A Bad Turned Good (open)

Professor Elliot Spencer walked across the grounds of the university scowling and ignoring the kids passing him by not even taking pleasure in some of the fearful looks they shot him. To say he was having a bad day was an understatement, his classes had all run late and the kids refused to settle down, most of the kids in their didn’t listen any ways because they were just here to get a degree and go home, his car had broken down and he had to get a taxi home, of course once he got home he realized he left the papers he needed to grade and finish by tomorrow back at his office which of course meant a return trip. Usually Elliot was much more strict and had a better handle on his life but the day had been long and it didn’t seem like it was going to be shorter any time soon.

Elliot walked into the main building and ignored the students shooting him fearful looks. He was well known around the campus for being strict and the kind of teacher who valued discipline over any thing else. It didn't help that he was a rather large man as if he should have been a professional wrestler and not a professor. He was bald with a goatee it was his eyes however that unsettled most people they were a bright violet purple and some how managed to be unsettling and captivating at the same time.

He reached his classroom and opened the door flicking on the lights quickly. He wanted to be home before some thing worse happened so he quickly found the papers he was looking for and stuffed them away. Once he was sure he had ever thing he needed he turned walking to the door and beginning to leave.

Before some thing else happened

McKenzy Crawford was pissed. The 5'5" petite blonde stormed across campus in her black stiletto pumps and pencil pants, her delicate features set in bitch mode. Her light blue eyes were ablaze as groups of students parted so she could pass through the narrow halls devoted to the Econ department in the building named after her great-grandfather. Everybody knew who she was, Kenz wasn't the type of rich kid who was ashamed of her legacy. She relished it and wasn't afraid of dropping the family name to get ahead. Once people on campus found out who she was, faculty, administration or otherwise, accommodations were made to suit her needs.

When she first came to campus, Kenz made it clear that the freshman dorms were beneath her and was quickly reassigned to grad school housing in an apartment complex on the edge of campus. With no RAs and absolute freedom, she made a name for herself with the epic parties she threw on a whim. Of course her grades suffered but what did she care, until her father stepped in and moved her to an apartment so far off campus with a doorman who she couldn't bribe to look the other way. But still she partied and at his whits end, Giles Crawford gave his only child an ultimatum. Shape up or be cut off. The apartment, the credit cards, the luxury coupe, all of it, gone if she didn't maintain a 3.0 GPA.

Lucky for Kenz, she wasn't the bimbo everyone assumed she was from the way she dressed and her $200 a month dye job. Occasionally applying herself did wonders and when that failed big blue puppy dog eyes did the trick. She wasn't above shedding a few crocodile tears either, or bribing a nerd with possibility of her company. That always worked, male or female, everybody wanted to hang with Kenz. No matter how much of a entitled bitch she was most of the time. She hadn't met a person who couldn't be swayed.

That is until she landed in Macro Econ I with Pissy Spency. Of course nobody called him that to his face. Aside from being one of the hardest professors on campus to please, he looked like a neanderthal with bald head and graying goatee. There was a joke that he broke legs for the mob in his downtime. His normal speaking voice was a growl furthering his "not to be fucked" with vibe. Kenz did her best to avoid his class but she needed it to graduate and her father pulled strings to get her into the 8 am class. She told him his demeanor was a front, that he was harmless and Kenz believed him until the midterm. She got a D and a note. "Simply being a Crawford will get you nowhere in my class young lady."

That did it. McKenzy Crawford didn't get Ds, not when she tried. She was so angry, livid really, she didn't even bother to tell her father. For once in her life, the 20-year-old was going to take matters into her own hands, even if it meant standing up to the biggest hard ass on campus.

She came to his door and took a deep breath before she barged in. "This is bullshit Professor Spencer," she shouted as she slammed the door behind her, then the test on his desk. "Complete and utter bullshit."

I was getting ready to leave already planning my relaxing evening at home when the dorm slammed open.

“Oh fuck what now” I murmured to my self-seconds later I got my answer in the form of the Crawford daughter barging into my room with fire in her eyes. I glanced down noting her recent paper in her hands and figuring it out far before she yelled at me and slammed the paper down on my desk.

I tried my best not to glare at the girl and or project my hatred to her father on to her. Even if I did hate his living guts I tried to be above that with the girl and or give her the benefit of the doubt. I ignored the persistent rumors about her being a party girl, and or her little tricks to get a leg up in class. However she proved to meet my expectations of her any ways. She rarely listened in my class and usually I had to call her out whenever she was on her phone.

In short she was like her father popular lazy and thinking the world owed them some thing. Usually she turned in good enough work however so I gave her the grade she deserved and did her no favors. This time however the piece in question was purely garbage and so I had no qualms about giving her the D.

