To call the start of school the "Fall" semester in Arizona is a cruel misnomer. The semester starts in mid-August when the daily forecast is for blast-furnace conditions. Of course the plus side is that it encourages the young ladies to saunter about half naked, which leads to even more alluring sights when they enter the sub arctic temperatures of the classrooms. But I digress.
It was the week before the new semester, I was in my office checking enrollment figures and fantasizing about potential future hotties when there was a tentative tapping at my open door.
"Professor Reynolds?"
After ten years of teaching college I had seen, and even slept with my share of hot co-eds. Some were incredibly beautiful, some very cute, some just plain out sexy, but it is a rare woman who combines let alone transcend all of these elements.
The first thing I noticed were her eyes. They were a dark hazel, big, bright, liquid doe-eyes and although I could tell she was nervous they bore straight into me. For a second I couldn't catch my breath. I got dizzy, feeling like I was literally falling into those deep eyes with a sly, mischevous glint. Incredibly, I felt myself starting to stir in my jeans. Her face was a combination of classic beauty and youthful cuteness, and it didn't take long for me to see how her smile could literally light up a room.
"uhm, I was wondering if I could get your permission to sign up for your Wednesday evening class?" she asked tentaively.
She was about 5' 4" with light brown hair just past her shoulders. Her tits were not too big, probably a full B cup, but they were sublime, high, perky, perfectly shaped as they strained against her short sleeve argyle summer sweater.
"Absoluetly!" I replied, immediately hoping that I hadn't sounded too eager. My mind was racing. I didn't think my Wednesday night class was full, so I wasn't sure why she was asking for my signature, but I sure as hell wasn't about to do anything to discourage this young goddess. Hell I was scrambling to find ways to make her sign up for all my classes.
As gorgeous as her face and tits were, I couldn't take my eyes off her legs or that absolutely perfect ass. She had on a short, pleated mini skirt with a light brown plaid design, and pink moccasins. Oversized pearl earrings and a pearl bracelet with a pink bow gave her the perfect balance of class, spunk, and cuteness. Her legs were lightly tan and smooth, not at all fat, but not too skinny. She had an athletic, but still very feminine body capped off by a perfectly round, high, smooth, tight ass. I was floored.
"I'm taking mostly AP courses in my senior year, so I am sure I can do the work, but since I am only seventeen I need your permission to take your class." she said with a hopeful glint .
Immediately my heart sank and. "Jesus christ." I thought. "Seven-fucking teen?! " I have no problem sleeping with women half my age, but I was no pedophile, and although this women could easily launch well over a thousand ships, I had no desire to go to jail.
"Sure." I smiled at her, holding my hand out for her enrollment form. "As long as you can keep up with the class I'd love to have you..."
"Maria." she practically squeeled as she scampered into my office to give me the form, her huge smile highlighting a wide mouth and incredibly cute rosy cheeks. My chest tightened as she got closer, her subtle perfume wafted around me. She may have been only 17, but she had a stronger grip on me than any woman ever had.
