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Private LessonsPrivate Lessons Adrienne groaned in frustration. The professor walked through the classroom passing out the rest of the tests. The big, red, 52/100 mark glared up at her from the paper on the desk. Another F. With only two more weeks until finals, there was no way that Adrienne would be ready to pass the big exam in her grammar class. Maybe she should just drop it and switch her major, that way she wouldn’t have to take this stupid class. But she wanted to be a journalist so badly. Why did the school have to require so many stupid classes?She flipped the first page of the test over, scanning over her many errors. Who cared what the predicate nominative was, anyways? Certainly someone could read a newspaper article and learn something new without the reporter knowing which word was the object of the preposition. Apparently the University didn’t see it like that, though, and if Adrienne didn’t make it through this class with a C or higher she wouldn’t be graduating for an extra year. She felt like ripping the test up, and thought she might just do that as soon as class was over. She flipped to the third page and sighed. At the bottom was a scribbled from her teacher. “See me after class,” it said. Professor Johnson wasn’t exactly a favorite teacher among the students. He didn’t have any special tricks to make going to class fun, and this was defiantly the least fun you could have in class, even counting math. Ogling him was the only reason half of the women, and a few of the men, attended class. Adam Johnson was, for lack of words, hot. His long dark hair was always pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head, and Adrienne had heard girls whispering about what it must feel like to run their hands through it. His face was large, with chiseled features, a handsome nose and perfect red mouth. When he talked it was impossible not to look at those lips moving. His shoulders were large. It was hard to make out his chest from underneath his cotton shirts, but the snug fitting pants the shirts tucked in to left a good impression of a small waist, tight buttocks, and muscular legs. After an interminable lecture on the use and placement of gerunds, during which Adrienne amused herself by watching his lips move seductively, Professor Johnson excused the class and began to gather the papers at his desk. Adrienne put her books inside her backpack, along with the despised test, and walked up to the front of the room. “Ah-hem,” she said, standing behind the teacher. “Ah, Miss Courtalaine,” Professor Johnson smiled warmly while his eyes roamed up and down Adrienne’s body. “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been doing very well on your tests. They aren’t very important in the long run, not worth much of the grade, and I’ll be dropping the lowest score. I was thinking maybe you could benefit from some extra study time.” Adrienne flushed, color rushing to her cheeks as she furiously blinked back her embarrassment. “It’s not that I don’t study, sir,” she said curtly, “Sometimes I just find it so hard to understand what the book is talking about. I don’t know the difference between subordinating conjunctions and correlative conjunctions. I think that if I could just sit down with someone and have that person explain the concepts to me, then I could at least pass the tests. But just reading about it isn’t doing enough.” “Well,” said the professor, “Maybe we could work something out. There are tutors available between noon and two o’clock on Thursdays, do you think going over to them might help?” “I have class,” she muttered. “Plus I’m afraid that two sessions aren’t going to help me too much.” “Hmm…that does make it a little more difficult…Well, Miss Courtalaine, maybe we could work something out. Are you free after four o’clock?” “My last class ends at three thirty.” “My office hours end at three forty-five, but I could open my services up to you after that, before my five o’clock class, to help you study, if you would like.” Adrienne’s eyes lit up. Spend time alone with this professor? She would love to! “That would be wonderful, sir!” she exclaimed. “Thank you so much!” After flashing him a beaming smile, Adrienne turned and walked out of the classroom as though floating on a cloud. This was going to be great!! ** “Alone with Adam Johnson? Just the two of you? Oh my god Adrienne you are so lucky!” Adrienne’s friend Carly jumped up and down in her seat with excitement. “Do you think you two will get it on?” Adrienne gave Carly a friendly shove from across the table. The dim bar was filling up rapidly. The club was the closest bar to the university and it was busy, even for a Saturday night. Groups of students sat around tables laughing with each other as one person or another told drunken jokes about blondes walking in to bars with hilarious consequences. Music blared over the shouting throng of students, and through all of this Adrienne and Carly strained to hear each other from the opposite sides of a table. “How can you say such a thing?” she asked. “We’re going to be talking about, uhgh, grammar. Can you think of anything that’s less of a turn on?” “You’re going to be alone in that man’s office and thinking about grammar? Puh-leeze, you’re only human! I bet verbs are the furthest thing from your mind.” Carly gave a tipsy hiccup. The two girls giggled. “We’re going to start meeting Monday,” Adrienne took another long drink of her long island iced tea. “I feel like I’m going on a first date. Do you think I should dress up to meet the professor?” “Oh my god, yes! You should wear that black dress you bought last weekend.” The dress in question was a tiny, flimsy bit of fabric hanging off of two spaghetti strings. There was such little fabric to it that it could hardly be called a dress. When