Special Topics With Professor Ch 01

I didn't quite know what to expect of grad school. I was a good student all through primary school and into undergraduate. I was always on top of all my assignments and studied for all my tests. I took pride in my studious skills and enjoyed being a teacher's pet/professor's favorite. Lately, however, I have been losing my motivation...getting distracted.

One of my professors was very attractive: young (I'd guess mid-thirties), tall with blonde soft-looking hair and striking cobalt blue eyes to compliment his soft smile...not to mention the slight bulge you could catch on a lucky day when he was wearing light-fabric slacks. But it wasn't just his looks; it was also his intelligence and passion for the subject.

I couldn't help but find myself daydreaming in class and when writing papers or studying for his class. I was always sure to dress to show off my features, hoping to tempt him...not that I ever thought anything like that could ever happen to me...or if I'd even be bold enough to go through with a thing like sleeping with my professor.

I usually wore just a cropped t-shirt, either tight to show off my curves or low-cut to show off my cleavage, and leggings tight on my thick cheeks with ruching up my crack to scoop them up, the occasional g-string peeking out.

I was really struggling with this one assignment he gave us; I couldn't understand the directions and I was daydreaming as he was going over the rubric. I had to go to his office hours to ask him for some clarification. To ensure I had enough time for all my questions and would not be interrupted, I made sure to go towards the end of his allotted hours.

I was definitely a bit nervous as I know he hates to give instructions twice because we should have been paying attention the first time. I was ready to get my ass chewed out so I thought I might dress up a bit to help soften the blow. I picked out a short leather skirt and a lace, strappy corset-style top with the excuse that I'll be going out with some friends afterwards. Although, because we are on campus and I have some sense of professionalism, I also wore a light cardigan to his office.

I peek into his office through the half-open doorway, 'He looks so cute grading papers...no, pull yourself together!' I knock, opening the door a bit more as you wave me in.

You put your pen down and look up to see who is here for your office hours and smile when you see it's one of your favorite students.

"I take it you've got plans for the evening?" I stumble slightly, a bit shocked by your forwardness, but glad I planned an excuse.

"Oh, ya...I know you're probably not used to seeing me not dressed like a bum. Some friends invited me to join them at a bar tonight but I'm still not sure if I wanna go or not."

I catch your eyes gazing at my short skirt and legs for the briefest of moments. You clear your throat softly, "I'm sure they'd be disappointed not to have you join them."

I smile softly and glance down at the ground, "Oh, they wouldn't miss me...I'm not that big of a drinker anyway, I tend to get myself into trouble when I do..."

You pause for a moment as you think about the implications of what I just said, wondering if I can tell the idea of me getting myself into trouble is kind of hot. I take this moment to sit in the seat across your desk.

A bit panicked and trying to fill the silence, "Um, I had a few questions regarding our next assignment. I am afraid I missed some of the instructions and I would like some clarity on the rubric." I cross my arms in attempts to hide myself before your disapproval in having to repeat yourself, unintentionally pushing my tits up and nearly out of my top.

"You know...I have noticed a recent pattern in your performance. Lately it seems like you're not paying attention at all in class, not just to assignment instructions. I see you looking at me, but you look surprised whenever I call on you. And then you ask me to repeat the question. Your work has also seemed... rushed lately. I can tell you're putting effort in, but something just feels off."

Caught off guard by the softness to your voice, I stammer a bit. "Oh...um well I have been a bit...distracted lately. I always try to listen in class and focus on my studies but...my mind can't help but wander and staying focused has just been so...hard."

You lean back in your chair and cross your arms, your sleeves now highlighting your muscles. "I see. I'm disappointed, because I see you as a strong student so when your performance slips like this it makes me think it's a lack of effort."

You pause and wait for a response. Unsure of how to explain myself further, I just sort of look away from you. You clear your throat to pull my attention back to you, "I want you to tell me about what has been distracting you." I can feel your intense blue eyes watching me closely as you ask.

My eyes shift, "I know...I'm so sorry, I'll definitely try my hardest to pay attention in class from now on." "Um...it's kind of personal...um..."

You watch me squirm in my seat, my legs shifting and squeezing together as my face flushes.

"I've been feeling kind of lonely lately and I can't help but imagine what it'd be like to... HAVE... someone..." I look up at you, waiting to see what sort of reaction you'll have. All of these responses are just slipping out, no time to think about how vulnerable I'm being...with my professor.