“I shall remind you that barging in and yelling at a teacher is not going to get you far Ms. Crawford” I said standing up and picking her paper up “I gave you the grade you deserved and wrote what I did to caution you usually you turn in good work and deserve the grades you get but this paper was clearly a farce or some thing you though you could have fly under the radar I am no fool and have no intention of changing your grade” I told her quite simply as I handed the paper back to her.

"And being a complete and total dickhead isn't gonna get you laid Spencer," Kens couldn't stop herself from saying and once she let it go, nothing would stop her venom. "You walk around her like you're God's gift to teaching but you're just a weak nobody who couldn't cut it in the real world. My father told me all about you and why they call you Pissy Spency. Apparently it has nothing to do with your winning personality. It's not my fault you haven't had any pussy in who knows how long...I bet it's been years since you've even seen your dick..."

She heard herself from outside her body, listened as she berated the one man who held her livelihood in his hands. Sure he didn't know that but still McKenzy needed to pass his class to keep her GPA. Deep down she knew that this was not the way to do it, but still she couldn't stop herself once she'd gone full tantrum.

"...I didn't even want to take this godawful class but I didn't have a choice. And you know what else, I actually worked hard. Studied. Took notes. And for what, so you can use me in your sick twisted vendetta against my father...It's not fair." She felt tears filling her eyes and swiped them away with a well manicured finger before she snatched the paper off his desk and stormed out.

There was no way she would let that asshole see her cry, that's probably what he wanted anyway. But once it started Kens couldn't stop their flow, forcing her to run to run back to her illegally parked Audi A5 with custom hot pink paint job and plates that read "4KEN$". As much as she wanted to, she couldn't pull away. Her head on the steering wheel, McKenzy cried. But still she didn't call her father.

He starred at the door the loud boom it made when she slammed it shut echoing in his ears. His blood was pounding in his head and he furiously worked his jaw up and down even as a distant voice in his head scolded him for falling back into old habits. His mind however ignored it as a great anger welled up inside of him in response to her outburst.

HOW DARE SHE

He got up moving back so fast his chair clattered against the wall. He pushed himself away from his desk and walked to the door his eyes narrowed as his brain worked on auto pilot. He knew it! Knew that she would eventually slip up show her true colors. He had no doubt her father gave her plenty of stories about their time together in college. Sure she hadnt dared use them but now that she wasnt getting her way......

All bets were off

He walked past students who took one look at him and wisely moved out of his way. Even the faculty gave him a wide berth which left him free to steam and stew until he finally reached the double doors and pushed them open. He barged out looking around before spying her and noticing she was illegally parked.

Wonderful

He walked over stopping by her side door "come on" He said keeping his voice as neutral even as a hint of anger filtered it "I'm taking you to the deans office your little outburst means a write up and possible expulsion" He reminded her.

Kenz burst out laughing at Professor Spencer's threat of expulsion. "Thanks. I needed that," she said with a chuckle as she wiped her tears. "I could set the school on fire and the Dean Richards would still report is as an unfortunate accident. I wish you showed off that sense of humor in class. Maybe then your students would stay awake."

With that, the spoiled blonde flipped her hair, rolled up her windows , and sped off. Who the fuck did he think he was anyway? Regardless of who her father was, McKenzy knew she did good work when she put in the effort. Her GPA had gone up a half point since her father gave her that ultimatum and all she had to do was open her books. Put a little time in at the library. Succeeding wasn't that difficult once she buckled down. Spencer could go to the Dean if he wanted to but he would find that Uncle Garrett had a soft spot for the daughter of his favorite golf buddy.

She took a deep breath and spun her car around, heading back in the direction of the campus. Now that the little situation with big bad Pissy Spency was working it's way toward being resolved, Kenz decided to get back to her life. She sent a text to her sometimes boyfriend Quincy, the star forward of the university's soccer team to see what he was up to tonight. He'd probably be in the gym so early in the evening but that didn't mean she didn't expect a prompt response.

Within minutes her phone was ringing and a small smile crossed her plum stained lips. "What's up babes? Did you deal with Spency or what?"

"Sort of but I'm over it. What are you up to tonight," she asked, ignoring the sounds of grunts and clanging weights in the background.

"Whatever you want to babes. I'm free all night."

Kenz listened as Quincy said his good byes to his bros before she said, "Great pick me up in an hour." She didn't wait for him to respond, knowing that he would be at her place as instructed in his late model pick-up. But of course she would still make him wait and he wouldn't complain. Kenz always got her way.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Professor Spencer flexed his hand trying to use the action to dissipate the throbbing headache currently in his head. It didnt help so instead he shuffled his books around looking up and hoping beyond all hope that she didnt actually come. If she didnt he could write it off and tell the Dean and maybe just maybe she would get in trouble.