Adrienne had tried it on, she’d had to pull it down to keep her thighs modestly covered, and had purchased it exclusively for parties. “I couldn’t wear that, it’s practically lingerie, for god’s sake!” Adrienne shook her head uncertainly and watched the ice clink around in her glass. “Honey, I’m serious. You should really give this guy a go. When else will you have a chance to show off to a man this hot?” Carly rolled her eyes back. “He is drop-dead sexy. He teases us all day, for gods sake, why don’t you give him a little of his own medicine?” “But he’s the teacher! I doubt he’s driving us crazy on purpose. And what do you think he would think of me showing up in more leg than skirt? He’d probably tell me to go home and get dressed.” “Not if he’s human, girl. I think it’s more likely he’ll invite you over to his place to get undressed.” “I don’t want to seduce him, I just want to pass the class.” Adrienne propped her chin in her hand, elbow resting on the table. “Of course, nothing says I can’t get learn in that black dress.” “My opinion is ‘Go For It Girlfriend,’ do what that lust of yours tells you to do! I promise you, nothing bad could possibly come of it!” “Maybe he’d ask me out,” mused Adrienne. “Maybe he’d fuck you!” laughed Carly. “Maybe he’d bend you over that big desk of his and fuck your brains out, so that you couldn’t study no matter how hard you tried!” “I bet that would be some wild ride,” giggled Adrienne, rolling her eyes. “I can just imagine him pounding in to me, chanting ‘A transitive verb is an action verb, it requires a direct object to complete it’s meaning into the sentence.’” Carly burst in to fits of laughter. “Honesty, Adrienne, if you can joke like that how could you have failed another one of the tests? Are there any opportunities for make-ups?” “No, but maybe there’s some extra-credit I could do,” Adrienne joined in her friends laughter. “So are you going to do it? Are you going to wear that dress?” “I don’t know, I really don’t know if I should…I want to, I really, really want to…maybe a couple more drinks will help me figure it out.” Carly squealed in delight as someone placed their hands over her eyes and whispered/shouted “Guess who” in her ear. Josh Kilgore slid into the booth next to Carly. “What’re you two k**s up to tonight?” he asked. “Not much,” answered Adrienne. “Just having a good time.” “Well, better now, I hope, since I’ve arrived.” Josh smiled at Carly, who threw her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on the side of his mouth. “Everything is better with you around, sexy,” shouted Carly. “Come on, let’s dance.” Josh stood up and pulled Carly out of the seat behind him, they left Adrienne at the table as they made their way through the crowd to the busy dance floor. Adrienne stared in to her cup. Alone with Professor Johnson. This could be a lot of fun. Maybe she would wear the black nothing of a dress, just to see how he’d react. Nothing ventured, nothing gained…right? Yes, she decided as she downed the last of her drink, it would definatly be something to think about. ** All day Monday Adrienne was full of nerves. Butterflies seemed to have taken flight in her stomach, popping up to the back of her throat every now and then to remind her to tug down her skirt, or cross her legs higher so that fellow students wouldn’t be getting a peek at her lacey panties. It seemed like forever before her last class ended, and she made her way across the campus to Adam Johnson’s office. Adrienne peeked cautiously through the door. The room was dark. Shades were drawn over the windows, dimming the room in to a pleasant dusk. A large wooden desk stood near one wall with a computer sitting on top of it. Papers were strewn everywhere, in piles, in folders, in wire baskets. There were two chairs sitting against the wall opposite the desk, and a large gray metal filing cabinet stood in the corner. Professor Johnson was there, leafing through some papers, one of the cabinet drawers standing open. His eyes shot over to the doorway and took a double take when he saw her there in the revealing dress. Cleavage seemed to be pouring out the top of the scooped neckline, the clingy fabric leaving no part of her body to the imagination. Legs bare, her creamy skin was a pale contrast to the dark black of the dress and black straps of her high heeled sandals. “Miss Courtalaine,” he said. “Please, come in. I thought we could work on the first section of the book today.” Adrienne walked slowly in to the room. She shot the professor a warm smile, one that she hoped he would take as being slightly more than friendly. Walking over to him, she placed her hand on his desk. “This is a nice piece,” she said, referring to the furniture. “Thank you. I bought it at a flea market a while back. I’m glad you like it.” Adam took a couple steps closer to her. “Won’t you have a seat?” he motioned to one of the chairs. “Let me find my book–” He looked around spending more time looking at her legs than the top of the desk, Adrienne thought. Finally his hand found the book and he smiled. “Ah, here it is.” Adrienne sat down in one of the wooden chairs. She crossed her legs and let her skirt shimmy up her leg, exposing a great deal of her soft thigh. The professor sat down in the chair next to her, and held out the book. She didn’t look at it, but looked instead at his bare arm. She liked the dark hairs, and the way the deep brown freckles looked on his tanned skin. Looking at his face, she smiled at him again, and he smiled back. His smile was slightly to the side, almost like a smirk, and it caused Adrienne’s smile to falter for a moment. Was he smirking at her? He broke the silence. “Verbs,” he said. He glanced around the room, his eyes settling on her legs, then looked up sharply, waking from his daydream. “Verbs are very important…” Adrienne stopped listening to