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Teacher's Pet
I must admit that my first semester as a college student was rather overwhelming and startling. During high school I had always been the type of person who conformed strictly to the “rules”. No smoking. No drinking. No drugs. No sex. Needless to say it was, primarily, an uneventful time in my life. So imagine my first few weeks of the college experience. More parties, alcohol, and girls than you could shake a stick at.
As a result I found myself drifting into the classic college first semester. By midterm I was in serious danger of sustaining a seriously sub-standard GPA.
I think my parents had realized what was going on. Over the next few weeks I received an endless barrage of comforting and supporting phone calls from my mother. Assuring me that they loved me no matter what.
Then my father called. He assured me that no matter what, if I didn’t at least have an “average” GPA, that I would be spending the following year perfecting my recitation of “Would you like fries with that?”
Locked in a daze, I let my parents’ words drift in one ear and out the other. I was having far too much fun to care.
In fact, the true weight of my situation didn’t hit home until a few weeks later. I found myself sitting in my apartment, alone, trying to figure out some method to my madness. I couldn’t believe how far I had drifted from the real me.
That weekend, I spent a lot of time on personal reflection and re-evaluating my behavior. For the first time since high school, I actually opened a book and worked on homework. I was drastically behind in my subjects and I was going to need a miracle to come out on top. But I had a new direction, and I was determined.
My first order of business was to speak to all of my instructors and to set up personal appointments to explain my situation and my intent. I wasn’t sure if it would make that much difference, but in the very least, it would make me feel better. And at this point, that was the most important thing to me.
By the end of the following week I had successfully met with all but one of my professors. I had saved her for last, because she would be the most difficult to speak with.
Dr. Ellis was extremely strict with her grading criteria, and from my observations, she was a real bitch. Most of my classmates speculated that she had been criticized during her own college days, when it was less accepted for women to obtain degrees, and that she took that out on her students. Missing most of her lectures, I hadn’t realized how interesting they could be. Her presentation of tendencies of the mind and psychological behavior were intriguing, if not alluring.
Slowly I walked up to her after class; waiting for the teacher’s pets to finish lavishing her with praises, before I introduced myself.
“Ah, yes. It is so nice that you finally decided to join the rest of us on these fine autumn mornings.” The criticism in her voice sent chills up my spine. I bit my tongue back and drudged on with my explanations.
“So, you have been wasting away your semester . . . your parents’ hard earned money, partying all night long, and now you wish for me to make it all better? Is that correct?” Again I resisted the urge to jump to my own defense. At this point, I didn’t want to piss off the only person who could possibly help me learn what I had missed.
“Dr. Ellis,” I started again. “I don’t think you understand. I don’t want any handouts. I don’t want any special favors. I’ve realized that I screwed up . . . badly. I just want a chance to gain something back from that mistake.”
I stood there, in front of her cynical gaze, for what seemed like hours, until she finally sighed heavily.
“Fine. I have to come in and work on some of my research this weekend anyway.” Reaching into her purse she pulled out a small slip of paper and a pen. “Here’s the address for my office. I haven’t yet received one of the “new” offices, so it might take you a few minutes to locate it. It’s slightly sheltered from the rest of the university.”
Having said that she loaded up her lecture materials and headed for the door. Stopping halfway, she turned slowly in my direction. “I hope you’re truly serious about your intentions. Because if you’re not, I guarantee that there will be a world of suffering in your future from me.”
Shocked by her threat, I stood there, stunned, as she walked away. I wasn’t quite sure of the implications of her threat. All I knew of were the sincerity of my own intentions.
I spent the first few hours of the following morning attempting to locate the building that her office was in. I spent another 30 minutes locating the actual office itself. Needless to say, the “older” building had been “updated” multiple times over the years, causing a labyrinth-like distribution of room numbers and hallways. I would have asked anyone there for directions; however, it appeared that nobody else was in the building.
Finally by chance I happened to overhear Dr. Ellis on the phone and followed the sound of her voice to a tucked-away corner of the building. Glancing in my direction as I stood in her doorway, she motioned for me to enter as she proceeded with a heated discussion with her phone.