Though he doubted it

The dean as per her prediction simply waived his recount of what happened off. The dean was also quick to remind Elliot who there biggest supporter was. The Dean related to him (though he made it clear he would NEVER admit it) but said it was out of his hand.

then he punished Spencer

Well probably in his eyes it wasn't a punishment and more a bandage. Now they were going to be doing tutoring and Spencer would be spending his valuable time after school trying to get her grade up for her "make up" test. The make up test he was forced to give her that would if she passed it fix her grade.

What did it even matter if he tutored her? If she didn't pass the Dean would make her take it again and again until she got it right. Him tutoring her was simply a way for him to concede to her demands and the fact the Dean was paying him for it was probably in his eyes a way to placate Elliot.

He WASNT placated

He saw some one coming and rose pushing his jacket off and rolling up his sleeves. He took a deep breath and then blew it out pushing his anger away as he watched her come in.

"Hello Miss Crawford shall we begin" He said keeping his tone short but polite as he gestured to the chair for her to sit in.

Kenz was still pissed when she headed into Spencer's office. She couldn't believe Uncle Garrett had a nerve to call her father, when she was trying her best to keep him out of it. Of course her motives weren't as admirable as she tried to impress on the men but only the Dean was fooled. She had been working her father since childhood and only now did he begin to put the hammer down.

"You're a smart girl McKenzy, don't waste it pretending to be a bimbo. We aren't the Hiltons and you'll work for your money from now on young lady." She wanted to hate him for it, but that was the Crawford way. No one skated. Once you were of age, you were expected to add to the family's legacy or else be cut off. Kenz had cousins who thought they might avoid such a fate and paid for it. Literally. She was determined not to be one of those black sheep.

That didn't mean she had to be happy about it. She had to rearrange her entire extra-curricular schedule to make room for these stupid sessions. Kenz decided to keep her head down and her mouth shut to get the whole thing over quicker.

She couldn't help her face though. Brows furrowed, plump coral tinted lips drawn into a tight line as she made her way into his office. Kenz barely looked his waw, just dropped her bag on the floor next to the chair in front of his desk before she sat.

"Let's...I have pilates in two hours but I'd like to get a jog in before," she droned as she riffled through her back pack. And Kenz wasn't lying, she wasn't one of those girls who wore athletic clothing to be cute. The compression tights she wore, while emblazoned with pink polka dots, helped ease her shin splints and the matching high impact racer back tank top kept her girls from bouncing out of place. He long blonde hairs was pulled back in a sleek ponytail with a headband to keep her flyaways in place. "So teach...teach."

He watched her come in trying not to work his jaw to much as he took in her outfit. This was supposed to be a teaching lesson yet here she was not bothering to take it seriously coming into his class room half dressed and looking oh so.....

He clenched his fist pushing that thought away before it could fully form. Where did that come from? I mean sure she was cute but she was also his student! And the daughter of the guy who made his life a living hell in high school. He had no interest in getting involved with her and even if he did it would be his ass on the line.

"Very well" He said simply doing his best to sound neutral though it sounded forced "shall we begin" He said going over to the white board and regoing over the lesson plan. He tried to focus on what he did best teaching going through the lesson plan and breaking down why she got the grade she got on her last paper the cursed thing that started all of this.

It didn't take Kenz long to realize that she did in fact deserve the grade she'd gotten, but not for any malice on the part of her professor. He was halfway through reviewing Consumption function when she realized that she completely misunderstood the concept when they first went over it in class, and that made her do something she almost never did. McKenzy Crawford asked a questions and when he answered, she asked another, and another before she finally understood where she went wrong in her notes.

It was his explanations that made her start to look at mean old Pissy Spency differently. Sure he was curt and unfriendly but he actually was a good teacher if you paid attention. She hadn't even realized two hours had passed until her phone started buzzing in her purse. And again she surprised herself.

"Sorry," she said, only slightly embarrassed. "It's just my alarm but pilates can wait. I feel like I'm finally getting this bullshit. Keep going...please," she said as she turned her phone off.

"Okay" He said his eyes widening in surprise as he looked at her. For the last two hours he had tackled his "tutoring" session as best he could trying to actually show her what she did wrong so she could understand.

Surprisingly it worked

He knew she was smart heck she wouldnt have even gotten the grade she did if she didnt have some brains but he was surprised when she started asking questions and figuring out what she got wrong. He was more than eager to show her and soon got lost in the one on one teaching session.

"you sure?" Elliot said raising an eyebrow "you have done good better than i expected we can sunjourn for the night and meet back up for our next tutoring session I doubt it will take you very long to get this shit so to speak" He said coming over to his desk and leaning against his folding his muscular arms.