gümüşhane escort him but instead watched his face. It was much like when they were in class, but she had never seen him up this close before. It was almost as if they were sharing a seat together, with no space between them. His chair was pushed close to hers, so that she could see the book he was. He continued his lesson but it all sounded like gibberish to her, gibberish from the most sensuous mouth she had ever seen. She watched his lips move, his tongue moving inside his mouth, the tips of his white teeth poking through. She realized that he had stopped talking. Had it really been that long? “It looks like it’s about time for me to get going,” He said, glanced at his watch. “I’m sorry we didn’t have more time, but, I have to get to my five o’clock class.” Adrienne snapped out of her trance and reached for her bag. A pencil slipped off the book in her lap, landing on the floor next to her foot. “Allow me,” said the teacher, kneeling down. As he reached for the pencil his arm lightly brushed against Adrienne’s bare leg. She shivered, a jolt of electricity shooting up her back. “Here you are,” he said, holding up the pencil. His eyes followed the bare leg, crossed inches in front of his face, up to the short skirt. He could see her black panties peeking from underneath. Adrienne took the pencil, standing up quickly. “Thank you, sir. It has been very informative. Shall we say, same time tomorrow?” “I think that that would be an excellent idea, Miss Courtalaine.” “Please,” she said, slipping the pencil behind her ear, “Call me Adrienne.” “Very well, Adrienne. I will see you in class tomorrow.” ** Adrienne tapped her pencil on her desk impatiently. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t concentrate on the book in front of her. Every time she looked back at the page, all she could see was Professor Johnson’s hand brushing up against her leg. Obviously he hadn’t meant to…had he? She groaned in frustration, threw down her pencil and got out of the chair. She began to pace her small room, hands clutched in front of her body. Why couldn’t she get this man out of her mind?? It was dark out, nearly midnight, Adrienne had changed in to her nightgown long before. It was white, cotton, about knee length and sleeveless. She looked down at her body, giving it a once over. Yep, everything still there, arms, legs, breasts. She felt ridiculous. He couldn’t be attracted to her, could he? Not seriously. She stared at her face in the mirror, nitpicking every small detail about her soft features. He was her teacher, she was his student, that sort of thing might happen in stories but not in real life. She sighed, smoothing out the skirt of her nightgown. Who knew what any man was thinking, let alone this drop dead gorgeous, handsome, sexy, smart, sexy, kind, sexy, but most of all sexy teacher? Maybe a nice, long, hot bath would help her think things through clearly. She could use some of those aromatherapy oils she’d been saving for just a day such as this. Adrienne walked down the hallway to the bathroom, her towel and a book in her arms. Just the thought of the bath was already relaxing her. The hallway was dark; her roommates were probably already asleep. She opened the door to the bathroom slowly, the hinges creaking, and stepped barefoot on to the cold tile floor. It was smooth, but freezing. Adrienne walked on tiptoes to the toilet, where she set her towel on the closed lid, and knelt down next to the tub. She turned the water on and cringed at the gushing noise it made, breaking the otherwise peaceful silence of the house. With her hand, Adrienne checked the temperature of the water before plugging the drain, and then watched impatiently as the water flowed into the tub. When it had filled a couple of inches of the tub, she stripped off the nightgown and tossed it in to the corner. She couldn’t help taking a small peek in the full-length mirror, turning slightly to see her profile. Not bad, she thought. Her butt didn’t stick out, just gave a hint of roundness. Small but supple breasts jutted proudly from the top of her chest. Her legs tapered nicely to shapely feet. Her eyes wandered up to her pubic hair and she noted that it was just about time for another trim. Oh well, she could take care of that in the morning. She flipped her hair back with her hands, twisting it in to a quick, thick braid, which she wrapped in to a bun. She tied the bun in place with a scrunchie. That would keep it out of her way while she was bathing. With a flip of a switch the ceiling fan came on, adding it’s gentle humming to the noise pollution in the bathroom, and Adrienne stepped in to the tub. First one foot and then the other, Adrienne lowered herself cautiously in to the steaming hot water. After an initial stinging of the heat, it felt great surrounding her skin. The water opened up the pores and soaked all the places on her body that stress had tensed up today, first while in classes watching all the male students gawk at her from their seats, then when she met with Adam Johnson later that afternoon. She rested her head on the edge of the tub and sighed heavily as the water covered her chest. Her legs relaxed to the sides, resting on the tub. With one foot she turned off the flow, and with one hand she grabbed her novel, an old erotic favorite that was perfect for a late night bath. She opened up to her favorite part on page 63 and began reading about Regan’s romp with the office janitor and started to stroke her pubic hair. With her long index finger she wrapped the hair into curls, stroking it, swishing it around in the water. Her fingers started to move slowly from the hair to her inner thighs, rubbing against the smooth skin, lightly brushing her nether lips opening them in the water. The silky skin of her labia floated softly, letting water rush in to each tiny fold of the skin, tickling