I get the sense that you kind of enjoy watching me squirm. Your face has a smirk but also slightly confused, "To... have someone? I'm not sure that I follow."

My eyes shift a bit as I try to explain, wander to your lips and down as if I can see your crotch through your desk, "Um...I don't...I need...I'm very content on my own, I know how to...enjoy myself...but sometimes, I see and hear things...and can't help but wonder what it'd be like to enjoy someone...uh something else..."

You allow the false confusion to drop, "It's okay. You don't have to say it. I'll say it for you...You're horny."

Completely caught off guard, I blush and look down to the floor, squeezing my legs even tighter. "Um...I can't seem to be able to...fully...take care of it...I'll think I have then I wake up and try again...then I get to class and...see you...my mind, it uh, just wanders off. Even when I'm working on homework for your class...it's like a reminder of my daydreams and I try again but it's never enough."

You love seeing me squirm, "As it turns out, this is just one more thing that I am an expert in..."

Now I look at the floor with some confusion but also a smirk I'm trying to hide.

You shift a bit in your seat, "I would never leave a student with as much... potential... as you try to solve a difficult issue like this all by yourself. But daydreams only come true for girls who are brave enough to pursue them. So I'm going to make you say it: do you want me to take you on for individual sessions, a special topics course if you will, and help you with your issue?"

I look up at you with some wonder, "You really think you could help me...satisfy myself...to where I can focus on school?"

You lean forward a bit in your seat, "I know I can. I have just the right curriculum in mind to help get you back on track. But it begins with you admitting out loud your desires to me. This relationship only works if you trust me deeply."

A bit unsure of what this might entail and whether I'm up for the task or not, "Um...can I ask just a few more questions before I...expose myself to you?"

You sit back in your seat, "Sure, ask away."

My hands fidget in my lap as my questions race through my mind, keeping the most pressing one until the end, "How soon will I see results? When will these special sessions be and what will we be doing? Will it be a lecture style?"

You chuckle, "It will be more of a seminar, intensive style of teaching. There will be workshop components as well. It will be hands-on and individually tailored to your learning patterns. You will see results almost immediately. Although I should warn you that these lessons can be intense and may occupy a lot of your mental energy. But they'll ultimately solve the frustrations you are feeling."

"We will schedule them as needed, but I suspect multiple times a week will be required. I will also be giving you special assignments and tasks to help accelerate your learning."

You pause and rather than respond, I ask more questions, "Will there be a syllabus? How many other students do you offer these special sessions to? Are there other students like me who find it hard to focus in class?"

You just sort of stare at me, your smirk fading and becoming more serious as you ignore my questions. All this neediness to waste your time with pointless questions that won't influence my answer slightly frustrates you but you keep a calm and soft voice, "You still haven't said it so I'm going to ask one final time...Do you want me to help take care of your horniness problem? Yes or no?"

I pause, noticing your change in tone, a bit tingling from your sense of charge. I go to answer and realize I never asked the main question on my mind at the moment, "Y... Will everything I tell you remain between us?"

Understanding this concern, you decide to answer, "Yes. Your secret, desperate desires and fantasies will be completely safe with me. I promise you that."

You can see my mind a bit more at ease, "Yes... I want you to help me with my horniness problem, professor..."

You smile that soft smile, "That's a good girl." I squirm in my seat some more and clear my throat at those words.

You look me up and down as my eyes shift, "How did it feel when I called you a good girl?"

I blush slightly, a bit embarrassed you noticed, "Fine...well, sort of tingly if I'm being honest."

You get up from your chair and come around your desk to lean back on it, standing just above me, "The first lesson of our individual course: you are going to need to speak much more directly and confidently now...Where did it make you feel tingly?"

I take a deep breath as I prepare myself to be more open and honest, shaking away the idea that this may get inappropriate and shift my thinking to how hot the idea of being with my professor has been for me for months. "My pussy clenched and my panties got a bit wet."

You reach your hand out and brush my hair behind my ear, "Good girl...Didn't that feel good?"

I look up at you with innocent eyes, "Yes..."

You keep your eyes locked on mine, "Yes...?"

I gulp slightly, "Yes, sir?"

You stand back up, still locked eyes, "Good girl." You return to your seat at your desk as I continue to squirm slightly in my chair.