In addition to playing Dracula, I work for a university teaching a course. Monday came and went as usual, my class ending at 3. I thought I saw long dark hair that looked familiar leaving the rear of the room. After I got back to my office I thought about it and looked through the online pictures of my students. It didn't take long to find Jill Wilson. Miss Wilson bore a striking resemblance to the two Indian squaws that were my "reward" for being a good sport during the haunted house. In many ways I hoped she wouldn't put together who Dracula was. For the next week, I had a pretty good feeling that she hadn't made the connection. Getting involved with one of your students was a quick way to get canned. It was bad enough if you were involved with a student, but if that student was in your class you were dead meat. I hoped that she either wouldn't put it together, or she would keep it to herself. Fortunately age wasn't a problem, since most of my students were nearing their twenty first birthdays.
The following Monday came, and any hope of her not figuring it out evaporated. The lecture of my class was given in a fairly large auditorium type setting. The room had seats for twice the 90 students that I had. As was typical in most classes, there were a few that sat toward the front, but most stayed toward the back half of the room. This day I had an obvious student in the third row straight up from where I normally stood while I was lecturing. This particular student, with long dark hair, was wearing a white short sleeved turtleneck shirt and a very short denim skirt. Her outfit was finished off with flip-flops. She sat there smiling at me as I prepared for lecture.
I was half way through my lecture before I temporarily lost my train of thought and had to pause to collect them. That derailment was caused when I looked up at Jill and she was using the end of her pencil to trace back and forth across her right breast, bouncing it across her hardening nipple with each pass. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, and the slight attention she was paying to one of her nipples had them both growing hard, poking out of the white shirt at me. I regained my composure and continued with my lecture, trying not to look at her so I could keep my train of thought going, and my dick from growing into an embarrassment. I couldn't resist looking back from time to time though, and once again I lost my train of thought. She had allowed her legs to spread under the writing arm of the seat she had her free hand under her desktop slowly pulling the hem of her already very short skirt up farther. It wasn't long before she had it pulled far enough up for me to be able to see she wasn't wearing anything under. Again it took me a moment to get my thoughts back on track and continue with my lecture. Somehow I managed to make it though the rest of class, finally dismissing the students. By then she had her legs far enough apart and her skirt far enough up that she was able to give me a good enough view of her pussy that I could see moisture glistening on her lips. Almost as soon as I had gotten a good look, her legs closed and she smoothed her skirt down as she stood up. Her notebook closed and was pulled tight to her chest, covering her hard nipples and she disappeared out of the room with the rest of the class.
I stayed and answered student questions and tried to put the view out of my mind. I was mostly successful with that until evening. When I closed my eyes a vivid image of her wet pussy lips leapt to my minds eye, immediately getting me turned on again. The night ended up with a nice porn movie to release the tension. Since there wasn't any more class that week I didn't see her again until Monday.
Once again she was sitting in lecture with a button down shirt and plaid pleated skirt. Her long dark hair was loose, hanging down over her shoulders, reaching well past her tits as she bent over to get her notebook out of her backpack. Class started and I began lecturing. It wasn't long before my eyes were drawn to Jill. She was sitting with no one close, and her hair pulled over her shoulders so that it laid on both sides of her chest. Between the two shocks of hair spread over her shoulders and chest, was a strip of tanned skin disappearing into the light blue button down blouse.
As class continued, that strip of skin continued to grow, until I was easily looking at the sides of her tits, the shirt undone practically to her navel. Every so often she would reach to her front and push the material around, until, very subtly, she had one tit mostly exposed, covered only with the hair laying across it. As her head moved up and down to take notes, her nipple slowly worked out between the strands until it was fully in my view. Nearly at the end of class she reached between her legs and I saw them spread slightly while she looked down at her paper. Her hand disappeared between her legs, pulling the skirt up until I had a clear view of her pussy. I practically choked when I saw her finger disappear into her pussy, and then sliding out again, glistening with her juices. I did my best to sound coherent in my lecture. When her finger went to her lips and sucked the juices off I was beyond keeping track of what I was saying. I finished my sentence and then looked at the clock.
With ten minutes to go, I announced a pop quiz and quickly wrote a question out on the board. With that done, I was able to stand back and watch Jill as she pulled a piece of paper from her notebook. She shook her head, and pulled her hair back, giving me a brief look at her fully exposed breast. The material was quickly closed and she buttoned it as she wrote the answer to her quiz. As most of the class was getting up to hand in their quizzes, I watched Jill as I looked over the bulk of the room. She closed her legs only when she thought someone might see her. I saw her hand disappear between her legs one more time just before she stood up. She walked up to me and handed me her quiz, running her finger over my hand. I could feel the trail of moisture she left there. After the room emptied, I reached my hand to my nose and the scent of pussy was clearly there. I picked up my stuff and headed back to my office, horny as hell.
Wednesday came and homework was due. Jill came in toward the end and set her paper on the pile, giving me a look as she did. She went to her new spot in the third row and sat down. She was wearing a white zipper down jumper, white stocking and heals. She looked like a million bucks. She sat down and I watched the clock to reach 2 for the start of class. I picked up lecture where I had left off last time. I worked through my material, glancing occasionally at Jill. I was getting better at keeping my eye on her and my mind on my lecture. She was trying that today though. Her jumper, had a single zipper, but it apparently had two pulls, one from the top and one from the bottom. It wasn't long before those two zippers began to move toward each other. My next surprise was that her stockings were not pantyhose, but stockings with a white garter. Before the end of class she had exposed more than half of her tits and I could easily see all the way to her shaved pussy. The end of class came and the zippers were quickly closed. She winked at me as she got up to leave. I picked up my stuff and headed back to my office.
When I got to my office, I pulled out the homework, and looked through until I found Jill's homework. I thought I noticed a note, and sure enough, there were a series of numbers. Three rows, labeled N, W and T. I sat and puzzled what they meant. It was late in the afternoon before I realized what the first two were. GPS coordinates. I quickly pulled up google earth and plugged in the numbers. The location was a spot north of town along the river. Now all I needed to do was figure out the T number. It was obviously a time and place, but what was the time? It took a while to figure out that if I calculated the number of hours from the beginning of the year, it would be exactly at noon on Saturday. I figured I should let her know that I understood, but how? I sent an e-mail indicating that I had a question on her homework, and would she stop by my office at a time of her choosing. Now all I could do was wait.
Jill showed up in my office on Friday afternoon.
"you wanted to see me?" Jill asked as she stepped into my office. She was wearing what I could only describe as a spandex tube that went from just over her tits to mid thigh, fitting like a glove over her curves.
"Yes. I was looking at your homework and I didn't understand what you had put down for one answer, but I think I figured it out since then."
"Oh good." She said as she sat down in the chair next to my desk. She had her back to the door and her legs facing me. She slid a hand down to the bottom hem of the dress and pulled it up until I could easily see her pussy. "I was hoping you would understand what I had put down."
"It took me a few minutes to puzzle it out, but yes, I finally got your point."
"oh good.!" She said with a smile, letting her hands leave the bottom hem while she spread her legs slightly, giving me both a better view of her pussy and holding the material tight so that I could still see. " I wasn't sure you would understand what I meant." She continued, keeping her voice even and professional in case someone overheard. Her hands, however were far from professional. She used both hands on the top of her dress, pulling it down until it was hooked under her bare tits. She then squeezed her arms together, pushing them tighter together and out toward me. She smiled at me with a huge sexy grin.
"I'm glad I got my point across. Do you think there are any other problems with that?"
"No, I think I completely understand. While I don't want to give the appearance of special treatment I think I can give you a fair grade with that information."
