her pussy was Carol Liebe. That blew his mind. If he'd made a list of every single girl that might be in his classroom getting railed by someone, Carol would have been at the very bottom. He'd expected one of the pretty popular girls to be fucking one of their boyfriends in his classroom before school because his art history class was the last room at the end of the farthest hall. What he didn't expect was his most devoted student to be masturbating like she was trying to get caught. She wasn't just being lewd - she was putting herself on display. That changed everything. Suddenly his thoughts were overwhelmed by that idea. She wanted to be caught, and he was the only one who might catch her... so that meant she wanted him to find her, right? As he reached for the handle, he tried to tell himself that he was doing the right thing, because this girl clearly needed him to let her down easy from her perverse crush, and definitely not because his cock was suddenly throbbing in his pants. He didn't turn the knob yet though. He just stood there watching, because moments before he stepped inside to confront her, he noticed a little detail: her phone was propped up on another desk and she was recording herself. That meant she wasn't trying to get his attention - she was doing this for someone else. Who that someone else was he couldn't say - it could have been anything from her boyfriend to her only fans. He wondered what game she was playing, but even that train of thought took second place to what he was seeing. Carol was a slight dark haired girl with heavy rimmed glasses. Normally she was quiet, polite, and only spoke when he called on her, forcing her to answer a question. Right now, she had her black skirt pulled up to her waist. It and her dark blouse provided the maximum possible contrast to her pale thighs that were spread almost as wide as they would go. That framing not only gave him a perfectly unobstructed view of her neatly trimmed pussy and her pink pouty sex, but it also reminded him of a chiaroscuro shaded image. It was a look of perfect shameful ecstasy done in nearly black and white to make it as powerful as possible. The artistic perspective was his first impression, as it almost always was, but as Carol's moans got louder and her fingers began to move faster his mind drifted away from her beauty to the raw sexuality of the moment. There she was a twenty-year-old girl, panting and moaning into a camera as she got closer and closer to her own orgasm. It was the most erotic thing he'd seen in years. "MMMmmmark..." she moaned. Dr. Miller couldn't quite make out if that was a name or just a noise though. "Look at me..." She panted, "watch - I'm... I'm... cummminnnggg...." He actually stopped watching for half a second in the lead up to her orgasm just to make sure no one else was close by. At her crescendo she'd gotten loud enough to echo slightly down the linoleum hallway, but once he made sure he turned back just to see his student in the throes of orgasm as her muscles when rigid and her toes pointed while she was lost in ecstasy. Dr. Miller stood there, leaning on the door as he watched one of his favorite pupil's quiver and quake in front of him. He'd never wanted to fuck anyone more, but more than that, he wished that this had happened in the art room one evening instead. He would have loved to try to capture the raw expression of lust and vulnerability on her face right now. Moments later it was gone, as she slumped into exhaustion, fading into a beautiful memory. Carol lowered her skirt almost immediately after her orgasm ended, and at the same time she lowered her head, covering her face with her long hair while she dealt with whatever expressions were warring inside her. That was the moment that Dr. Miller picked to finally make his presence known. He jingled his keys after he pulled his face away from the window to act like he was fumbling with them, and then five seconds later he opened the door. That should give her all the time in the world to cover up and act normal, he decided, but when he opened the door, she was right there rushing for the exit. "Oh, good morning, Carol, what are you doing--" he asked, feigning ignorance, but she practically mowed him down in her bid to escape. He didn't even try to press the issue as he watched her retreat down the hall. She was incredibly shy on the best of days, and her little rabbit heart was probably beating out of her chest right now. After he walked in, he set down his bag on his desk and looked around the room. Carol had collected her phone, and at first glance the only evidence that he hadn't hallucinated the whole thing was the whiff of musk that still lingered in the room. When he sat down, he noticed one other detail was amiss though. Dr. Miller quickly stood up and walked to the front row, picking up a pair of white cotton panties that must have belonged to his student. He wondered why she would leave something like that behind, and quickly decided the most obvious answer was the most likely. She'd stuffed them in a pocket or in her bag since she didn't have time to put them on, and they'd slipped out in her hurry to leave. He sniffed them briefly before he slipped them into his pocket and could smell the lust radiating off of them. She might be quiet in class, but whoever she was spending her nights with must be seeing an entirely different side of her than he was. He spent the next ten minutes switching back and forth between thinking about just how sexy his student was and worrying that she might have gotten herself in over her head. The community college they were at was too small for fraternities and sororities, but every year students joined informal groups that had strange initiation rituals if the rumors were to be believed. Carol was the last person he would have picked to get involved in kinky sex games but after what he'd seen this morning, he could no longer be sure. Ten minutes before class a couple other students had filed in and were sitting there staring at their smartphones like always when Carol came back in. She was trying to be nonchalant, but he could tell she was looking for something, and it wasn't hard to guess what that was. When she didn't find it, she looked around a second time, and then a third. She wasn't really looking at that point though. From the glances she kept giving in his direction she was clearly working up the nerve to ask him if he'd seen them, but just as she stood up from her desk and started walking towards him, he addressed the class, "Alright everyone, let's get started. Take your seats." Carol stood there for a few seconds like a deer in the headlights before retreating to the back row of the class and sitting down, it was very unusual behavior for her, which only made Dr. Miller surer that right