Paul sat in his first day of English Literature and wondering why it was necessary to take this crap. He understood why he had to take English Composition, though he didn’t like it much and had barely managed his way through it with a low B. English Literature was a different story, literally. Who cares if he was familiar with a bunch of books written by some stuffy British freaks?
He looked up as the Professor entered the room. Things were improving already. As she clicked across the room in her low heels and skirt, he couldn’t help but notice her long, thin legs and athletic figure. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she wore a pair of reading glasses on top of her head. At least he had something to look at in this boring class.
“Good morning, class. My name is Professor Aldridge and you are in English Literature 101. I will be handing out a syllabus that includes the lesson plan for this semester so that you will be aware of what is expected on a week to week basis. I realize that most of you are sophomores so you should be familiar with college policies by now, but just in case, I will hand out a copy of those, as well.” The professor said to the whole class.
She continued, “If anyone anticipates any special needs for my class, please stay after class for a moment and we can discuss them. Other than that, I don’t have anything for today. We will begin covering the material listed on your syllabus under the first lesson when we meet on Tuesday. I will expect you all to have read it by then and have an understanding of the story.”
She dismissed them with a wave of her hand and everyone begin filing out of the classroom. Paul lingered behind and waited on a few other students to finish speaking with the professor before approaching her.
“Professor Aldridge,” Paul began, “I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to handle this class. I am not a strong reader and I may need some extra help with understanding some of the harder material.”
Standing this close to her, Paul was struck by how attractive she was. In addition to having a pretty tight little body, she was very pretty. Her full mouth and dark green eyes were most likely something many students had fantasized about from time to time. Paul suspected that he might be having a few randy thoughts about them right now.
She looked up at him over the top of her little half glasses and smiled.
“Okay, what is your name?” she asked. Paul told her and she scrolled down her list of students a bit before finding his name and underlining it. “Paul, I have a tutoring session in the evenings on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I cover the material from this class from 6pm to 7pm if you would like to attend those sessions. We meet in the group reading room at the library.”
“That will be great” Paul said.
He was here on a baseball scholarship and had to keep his grades up to keep it. The last thing he needed was to flunk out of English Lit. He thanked her and headed out of the room.
Paul arrived at the reading room on Tuesday evening to find only a handful of students, a couple from his class, waiting on the professor. He found it interesting that there was only one girl but five other guys in the class. Perhaps boys were just not as bright as girls, after all. Nah, girls probably just didn’t care as much about being successful as much as guys do. At any rate, the one girl in the class wasn’t even attractive so at least there wouldn’t be any distractions. Well, if you didn’t count the professor.
As Professor Aldridge entered the room, Paul was once again struck by her good looks and athletic physique. In the smaller room, where he was nearer to her he was also drawn to the mellow earthy scent of her perfume. He wasn’t sure what it was that she was wearing or if it was a mixture of things but it was almost intoxicating when she was so near.
“Okay,” she began, “let’s start with what we went over in class today.”
As she began to explore the hidden meaning behind some archaic piece of crap written in Middle English, Paul felt himself drift off into fantasy. He imagined her wearing nothing but a shear white tank top that clearly displayed her perky nipples and a short skirt that barely covered her round apple bottom. Her long, slender legs slowly opened as she perched upon the desk in front of him and he could see that she wasn’t wearing anything under the hint of a skirt she had on.
Paul watched her slowly lick her lips as she motioned for him to come closer, opening her legs further to give him a good view of what she was offering. He moved forward and got down on his knees in front of her, pushing her legs fully open as he slowly parted her perfect pussy lips with his tongue, sliding it slowly up and down her wet slit. He felt her hand on the back of his neck, pushing his face forward so it was buried in her hot little hole.
He began to suck on her engorged clit as she arched forward so that he had full access to her sweet spot.
“Oh, Paul,” she began to moan.
He felt her hand on the back of his neck and realized that his head was halfway down on his desk.
“Paul, are you with us?”
He heard her saying, as he realized suddenly that he had dozed off and was still in his study class. He adjusted his legs to hide his raging hard on and responded, “Yes, Professor Aldridge. I’m sorry.”
As class wound to a close and all of the students began to file out, Professor Aldridge asked Paul to stay behind for a moment.
“Paul, “ she began, “It’s not going to do you any good to attend these extra study sessions if you are not going to pay attention. You even dozed off at one point.”
Paul hung his head.
“I’m sorry, Professor Aldridge. It has just been a long day and I do not know what happened in there. I really do need the help and I’ll be better next time,” he said. She nodded towards him and waved her hand for him to go on.
As Paul left the room, she could not help notice what a perfect body he had. She knew she was supposed to be oblivious to the sexual attributes of her students but he was a hard one to miss. Besides, it did not hurt to merely notice it, right. At the rate he was going, she would probably be noticing his physique in next semester’s class as well. He certainly did not seem compelled to apply himself.
Later that night at home, Professor Rebekah Aldridge, found herself once again drifting back in thought to her young student. There was something about Paul that she couldn’t quite put her finger but it drew her in. Perhaps it was his carefree nature or unwitting charm, but it was certainly something. Rebekah poured herself a nice glass of Sangria while her bath water ran.
Walking to the bathroom in the nude, she sat her wine on the edge of the tub as she slid down into the warm sudsy water. She ran her hands slowly down her long lean body and across the short stubble that had grown on her legs and crotch. Stretching her leg out from the water, she applied shaving cream and began to shave one leg and then the other.
She moved to the inner step of the tub and spread opens her legs to apply shaving cream to her crotch and inner thighs. She slowly dragged the pivoted head of the five-blade razor across her skin until her crotch was smooth and silky. Nothing made her feel more sensual and aroused than the feel of a slick kitty and she reached down with one hand to explore her cleanly shaven pussy while using the other hand to retrieve and take a sip of her wine.