I sat down across from her desk and she handed me a small stack of papers, stapled neatly together at the corner. “Read this” she silently mouthed to me before returning to her phone. I grinned slightly at the sight of the woman. She never relaxed. Here she was, spending a weekend doing research in her office, and she was dressed in a business skirt and jacket. The temperature outside, alone, was enough to force me into shorts and a tee. Her hair was held up tightly against her head, and a few random strands had slipped free, falling to her cheek-line. A light trickle of sweat had formed on her forehead and had started running down the side of her cheek.
Obviously she’d been on the phone for quite some time, and hadn’t cared enough about her appearance to fix it. It was slightly comforting to realize that she wasn’t perfect. And that she was willing to show it.
Returning my attention to the reason I was there, I absorbed myself in the psychology report she had handed me. The report, again, was a very interesting subject. It talked about the behavior of overly dependent people. Their need for support and nourishing commitment from someone they could trust. Then the report went on to detail those on the opposite side of the spectrum. Those who sought to dominate.
When I had finished the rather extensive report, I looked up and Dr. Ellis awaiting my attention. “So, what do you think?”
Nervously I gave my opinion of the essay and its findings. Silently, she listened to my words, gnawing on the earpiece of her thin-rimmed glasses. It was amazing how differently she looked without glasses. It was as if I was looking at a completely different person.
When I had finished my explanation, she responded “Well, those are some interesting insights . . .”
“Please, call me James.”
“ . . . James. Some very interesting insights.” Slowly she spun her chair around as she contemplated my thoughts. As her mind toiled, she reached up and unclasped her hair, letting it fall down to her shoulders. Gently she brushed her hair through it and shook her head slightly. Then she proceeded to strip away her suit jacket, fanning her face with the palm of her hand.
“You know, one of these days they’re going to respect me enough to give me some air conditioning.” She laughed. “Now, about your insights . . .”
Turning around, she began to expand upon my own statements. But I wasn’t listening. I was awestruck. The woman had transformed before my very eyes from a strict, all-work-and-no-play tight-ass into a soft, supple, gleam-in-her-eye temptress. And it wasn’t solely her appearance. It was the way she reclined in her chair, with her arms draped over her head. And the way she crossed her legs, pulling her skirt well up above her knee. And she obviously noticed my attention, because she blushed and replaced her glasses.
We spent the next few hours discussing the validity of the article’s claims, and delving further and further into the heart of the subject matter. In all honesty it was the most enjoyable time I’d spent since high school. Despite the numerous parties I’d been to over the first half of the semester, my heart was in school. The two of us sat there in her office, like old high school buddies, comparing our various theories, based on our own experiences.
Eventually this led into more personal chatting. She told me about her college career and the over-possessive husband that she had separated from. I told her about my high school days, and how I’d fallen into “the college trap”.
It was well past noon before we both realized that we’d spent the entire day chatting. Smiling sincerely, she told me that she would be looking forward to seeing me in class the following week. I expressed the same. Then as I was leaving, she shocked me once again. “Oh, by the way, since we’re on a first name basis, James, you may call me Diane.”
“Okay” I smiled, “then I guess I’ll catch you later, Diane.”
In retrospect, the next few weeks seemed more like a rollercoaster ride, than an actual memory. Diane and I spent many more weekends discussing psychological theories. And, as an added bonus, the renewed interest in school helped me forge forward in the rest of my classes as well. Things were looking great, as the final weeks of the fall semester came to an end.
The only wrench in my plans where my dreams. For the past few months I had occasionally awakened during dreams of Diane and myself. In bed. Together.
And it wasn’t that I minded the images. Diane truly was a magnificent woman, whom I had no trouble at all looking at. I just didn’t need any complications. Anymore complications, to be more specific.
As fate would have it, my psychology final ended up being the last one of the week. Confident of my grades, I was looking forward to the trip home, to visit the folks and friends. At least, that’s what I was thinking as I handed my final in to Diane, and turned to leave.
“James, could I speak to you for a second?”
Confused I slowly walked back to the desk at the front of the classroom.
“Is something wrong?”
“No. Nothing’s wrong. I would just like to see you in my office after the rest of the class finishes with the final. Meet me there in, say, thirty minutes.”
“Uh . . .okay.”
At this point I was extremely confused about what she would want to talk about, but I agreed to meet her anyway. Maybe she wanted to wish me a Merry Christmas. Then a thought struck me.
We had become friends throughout the semester. What if she expected us to exchange presents?