her insides. The water rippled over the tips of her nipples, leaving them wet and becoming erect in the air, chilly compared to the hot water she soaked in. Adrienne began to stroke her clit with her fingernail, scr****g it lightly, rubbing it a very little bit with the tip of her finger. It started to throb as Regan’s adventures turned anal, and Adrienne moved her middle finger down to her puckered asshole, slipping in easily to the first knuckle. Adrienne set the book on the side of the tub and reached down between her legs with her left hand, pushing her middle and index fingers in to her pussy, slipping the right middle finger in to her ass another notch. With her left thumb she resumed stroking and rubbing her throbbing clitoris which was now quite hot to the touch. Her hips thrust slightly, and she moaned behind her closed lips, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back. Behind her closed eyes, she saw Adam Johnson standing next to the tub. “Fuck yourself for me,” he whispered, in her dream. “I want to see you masturbate for me.” The moans escaped her hips as her thrusts became slightly more violent. She checked herself, quieting down in fear that her roommates might hear. Most likely they wouldn’t be able to hear anything over the fan and through the walls, but it added a perverse sort of excitement to Adrienne to try to keep quiet while her passion mounted. After very little stimulation Adrienne’s clit already felt like it was on fire, and her whole pussy began to tighten around her fingers, clamping while she struggled to relax and enjoy it. Her buttocks held tight to the finger probing them. She tried her best to relax, and slip her entire middle finger inside the small hole, but it was impossible…she was too far gone already. Her orgasm exploded, moans erupting from her open lips again, hips held high by her taut legs that pushed against the side of the bathtub. Shivers ran from her toes up to her head and down again. She could feel the spasms around the fingers in both holes, and each additional flick of her clit sent new waves of electricity through her body. Gasping, she removed the fingers, washing them off in the water, and lay back against the tub again, relaxed, glowing in the aftermath of her climax. She shut her eyes and pictured the professor, smiling. Smiling at her, stroking her hair. Running his fingertips across her lips, and down her neck to her breasts, where he lightly pinched the nipple, making her squirm in reality. “Same time tomorrow?” her dream man whispered. “Yes,” she said to the empty room. “Definitely yes.” ** “I’m glad you showed up,” Professor Johnson said, smiling at Adrienne who stood half hidden in the doorway. He glanced appreciatively at her skimpy outfit. Not wanting to show up any less sexy than the day before, Adrienne had decided on a dark red plaid skirt that stopped slightly above the knees, and a tight sheer white blouse which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was low cut, scoop necked, allowing the tops of her breasts to make appearances in her half-cupped white lace bra. A thick black belt held the outfit together. She had done her hair in pigtails, sort of a schoolgirl statement, and it excited her to now be thinking such dirty thoughts about a teacher in this costume. She took the tip of a pigtail now, and twirled it in her fingers. “Well, yesterday helped me so much, and I really do need the help,” she trailed off, looking up at his smiling face. He walked over to the doorway, ushering her inside and closing the door behind him. She wondered if he would put the blinds down, giving them more privacy, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned away from the door and walked over to the chairs, picking one up and swinging it to face the other, and patted the seat. “Why don’t you sit down?” he asked. Adrienne crossed the room to the chairs, and sat down in the one he offered. He sat down across from her, so close their knees were almost touching. She could feel the fabric of his slacks rubbing against her bare legs, and it sent shivers racing up her spine. “Shall we begin?” he asked her. “I don’t know what we ought to cover,” she said. “I seriously just don’t get any of it.” “What do you think the hardest thing about this class is, for you?” “Well…” she started. She wondered what he would say if she told him that all she could think about during his lectures was him, the teacher. “I guess trying to recognize which word is what, if you know what I mean. Like in the last test.” “Why don’t we pull out that test and take a look at it, huh?” He stood up, and Adrienne felt herself let go of the great breath of air she had swallowed when his pants had brushed against her legs. Adrienne wondered what that fabric would feel like brushing against her inner thigh. Or her breast. On impulse, she reached out and touched the pants with her hand as he walked by her. She was mortified! Had she actually done that? Did he notice? My, but it had felt nice. She twisted around to see what he was doing. Professor Johnson was just rummaging through his filing cabinet again, seemingly oblivious to the faux-paux that had just occurred between his student and his pants leg. He began to turn around and she looked straight forward again, squeezing her hands in her lap. She didn’t want him to know about the tension that was building inside of her and gnawing at her insides. The teacher took his seat again, and handed her a copy of the test. “Do you understand question one?” he asked her. “I don’t have to foggiest idea, sir,” she said, blushing. “Well,” he began, “Let’s start at the beginning then…” His words filled the small office, but just like the day before Adrienne found that gümüşhane escort bayan she was only fascinated by the man, and not the content of the words coming out of his mouth. To her ears, his rich, deep voice was proclaiming that he lusted after her. Her imaginary Adam Johnson was admiring her legs, talking about her lacy bra, and saying that she ought to bend over the desk while he – Her thoughts were interrupted. “You okay?” Professor Johnson repeated. “Oh, yeah, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Adrienne shook her head quickly, seeing the picture in her head dissolve like a puff of smoke whisking its way into the sky. “Please go on.” Professor Johnson lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair away from Adrienne’s face. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment for a split second before she clamped it shut again. Her lips moved as though to say something, but no words came out, only empty air. Where he had touched her face in an almost fatherly manner, the skin was aflame, as though his fingers had been made of fire and wiped their heat on to her skin. Her loins grew hot as well, and she found herself involuntarily shifting on the cold seat. But Professor Johnson seemed to be paying no mind, looking instead back to the test, and saying something about pronouns. For the duration of the lesson Adrienne’s heart raced. Her mind wished for another hair to fall out of place, perhaps instigating a replay of that gentle touch. But, alas, four forty-five rolled around in too short a time, and Professor Johnson got out of his seat to grab his bag. “Well, thank you very much for your time, professor,” Adrienne said smoothly. “You’ve helped me immensely.” “As always, the pleasure has been mine, Adrienne,” he said, using her name for the second time. It sounded like dark chocolate rolling from that tongue. “I hope I’ll be seeing, uhm, more of you tomorrow.” Was she imagining it or had he glanced at her chest when he said that? She couldn’t tell, but the butterflies were back fluttering away madly at her insides. “Of course,” she said, smiling at him before leaving the room and walking down the hall towards the elevator. Her eyes moved downwards to look at the breasts poking through the fabric. How was she going to manage this one? ** “Of course,” mused Carly, nibbling at her fingernail and looking towards the ceiling, “You could always go in topless.” “God, Carly, be serious!” Adrienne laughed out loud before dropping her head into her arms, which lay folded on the table. They were back in the bar, unusual for most students late in the afternoon on a weekday, but pretty standard for Adrienne’s bouncy friend. “Okay, so he touched your face. Time to get him to move a few feet down! Maybe it’s time for you to make your big move. Grab his dick, that turns guys on.” All Adrienne could do was groan in to the table, shaking her head back and forth in a very unconvincing argument. “I’m not going to do that,” mumbled Adrienne to the table. She sat up again, throwing her weight against the back of the booth. “Do you think he was coming on to me, or was it just a…well, like, a paternal thing?” Adrienne looked at the bar longingly. She wanted a drink, school night or not… “Well I don’t know, girl. All I know is that you know how to get a man, so why should this one be any different?” “I can’t believe this,” Adrienne sighed. “I mean, I know that I set out to seduce him…that’s what I was thinking…but I don’t think I ever thought that it might work.” “Take it to the next level, honey, I say you make a move.” Carly spotted a couple friends and waved frantically at them. “Hold on, Adrienne. I’m gonna go say hi,” Carly scooted out of her seat and ran over to the other girls, squealing and jumping up and down as usual. Adrienne thought about what Carly had advised. Adrienne really wanted to make a move on Professor Johnson, but she wasn’t sure. What if he rejected her? Would she be able to handle the rejection? What if he got angry? Could she be kicked out of school for coming on to a teacher? Carly flew back in to her seat and drummed her hands on the table. “So, what do you think?” Carly said. “Can they kick me out of school for this?” Adrienne muttered. “Girl, word gets out that you’re coming on to teachers, I’ll bet you never have a problem getting in to a class again…as long as the teacher is male, anyways.” Adrienne had to smile. “I’m serious, though, Carly. I mean, what if I come on to him, and he doesn’t respond at all? Or what if he tells me to get the hell out? I don’t know if I could handle that.” “Has anyone ever told you no?” Carly laughed. “I can’t see it happening in this lifetime, anyway!” “There’ve been guys who said no…” “Name one.” Adrienne’s jaw moved up and down as her lips searched for names. She couldn’t find any. “Alright, then, what should I do?” She asked. “What can I do, without showing up topless, that can top the white blouse I wore today?” “Maybe we should go shopping!!!” Carly’s hands began beating on the table again in excitement. “We could go to the mall, check out some of the stores, I’ll bet they have something that will absolutely boil his blood!!” “After the last couple outfits I’m afraid I’ll have to show up in my underwear to get more attention…and I think I’m developing a reputation among the guys in my classes.” Adrienne didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, and she noted so to Carly. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? And, I mean, how bad of a reputation could it be? All you’re doing is giving them woodies during History classes. What else would they be paying attention to?” “Alright, let’s go to the mall.” Adrienne pushed herself out of her seat, giving one last glance to the bar, and headed for the door. Carly rushed over to her other friends to say some quick goodbyes, and skipped back over to Adrienne. The two left with linked elbows, marching towards the bus station with determination in their step. ** Adrienne pushed the door open with confidence and walked briskly in to the office. Professor Johnson sat at his desk. When the door swung open he looked up, startled. Adrienne smiled at him, lowering her eyes shyly and batting her lashes at him. The teacher crossed his hands in front of him and gave her a burning hot look that she could feel boring into her core. The familiar ache in her pussy appeared at once, and she tried to keep her breath steady as she casually strode over to the desk and sat on the edge. “I’m ready for my lesson, sir,” she said, dangling her legs. She had found the perfect outfit yesterday with Carly. She had decided that it was time to take the upper hand with the professor, and had dressed for her role. She wore leather pants that molded to her legs and ass like a second skin, and a scarlet red baby-t shirt, low cut with tiny strings for sleeves. No bra today, her nipples could be seen, erect, through the thin fabric. It was short and left her midriff and naval exposed. She had topped the outfit off with leather boots that tied up the fronts. She reached up and brushed the hair out of her face, stretching her long body as she did so, her hand nearly touching the teacher’s chest. Professor Johnson grinned at her like a Cheshire cat. His eyes didn’t give away what he was thinking, but she thought that maybe there was some lust in there. They held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity before he said: “Shall we get on with your lesson, then, my dear?” Adrienne melted at the sound of that voice. “Yes sir,” she whispered throatily. This time he stayed behind his desk during the entire hour. Maybe to hide an erection? Thought Adrienne. It pleased her, anyways. At the end of the session he got up and reached out his hand to shake hers. She could feel his hand devouring her smaller one, the soft palms rubbing together. His fingers brushed over hers in an almost intimate way. He lifted his other hand to her arm and caressed it softly, running a fingertip from her bicep to her forearm, hesitating slightly at the inner elbow. “I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he said. “I think that you’re improving beautifully.” Adrienne seemed to float through the next days, impatiently watching clocks for four o’clock to come around, then practically running to the teacher’s office. The weekend was the worst; Adrienne took about six baths and masturbated each time to relieve the sexual tension from her body. It was back, however, as soon as she saw him in class again on Monday. During the week before finals, things became almost unbearable for her inside his office. Professor Johnson seemed to be teasing her with his words and his looks, his brief caresses. His hands became more daring, and Adrienne invited it with gusto, parting her lips and stifling moans each time his fingers touched her flesh. At the end of the session Friday, before they parted again for another long weekend, Professor Johnson ran his hand through Adrienne’s loose hair, touching her head and running the hand down her neck all the way to the small of her back. He leaned in close to her face, until their noses were almost touching. Adrienne’s lips felt swollen with the desire to kiss him, but instead she did nothing, only standing there as his green eyes dug in to her golden brown ones. “I’ll see you at the test on Monday,” he said softly. She stood still as he released her from his embrace and took a step back from her. He was still smiling, casually, and began to put his things in to his bag. Adrienne grabbed her backpack and swung it over one shoulder. “Thank you, sir. I can’t wait to see you again.” She practically ran out of the building, not stopping until she was on the street again. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, seeming to want to escape from the ribcage and tear right through her. She turned towards home and began walking steadily, pictures of Professor Johnson in her head swirling around in circles. His lips, his eyes, his hands, his body. She wanted him so badly! She skipped like a schoolgirl most of the way home, happy to be alive, happy to have the images of her teacher in her mind. ** Only five more minutes until class was out. Adrienne chewed on her pencil, practically gnawing at the wood, hoping for some inspiration to come and rescue her from what looked like another F. None came. “Alright, class,” Professor Johnson said, pacing down the aisle. “Time’s up. I hope you all did well, and have a great spring break. Leave your tests on my desk in front, and good luck on your other finals.” Students began to shuffle about, scooting out their chairs and lifting up their bags, headed for the door. Adrienne stayed in her seat, searching the page for any hints of how to pull another answer out before turning it in. She glanced up, surprised to find that she and the teacher were alone in the room. He sat on a desk a few rows in front of her seat, arms crossed, looking at her with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. “You do okay, Adrienne?” Adrienne felt her pulse quicken as it always did when he used her name. “I think I may have failed,” she muttered, giving the paper one last look before scooting her own chair away from the desk and getting to her feet. “Oh well, maybe journalism isn’t for me. Maybe I should study something easier, like physics.” Professor Johnson chuckled. “I’ll bet you’ve surprised yourself,” he said. “You probably got the best grade in the class.” “Do you grade the finals on a curve?” she asked, smiling. “Just you wait,” he said. “I’m sure you did just fine.” “Don’t you have another class to go to?” Adrienne asked, looking at the clock. escort gümüşhane “Not today,” he said. “Those students got 50 page papers to turn in instead of a test.” “Lucky them,” she muttered. “You want to come up to my office? We could…talk about the test.” Adrienne looked at him. His face was unusually intense, his eyes probing in to hers, almost begging her to come. She nodded. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.” “Excellent!” Professor Johnson seemed happy, almost even relieved at hearing that answer. The two walked to his office together, chitchatting about their weekends. “Honestly, sir, I wasted most of my time sitting around not doing much. I know I should have been studying, but I just couldn’t concentrate.” She hung her head, a bit ashamed, after all the help he’d given her. “Oh, really,” Professor Johnson mused. “I’m sorry to hear that. But, studying doesn’t always help as much as people seem to think it does. As long as you knew the material, it shouldn’t have been a problem.” Adrienne felt ashamed. She shouldn’t have told him that. “Of course, now that the final is over,” he continued, “You don’t really have to worry about it anymore, do you? At least not until grades are posted.” She nodded in agreement. “I just wish I felt more confident about my grade.” They had reached his office. He unlocked the door and held it open for her. “Ladies first,” he invited, waving his arm. She led the way, walking in to the room and taking a seat on a chair. He walked over, standing a few feet in front of her. He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk. “I’m sure glad that the class is over,” sighed Adrienne. “I don’t know if I could have handled any more of that.” “I hate teaching grammar,” Professor Johnson admitted. “I dread winter term, because that always means I’ll be teaching it. For some reason, the students keep signing up for my class.” “You know,” admitted Adrienne, “all the girls in the class really think you’re sexy.” “Really?” he raised his eyebrows, looking speculatively at her. She shifted uneasily in her seat. “Yeah, they do.” Her face was slowly turning red. “All of them.” “Do you?” he asked. “Yes, sir, I think you’re probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” His face twitched, his eyes darted across her body. She shifted again, wondering what he must think of her for admitting such a thing. Slowly he stood up, and took a couple steps closer to her, leaning against the wall. “Not all those girls are half bad, either,” he said teasingly. Adrienne gave him a half smile, not sure whether she liked that statement or not. “Well not all the teachers here are that bad-looking either,” she joked. He laughed and took a couple more steps closer. “Who else do the girls talk about?” he asked, scratching his chin. “Well, Mr. Pope, for one,” she said, “But I think he’s a bit too old for me.” Professor Johnson laughed, taking a few more steps towards her. Adrienne looked up and was startled, for he was only inches from her now. He stood right in front of her as she sat in the chair; his crotch was just below her face. She could see a bulge there, should she dare to hope that it was sign of his arousal? He reached down and touched her hair lightly. She closed her eyes as he caressed it, rubbing it between his fingers. She heard his breathing, deep, heavy, matching her own. She sighed as he took away his hand. Adrienne looked up in to his eyes. Adrienne placed her hand lightly on his hip, settling softly and rubbing her thumb in small circular motions, causing friction between the cloth and his skin. Shaking, her hand moved down slowly. He didn’t protest as her hand moved towards the crotch, which she took as a sign to go ahead. Adrienne was quivering, unsure of herself and how she should proceed. Her hands stopped in front of the bulge, and slowly felt their way through the fabric until she had him in her hand, through the slacks. Adrienne began massaging it through his pants, caressing the shaft of his erect cock while rubbing the underside of his crotch with her other hand. She leaned forward and nipped playfully at the pants concealing it, rubbing her face on his thigh. He moaned, and reached down to fumble with the fly. His zipper came down and he was exposed to her for the first time. Adrienne smiled, she felt like she had been waiting for this moment forever. She moved her lips to his cock, kissing the large head. She started kissing it softly, rubbing her lips along the foreskin and down the staff, nuzzling his testicles with her nose. Her hot mouth moved back up to the head again, and her lips parted, and she sucked it inside her mouth. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noted that the windows were all open, and the window in the door was not covered. What if someone walked by? She felt herself getting hot at the thought. Adrienne’s tongue teased his cock, probing the tip with her tongue, nipping lightly at the very end. She continued this until she heard his moans growing louder. He thrust his hips towards her face and she took his whole cock in his mouth. Her tongue ran along the underside, lapping at the skin, sucking him hard in to the back of her throat. She could feel his cock growing hotter inside her mouth as she sucked him harder. Her right hand fastened around the base, stroking it while she sucked it; her left hand fondled his testicles lightly, probing them and massaging them in her hand with her soft fingers. He reached down and held on to her head, directing her in speed and rhythm by a handful of hair, thrusting his hips in to her face until her nose was buried in her pubic hair. Adrienne’s hand left the base of his cock and reached up, under his shirt, to feel his chest. His skin was on fire, so hot to the touch. It was soft and hard at the same time, firm but smooth. Adrienne’s skin was hot as well, her face flushed around his dick, her nipples burning holes in her shirt. Her breasts yearned to be touched, her pussy begged for satisfaction as it drenched her panties with fluids. Her mouth held tight to his cock, lips wrapped around the organ as she felt