now she was running around without anything underneath that skirt. She sat there, quiet as always, looking at her notebook the whole time, except when he called on her during a discussion of Gabrielle d'EstrÃ(C)es and One of Her Sisters. It was a famous painting of two women naked from the waist up, staring at the viewer while one held the nipple of the other in a provocative way. It wasn't something he'd planned on discussing for a few more weeks in his lesson plan, but after the events of the morning he'd decided it was the perfect painting to put her on the spot and moved it up on the agenda. He couldn't exactly come out and ask her what this morning had been about unless she brought it up, but maybe her reaction would give him a little more insight into what was going on with her right now. Dr. Miller asked around the class and got most of the right answers he was looking for. That it was painted for King Henry IV of France. That it was from the 16th century. That it featured a mistress of the king and her sister, but that wasn't what he was after today. "Carol," he said, unexpectedly, making her perk up as she was suddenly the center of attention. "What does this painting say to you? Is it about royal incest? Does it celebrate a threesome the king might have had? Is it the early queer triumph we've all read about in the textbook?" "How should I know?" Carol asked defensively, her legs crossed tightly in an attempt to keep the secret of her missing panties. "How should any of us know?" he shot back smoothly. It was a line he had to use often in this class with an especially truculent student. "These people are all five centuries dead. No one will ever truly know. I want to know what you think, and what it makes you feel." "What if s-she just liked to be watched?" Carol guessed tellingly, hoping that would be enough. "And how does it make you feel?" Dr. Miller asked. For a moment Carol looked at him with pleading eyes. Her look made him feel like she was begging him not to make her answer, while he just waited silently, and he was really curious what she wanted to say, or if she would say it if he waited long enough. Unfortunately, just as she finally opened her mouth to speak, one of the guys in his class shouted out "I think it makes her feel cold. I mean seriously - look at those nipples. They could cut glass!" Everyone laughed at that and suddenly the moment was over. The rest of class went on as normal and Carol managed to escape with her dignity intact. Once class was over and almost everyone had left the room, she finally worked up the courage to approach his desk while he pretended to grade papers and review notes. "Ummmm, Dr. Miller... d-did you see anything on the floor this morning before class?" "Anything?" He looked up, "Did you lose something?" "I just..." she mumbled as she stared at the floor, "I think I might have dropped something, and I was hoping maybe you..." "What was it, Carol?" he toyed with her. "I can't help you unless you're specific." "I-I think I might h-have... dropped my ummmm..." She was stammering so hard that Dr. Miller worried she might faint before she managed to get it out. "My panties." "That's a strange thing to lose," he said, trying to stay calm and soothing. "Why would you think I'd have them?" "I just... If you don't have them then I need to go... I--" She turned to leave, flushing in embarrassment, but Dr. Miller opened his drawer and pulled them out, setting them down where she could see them, but well out of her reach. "They're right here," Dr. Miller said coolly, "but I'm afraid I can't give them back to you without some kind of explanation." "I just... I had to do something, and..." She swallowed hard. "Look. It's fine. It's over now and I promise I'll never do it again. Now can I please have them back?" "I'm afraid not. You're normally a good student and now you're acting very strangely..." he looked at her sympathetically. "I think that perhaps it would be better if you went to a counselor and explained--" "No, please, anything but that," she whispered, practically begging. "I'd rather talk to you, but it's embarrassing, and people might hear..." "Alright then you can come to my office, and we can discuss this there. I have some time at seven." he said, trying to be sympathetic even as she continued to pique his curiosity. "So you want me to go around without them all day?" Carol asked, obviously horrified by that answer. "We both know if I give them to you now, you won't be coming to my office, right?" he asked as he slid the cloth back into his desk drawer. "But--" Carol started to argue but froze solid as soon as Dr. Miller looked over the rim of his thin metal glasses, fixing her in place with an especially severe stare. "If you don't like the idea of going without panties then maybe next time you come into my classroom you shouldn't slip them off and leave them on the floor, is that understood young lady?" This time his tone was severe. Sympathy only made her want to argue, but the cold tone of authority made her obey almost immediately. "Y-yes sir," She blushed a deeper shade of crimson before grabbing her book bag and beating a quick retreat. Dr. Miller smiled as he saw her practically run away from him. This wasn't what he'd expected at all - she was acting for all the world like she didn't want to get caught, but she'd put herself in a situation where it was practically inevitable. He hadn't had a student come to him with the idea that they were willing to do anything to get an A in years now. He smiled. He'd let a particularly attractive student earn her A the hard way on more than one occasion, and those occasions were some of his fondest memories, but they had felt very different than this. It was a puzzle, for sure, and he honestly wasn't sure what to do. The rest of the day passed in a fog of distraction, and around lunch time it got so bad that he almost locked himself in his office and jerked off to the memory of his student teasing her clit this morning, but he resisted. It wasn't that it was inappropriate or anything, even though it was. It was that he wanted all of the tension for their conversation in a few hours. He was certain she'd been fixated all day, and more than likely incredibly horny because of whatever she was up to. If that was how she wanted things to go, then he had no choice but to dance to the same tune. It would have been somehow inauthentic, he decided, not to approach her on a level playing field in that regard. Still, he walked with an extra spring in his step and a song in his heart until finally he heard the timid knock at his door that he'd been expecting. "Come in," he said without looking up. He paused for a long moment before adding, "Shut the door and have a seat." Only when she was seated did Dr. Miller look up.