Filled with a sudden surge of adrenaline I dashed across campus towards a local Hallmark Store. I quickly bought a card and perused the aisles of an adjoining bookstore. By chance I happened upon Stephen King’s The Stand. I carefully considered the choice, but I was certain that Diane had mentioned the very same book during one of our brunches. She was into all of that suspenseful horror stuff.
Finishing my last minute shopping with a bright red gift bag, I quickly paid and checked my watch. Ten minutes and counting. Signing a personal message on the card, I raced back through campus towards her office.
Approaching her office, with a few minutes to spare, I wiped the sweat from my brow. The door was already open so I casually walked in. She must have stepped out for a drink or something because her office was completely vacant. Praising my luck, I sat down in a chair and calmed myself.
A few minutes later Diane walked in with a hairpin caught between her lips and half her shirt buttons removed. Her casual nature around me was such a far cry from my first impression that I chuckled quietly to myself.
“I’m glad that you stopped by James. I wanted to tell you that its been a pleasure of mine getting to know and teach you this semester and that, although I couldn’t rightfully give you an A, you did score well above average.” She tossed the hairpin aside as she paced around the room, packing everything up for the Christmas break.
“Yeah, I like you too.”
With a shocked look on her face, Diane slowly turned around and stared at me. Then I realized what I’d said. She probably thought I was making a come-on.
Striving to backpedal I stuttered a few incomprehensible words and handed her the gift. “Mewwy Chishmash” I slurred through stubborn lips. I felt like such a moron.
Turning around, she carefully opened the brown paper bag and withdrew the book. And then silence fell on the room. I couldn’t tell whether she was frowning and upset with my gift, or what. So I decided to break the silence.
“Diane?”
She shuddered ever so slightly as she broke away from whatever trance she had been caught in.
“Is everything okay?”
Then when she turned to face me I noticed the tear that was running down her cheek. “Yes, James, everything’s fine.” Wiping her face, she reached towards me and grabbed me in a deep hug. At first I didn’t know what to do. Obviously this wasn’t the reaction that I’d expected from giving her a book.
But soon I relaxed and returned the hug. He stood there for a few minutes as she wept onto my shoulder. Finally we broke the hug and she offered for me to sit back down, as she closed the door.
“So I take it you like the gift, then?” I smiled casually, attempting to lighten the mood a little.
“Oh, yes. You know that King is my favorite.” Smiling she ran her hand over the embossed cover. Then she looked up. “Oh James. But I haven’t gotten you anything. I didn’t know that . . .”
Have you ever had that feeling when you know that someone somewhere is laughing at you? Well, I have.
Quickly I tried to cover for her. “Diane, its okay. You don’t have to . . . .” I was cut short as she placed a finger against my lips. Confused, I looked up into her eyes.
“Well, actually there is something that I could give you. I’m just not sure if you’re ready for it.”
Still confused, my mind raced through numerous possibilities of what she could be talking of. In the end my best guess was a few of her psychology books. The funny thing is, I wasn’t even in the same ballpark. So I accepted.
“Sure. I’m ready. What is it?” With that I looked behind me, wondering which book I would be leaving with. Then I turned around. And found myself looking directly at her belt buckle. Looking up, I questioned her. “Diane? What are you . . . ?”
“Giving you your gift. Now quiet and be a nice little pupil, won’t you.” Placing her left heel on my chest she forced me back into the seat, and smiled down at me. Then she started removing the rest of her buttons. The act of placing her foot on my chest had forced her skirt to ride up her legs, leaving light shadows as her only nether concealment.
I was in complete shock. Here I was, my last final completed, and my most recent fantasies playing out before me. Reaching past her leg I started to unbuckle her belt, but she swatted my hand away.
“Ah ah ah. Not till teacher tells you.”
So I leaned back and enjoyed the show. Once she had removed the last button, she slowly parted the shirt to reveal the soft white lace bra beneath. The contrast between the lace and her darker skin was strikingly erotic. I could see her dark nipples peaking through the material, and I reached down and rubbed myself in response.
Noticing my reaction, she laughed softly. “Don’t get premature on me, little man. I’m not even close to being finished with you.”
Placing her hands at the side of her hips, she started to trace a path up her stomach, until she had reached her own breasts. Lightly she squeezed them through her bra and moaned softly. Then her hands proceeded to wander back down her tight, perfect tummy until they reached the edge of her skirt. Slowly she slid the material up her leg, as the shadows faded, revealing more of her with each inch.
