"Thanks so much, Professor." The small of stature, yet delightfully curved, blond smiled a very shy and sexy smile at him as he brushed off his hands.
"No big deal, it was just a jump." He went on to explain that she needed to get her car checked out as he put his cables away. When he straightened back up she impulsively hugged him, pressing her body tight against his for a brief second. Then she was gone and he actually felt a chill because her warmth disappeared so quickly. She smiled again at him, a smile that made her look older than the 18 he assumed her to be. Just before she got in the car she turned back.
"If you ever need anything, anything at all. Just look for me, I'm always around."
The sexual innuendo, while missing from even her tone, came to mind as he glanced down at her rear end while she walked away. He buried those thoughts as he also forced the feeling of her pressed against from his mind.
He saw her several times on campus that week. Being a small school, at least in area, made it almost inevitable. Each time she would hug him and remind him of her offer. It wasn't his imagination as the hugs seemed a little tighter and her offer was tinted by more than just politeness. On Thursday she appeared next to his car, which wasn't a surprise because he had seen her car in the lot each day.
"Hiya Professor," she said leaning against his car door. The tight top made it clear she required no support for her nice breasts, although the open window frame was trying.
He nearly flubbed her name and she smiled that sexy, shy smile that caused his head to spin. He recovered with a "How's your car?"
"So far so good, thanks for asking. My dad found a problem in the headlight switch, so it wasn't me."
"I never said it was you."
"I know, but you were thinking it. 'Dumb little airhead blond left her lights on', weren't you?"
He had to smile as she flounced her hair and changed her tone to match the stereotypical airhead. "OK maybe a little."
She laughed a low chuckle at his admission.
"Well, Professor, I just wanted to thank you again, you were a real lifesaver the other day."
"It really wasn't a big deal."
She put her small warm hand tenderly to his cheek and said, "It was to me." Then she kissed him. It began almost innocently, with just a touch of the lips, but she pressed tighter and changed the angle when she felt his initial resistance fade. When her tongue reached out, she felt his lips part.
When they broke apart, she said, "Wow!"
He shook his head to clear it. "Wow alright but you can't do that again."
"Why not?"
"Well aside from I'm a professor here and you are a student, I'm much older than you and I'm married."
She leaned in again, not quit far enough to kiss him and said in a very low and sexy voice, "I am older than you think, I like mature men, and you aren't one of my professors."
She tried to touch his face again, but he caught her hand.
"You forgot the married part."
She shrugged her shoulder, which made her breasts perform an interesting motion. "Actually I was hoping you might forget that part."
"Not likely."
Her face took on a hint of regret and resignation. Then she reached for his face again. He went to grab her hand and this time she evaded. Relax, Prof, just getting the lipstick off."
He relaxed as she rubbed his bottom lip. She leaned in, taking a closer look and she kissed him again. He couldn't push her away. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so insistent, so sexy. Her hand dropped to his lap and she found him stiffening, which she squeezed until he groaned in her kiss. Then she broke the kiss.
Whispering against his cheek, "By the way, I don't wear lipstick."
He disengaged her hand, which felt better than he would ever admit, even to himself.
"Thanks again Prof. If you ever do want anything at all, and I do mean anything, absolutely anything". . . then she said a phone number and disappeared from his window.
The Professor sat there and regained his composure. He thought of her, but then he also thought of other young ladies and a few young men who tried similar things. The difference was she really wasn't his student, but to him that was a false dichotomy. She is a student and therefore hands off for a lot of reasons! It took quite a long time before he felt calm enough to drive.
He saw her car, but no sign of her, which was both a blessing and a curse. He was honest enough with himself to appreciate the feelings she brought out in him, but it also scared him a little. He'd never been so tempted before, and there had been quite a few very pretty girls in his classes over the years. But at the same time he thought about all other professors, both men and women who got involved with students. Rarely did things work out well in the long run. Admittedly some of his contemporaries got really stupid and deserved their problems, most tried to be discrete and many of those ended quietly, but they normally hit the rumor mill more than more public news. He still felt his policy of hands off students was the best one, no matter how tempting! Her pretty face ad the taste of her kiss came to mind again and he felt himself harden. "No matter how tempting!" He muttered to himself as he re-focused on what he was doing.
While her memory didn't fade in the next week, her sexual innuendo certainly cooled. He saw her more regularly and she was pleasant, funny, and he decided that he actually liked her even more than he first thought. He was grading papers out by the fountain in the middle of one of the quads. She sat down and son the papers were forgotten as they engaged in a debate about scientific naturalism and materialism. She, JJ, had a good mind, a quick whit, and a pointed way of piercing to the heart of a point rather than get distracted by non-essentials. He enjoyed both the debate and her company.
Friday rolled around and again she was in the lot at the end of the school day, only this time she wasn't alone.
JJ was standing next to her car and next to her was a girl who really set off the warning bells of untouchability. JJ was very pretty, small, curvy, an incredible ass, and wonderful breasts. Her apparel was standard student wear in the warm weather, shorts, midriff top, and sandals. Add in the fact that he really liked her for who she was.
This girl was all that, with the exception of being small. She wasn't Amazonian, but she was physically ideal! That is until he saw the look on her face and he realized JJ was tearing a stripe from her skin.
As he walked to his car he heard some of the exchange. The taller girl had borrowed JJ's car and left the lights on and drained the battery.