it somehow grow bigger still, and his thrusts became more frantic. She could sense his pending orgasm, and braced for it as his moans grew louder still. With a final, violent thrust in to her mouth he came, cum spurting into her cheeks. The hot fluid shot down her throat, causing her to gag slightly before gathering control of herself and swallowing it. She did not release his still hard dick, but kept sucking it, getting every last drop out and cleaning it off. Finally, after a few gasping breaths, the teacher pulled himself out of her mouth, and knelt at her feet. His pants still pooling around his ankles, Professor Johnson began to unbutton Adrienne’s blouse. Once undone, he gently helped free her arms and threw it to the side. He undid her bra’s front clasp, exposing her breasts to him for the first time. The teacher put his hands under her breasts, cupping them, and flicking her nipples. It was Adrienne’s turn to moan as he began to tease her hard little buds, pinching and rubbing them, massaging her whole breast. His soft lips moved down to the nipple and he started sucking on it lightly. Adrienne bucked her hips, almost to the breaking point. She needed some stimulation! Professor Johnson moved his hand under her skirt and helped her out of her underwear, tossing them in to the same pile as her blouse. His finger smeared the wetness around, and through the slick flesh sought her clit. The little clit was hard and exposed, and Adrienne whimpered as he began to rub it softly. The teacher moved his middle finger down, and slipped it in to her sopping cunt. Her muscles instantly clamped around it, and he pushed the index finger in to join it. Slowly, he began to fuck her with his hand, while his tongue still moved over one nipple and then the other. Kissing her breasts, he moved his head down to her legs. He kissed one knee and then the other, and then licked his way up to her pussy with his long, wet tongue. He teased the lips of her pussy. Flicking her clit with his tongue before latching his lips on to it and beginning to suck. Adrienne’s legs rose and wrapped around his head, pulling him in to her crotch. He continued sucking as more and more juices poured from her body. She began to pant, bucking her hips into his hand and mouth. Her body tensed, muscles tightening everywhere, and an earth shattering orgasm racked her body. She screamed aloud, grabbing his hair in his hands, holding him to her contracting pussy. He kept licking as her body finished its throes of passion. Finally exhausted, she pushed him away. She stood up from the chair, flushed from her orgasm. He remained kneeling at her feet. “Lay down,” she whispered, and he complied, laying on his back on the office floor. Adrienne sat on his stomach, facing his feet. He had a great view of her round ass as she bent over and began to lick his cock again. He quickly grew erect again, and she slid down his body, mounting his cock easily. Her thighs moved up and down on him as he thrust his cock into her pussy. She rode, grunts and moans from both of them filling the room. Adrienne turned herself around on him, and pulled his hands to her breasts. As he squeezed her nipples, she ran her hands down his chest, toying with the hair there, moving up and down frantically the whole time. “Get up,” he said hoarsely. She hesitated, but got up off of him. The professor put his hand on her waist and directed her over to the desk. “Bend over.” His voice was soft and yet hoarse and rough. She bent over, her breasts shocked to feel the icy cold tabletop. She felt him nudging her pussy with his cock, and she thrust her hips back in welcome. He thrust into her hard, causing her to slam up against the desk. It hurt her side slightly but she was soon moaning in pleasure, pushing back to feel the full extent of each thrust. Adrienne felt his thrusts getting frantic again, and was afraid that he was going to cum once more and ruin her good time. “Stop!” she said harshly. He stopped, uncertainly, panting for breath. Adrienne used all her strength to turn around, and push him back towards the chair she’d been sitting in a little while before. He sat down, and she climbed onto his lap, guiding his cock into her sopping pussy again. He held onto her hips and pulled her up and down on him while she used all the strength in her legs to bounce on his dick, arms wrapped around his neck. Her lips teased his earlobes and she moaned heavily in to his ear. He started to grunt and she knew he was going to cum again. She was close herself, and reached down with her right hand to fondle her clit a little bit more. Seconds later she was screamed as another orgasm clenched her pussy around his cock, preventing him from pulling out while he came. His cum spurted inside her, filling her up and then drizzling down the sides, and making a mess all over their legs and his chair. They stayed like that for a few moments, her in his arms, him buried deep inside her. She rested her head against his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. She shut her eyes, completely satisfied. ** A week later Adrienne was in front of her computer, checking her grades. Her eyes ran down the row of class listings to her grammar class. She held her breath, and looked – an F. Even though she had known she wasn’t going to do well, she was surprised. Adrienne stared at the screen, blinking in confusion. As she stared, the phone rang. She picked it up. “You ready for our date? I’m going to be over in just a couple minutes.” “Yeah, definitely. I was just checking my grades.” “Oh, yeah, the grades…I hope you didn’t expect…” the voice on the other end asked. “No!” she snapped. “This is fine with me. I’m all ready to go.” “Good. I’ll meet you at your place in five minutes or so.” “Great. Can’t wait to see you, Adam.”

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