Finally she had pulled the material all the way up to her waist, and I was treated to an unobstructed view of her crotch. Again, I found myself startled by what I saw. There were no panties.
Diane’s pussy was covered by a neatly trimmed triangle of bright blonde hairs. Again her hands moved downwards, stopping at tops of her legs. Gently she parted her lips, showing me what lay in wait for me.
“Go ahead, touch it.”
Slowly I reached forward, unsure if this was more of her game, until I had finally reached her parted lips. I placed the palm of my hand against her sex and she shivered a little.
“You’ve got cold hands!” Then I felt myself being forced back against the chair, with a wet patch on my right palm. “Could you feel how wet you’re making me?” Then she cupped one of her hands against her mound, rubbing her fingers in a circle against the warm, wet flesh. Her other hand found her breasts once again, and squeezed them more vigorously this time. Again she moaned.
At this point, my own breathing had become a little heated, as I watched this woman pleasing herself in front of me. And I could feel a tight strain as my dick ached against the crotch of my jeans. I needed release soon or I was going to go crazy.
Pleading to her, I looked up into a sinister grin that sent shivers up my spine and left goosebumps across my skin. Gently she reached down and put her hand on the back of my head and slowly moved her hips towards my face.
Hungry for satisfaction I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward towards her dripping cunt. I could smell the sweet aroma as I closed in towards her pussy, before I felt her fingers tighten against my hair. I tried to pull myself closer but her grip was too firm.
She then began to sway her hips in a very hypnotic gyration, closing within an inch of my mouth before pulling away. Swallowing deeply, I wet my tongue and stuck it out again. Still she taunted me. Bringing herself within millimeters of my tongue, I lapped noisily at the air.
Then she let go of my hair, and I lunged forward, driving my tongue deep inside her. The first taste of her wetness was only the beginning. Digging my fingers into her ass, I pulled her hips firmly against my neck and relentlessly drove my tongue between her lips, swallowing the juices that were flowing forth.
Eventually I lost my balance and fall back into the chair, so Diane simply mounted my face and proceeded to encourage me further. Her legs against the armrest, she started thrusting her pussy against my tongue, as I french kissed her loveliest secret. Then finally I was rewarded.
Arching her back, she grabbed huge handfuls of my hair and filled the office with her screams, as her juices flowed onto my tongue and filled my mouth. One final jerk coursed through her body as the orgasm left her and she climbed back off of the chair. Then she kneeled down in between my legs and began to unbutton my jeans. Slowly, prolonging the inevitable, she slid my pants down over my knees and dropped them to my ankles, looking into my eyes the whole time.
Wild with the passion that she had lit inside me, I licked my lips and enjoyed a second taste of her juices. It was obvious that I was extremely horny by the tent in my boxers and then I noticed a wet spot where my dick was in contact with the underwear.
Diane popped off the crotch button, finally releasing my cock, which, at this point, we both saw had a trickle of cum running down its vein. I was shocked that I hadn’t even noticed my own orgasm, but glad that it hadn’t diminished my want for this woman.
With a devilish grin, rivaling that of the most seductive women, she placed her tongue at the base of my dick, where the trail of cum ended. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but right there before my eyes, she ran her tongue up my entire length, capturing the trail of cum on her way. Once she had reached the top, her tongue quickly attacked my head, tracing tight circles against the sensitive flesh.
Leaning my head back, I grunted deeply as she sent warm tendrils of pleasure through my body. Then I felt her sweet lips wrapping around the base of my shaft, her wonderful tongue dancing along the entire length.
Soon she was bobbing her head up and down my shaft, her tongue teasing my balls on each pass. Needless to say, it didn’t take me long to reach another climax, this time well aware of my situation. I called out her name when I finally reached the point of no return and saw her withdraw her lips just in time to catch a violent stream of cream as it shot forth.
What little cum didn’t make it into her mouth was soon swallowed up by her hungry tongue and fingers. Finally, once she had finished drawing every last drop out of my dick, she rose to her feet and leaped onto my lap. I reached beneath her and held her in my arms, as she rested her head on my shoulder and fell asleep with a deep sigh.
In retrospect, I guess there are easier ways to earn an A. But none quite as satisfying. Supposedly its against the rules for teachers and students to fraternize, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them.
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