Erin was a great student. She was smart, diligent, and curious. She had interesting ideas, worked hard, and definitely wanted to please her professors. Yeah, some of it was about wanting to secure letters of recommendation but it wasn't all that. Much of it was that she genuinely loved learning.
She was also a little fox... a fiery little redhead who knew how to look professional yet sexy. She always dressed to kill and managed to tease without looking slutty.
She had been doing an independent study with me for a few months and I had started really looking forward to our meetings together. It wasn't just that she was fun to look at. She was fun to be around too and I appreciated the time to talk about how things were going with her work and her upcoming plans.
One day, though, I wasn't at all excited about our meeting. I had had a long day and all I wanted to do was get home and relax. She stopped by and seemed to immediately notice I was frazzled and trying to get some things done. She was looking great, though, in a professional looking gray skirt- not too short- and white blouse. She had cute black heals on and somehow always knew how to position her feat for the cutie schoolgirl effect. Consequently, she managed to look like a confident professional with a slight tinge of insecurity- as though she wanted and needed to please someone to prove her worth.
We needed to run some statistics so I asked her to come to my side of the desk so we could both see the screen. I noticed right away that she smelled great and I started to get worried that she was going to notice how much I was craving her. We worked for a few minutes, got some things done, when my computer crashed (predictably). I muttered "fuck".
She was a bit taken back at first but then laughed and said, "Everything ok, professor?"
"Yeah, it's just been a long day," I responded.
"I can tell. You look a bit stressed. Is there anything I can do?"
"I wish. But, I'm just tired and have what seems like the start of a pounding headache. Unless you have aspirin on you, I think I just need to finish up and get home."
"You don't need aspirin," she said. "Just relax and shut your eyes for a second and let me show you something."
I don't know why I agreed. Other than the occasional hug, I had never let a student touch me in any intimate way. For some reason, though, I put my head back, shut my eyes, and let her start massaging my head, neck, and shoulders.
She started with my forehead and her hands felt absolutely fabulous. They were soft and she slowly caressed my forehead before moving to the back of my neck and shoulders. I don't know if it is because I was no longer focused on it but my headache really did start to go away.
"Wow, that feels great," I said.
