“All right people, times up, pens down, hand the booklets forward.” My Business Ethics class just ran out of time on their mid-semester exams. A few groans rolled around the room.
“Hey if you didn’t finish then you didn’t know it, pass them up.” I wasn’t going to give in. I had been teaching at the local community college for several years so I knew the ropes, if you gave more time once you would have to do it always.
“Mr. Dawson, can we talk to you?” A third year student asked me. She had been I my classes before. I knew her as Shelly, she was a soccer player, small stature, firm body, and extremely fast as I had seen on the field.
“Sure, what’s up?” I responded as five young ladies approached me. I had seen them all before in my classes, around campus, in town. But one didn’t seem to belong with the others. Her name was Matilda, she wasn’t on the sports teams yet had the body as though she worked out frequently. She always did very well on the tests unlike her four bosom buddies who struggled to pass. She was similar in height, but had larger breasts that were now strained behind a tight white T-shirt open at the belly revealing a piercing. Why hadn’t I noticed that before?
“Mr. Dawson, we were wondering if you’d come out with us tonight?” Shelly asked tilting her head side to side.
“Getting me drunk won’t make me give you a higher grade you know.” I joked. I often went to the local drinking holes to buy a few rounds for the of age crowd. Not sure why I did it, maybe because I had the money since I worked a full time job as well as taught at night. Or maybe it was I wanted to keep in touch with my youth, I was pushing mid-thirties.
“No, we know that.” A cute brunette said. Her name was Shawna, I had heard about her from other professors and students. She was very friendly with the boys. “We wanted you to come out and help us celebrate Matilda’s 21st birthday.”
“Oh, I didn’t know. Happy Birthday.” I said looking at her differently now. She was really pretty, long black hair, soft white skin, big puffy pout lips and hazel eyes that seemed to read your mind.
“Thanks” She said looking into my eyes. I broke the stare and told the girls that I needed to correct the tests before tomorrow’s class and since I work all day I have to do it tonight.
“I’ll help you.” Matilda said. “I can do it with you. I really want to have you come out. The girls here say you are loads of fun.” She smiled again. I wouldn’t have considered the offer if one of the other four said it but Matilda was extremely smart, she aced all my courses effortlessly it seemed. Brains, body, and still hanging out with these girls, puzzling I thought.
“Ok, I guess that will work.” I started to pick up the exams and my laptop bag.
“We’ll all meet at Begin’s around ten-ish, ok?” Shelly said as she walked out with the girls, except Matilda. She was standing beside me watching.
“We could go to the commons area and work on these.” I stated.
“Yeah, but that would be difficult, the tables are small.” She tossed her head and switched her pack to the other shoulder pushing out her breasts as she did.
“How about we go to my apartment, I have to get back and finish my laundry before tonight. Besides, my roommates are gone. That’s whey the girls are taking me out.” Ahh, that was the reason. She didn’t usually hang with this crowd. Not wanting to offend her by refusing I said fine.
We arrived at her apartment a few minutes later. She told me to take a seat. She went into the kitchen and came back carrying two beers and a bottle of orange vodka that looked to have been in the freezer since it had frost all around.
“What’s that for?” I said pointing to the vodka while taking the beer.
“I like to have a shot before doing homework, calms the nerves.” She lifted the bottle, swigged the white liquid “this seems like work, and I ‘m at home, right?”
“True.” I said. She took a second shot. I was staring at her stomach, it was well defined. The abs showed as she hefted the bottle and the shirt lifted higher. I could see the bottoms of her round breasts pushing on her bra.
“Why don’t you spread the tests out on the table and I’ll be right back.” She pointed to the large coffee table. It was one of the ones most college apartments had, low to the ground, solid wood, large enough for ten kids to sit around and play drinking games. She handed me the vodka before she went into the other room. I watched walk away, her jeans were tight against her ass. It was a fine ass. I had never noticed it before, I must have been looking at the more obvious flaunts, the Shawnas of the class. I took a hefty swig of ice cold vodka. It was good.
“I hope you don’t mind. I have to sort through this laundry to find something to wear tonight.” She had returned carrying a basket of clothes, most of which were short shorts, skimpy tops, lacey underpants, colored bras, all the things that I shouldn’t be looking at. Matilda noticed me looking, noticed me turning red at being caught looking.
“It’s ok Mr. Dawson. It’s only clothes.” She picked up a purple lace trimmed bra “this is just like a bikini top isn’t it?”
“Ahh, yes, I guess so” I stumbled and sat down spreading more test booklets on the table. Sweat started to form on my brow, it was hot in her apartment, really hot. I swigged the vodka again.
“Mr. Dawson, don’t be embarrassed. I’m twenty one and your, your…”
“33 and please call me Ted.” I figured if I was looking at her underwear she could at least call me by my name.
“Ok, Ted. You can call me Mattie.” She smiled and sat beside me on the couch. She was amazingly calm yet I could see a sheen of sweat starting to form on her skin around the neck area leading towards her cleavage. Mattie caught me looking down her shirt.
“I don’t think these were on the test Ted.” She said cupping her size C boobs in each hand and squeeaing gently.
“I’m sorry. I should go.” I started to get up. She grabbed my arm, her hand was sticky with perspiration. Luckily she held me back from standing upright because my dick was starting to get firm and would have shown.
“Don’t go. I don’t care if you look. Usually people ignore me for the other girls anyway.”
“Why?” I asked before thinking.
“I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t play sports or frequent the parties like they do. I kind of hold back.”
“Oh. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I assured her hoping to sound like the professor I was.