Kenz felt herself smiling at his compliment. It was almost unheard of for Spencer to say something nice to anyone, let alone a student who just a few weeks before insulted him in the worse way. It was an odd feeling.

"Sure...you probably have stuff to do," she said, not even believing it herself but there was nothing malicious in her tone. "Thanks for ruining my weekend. Now that I know where I went wrong I'm not going to be able to let this go until I get it," she said with a snort as she started packing up her stuff. "So...umm...I guess I'll see you in class on Monday."

With that Kenz slipped out of her desk, but the professor didn't give her much room to maneuver. Whether it was on purpose or not she wasn't sure, he had been known to use his size to intimidate students and faculty alike, but Kenz wasn't that kind of girl. She looked him square in the eyes, her body pressed against his for a moment before she broke free.

"You know you're gonna have to do something about that whole Hulk thing. Shit like that doesn't work on me, if you haven't noticed already. I'm not afraid of you," she said with a shrug as she turned towards the door.

"And i dont give off on instilling fear in you Ms.Crawford" He said ignoring her earlier words and narrowing his eyes at her retreating form "Trying to intimidate and fear you would mean that i found you to be a threat or even worthy of such tactics In short i feel the same way about you that I did your father indifference"

He turned meaning ot brush her off. He wasnt sure why the night was suddenly turning cold and sour between the two but that old resentment seemed to be creeping in both of her and her father.

He sighed and carefully recomposed himself before turning and cutting her off "I wouldn't lose much sleep over this" He said gesturing at the board and the issue they were tackling "your one of the smartest girls in the class and even now your already learning and getting it better two more tutoring session with me and you should pass your retest with flying colors" He said offering her a king smile "have a nice night Ms. Crawford" he said turning to his desk and preparing to leave.

"My father is a jackass and I'm nothing like him. Just because we have the same last name doesn't mean we're the same person so stop treating me like you wish you could have him," she said resuming her usual venom. He'd a soft spot without even knowing it and all the headway they'd made was gone in an instant. She was halfway to the door when she started but now she was retracing her step.

"You call that indifference... stomping around like some kind of animal. Beating your chest and frothing at the mouth. At least my dad admits he's an entitled jerk. You're nothing but a bully Spencer...you're no better than he is."

She felt the color rising in her otherwise tan face and tears of rage filled her eyes. Kenz probably should have stopped there but it was hard once she got going to rein herself back in. "You walk around this campus like your God's gift to teaching, treating people like shit because nobody's willing to tell you about yourself. You know why kids fail your class. Not because they don't try. Not because they don't study. Because they're too afraid to ask you questions and call you on your bullshit. That's not me Eliot Spencer. And that has Jack shit to do with who my father is. Flunk me I don't give a shit but you're not going to talk down to me because you hate my dad."

This time she didn't run away. Mckenzy Crawford stood her ground, her brain already working through the litany of consequences for this particular tirade. The punishment was worth the crime as far as she was concerned. In that moment she was standing up for everybody who had felt Spency's wrath.

Elliot Spencer had a bit of an anger problem

It wasnt some thing he was necessarily proud of as a matter of fact it was some thing of a dirty secret of his. Yet here with this infuriating woman who was the daughter of his arch enemy who was slamming him so openly.

All he could see was red

She bashed him standing her ground and glaring at him he felkt his hands tightening and his eyes narrowing and waited, waited until she stopped talking and an awkward silence filled the air.


An erie calm settled over him as he stepped forward drawing himself up to his full height until their chest were inches from one another. His brain screamed not to do it not to step over the line and put his job in jeopardy.

But he ignored it

"you think your very clever dont you?" He said looking down at her "sitting here turning your nose and flouncing around the campus as if you were better than every one else I wonder how they would feel if they knew you were being threatened to lose all your money if you dont pass this test like a good daddys girl I wonder if they would even still be interested in being your friend if you had no money? You think i am a bully well your nothing but a girl living off of her daddys money and living a lie I feel sorry for you that you have surrounded yourself with people who dont give a damn about you and will drop you the minute you lose your money who are all only interested in you because of who your dad is"

He reached out grabbing her chin forcing her to look in his eyes "I treat people like shit because they are shit honey" He said snorting "because only a handful of them like you are interested in getting a good education and the majority our only interested in what party there going to this week and who every one is fucking i dont give a damn about my students because they dont give a damn about this class so I suggest you realize that and grow up darling because you could actually be some thing if you get your head out of your entitled hot ass"

She should have been frightened, terrified, as Spencer stepped to her. His chest bowed up as he looked down his nose at her. She should have swatted his hand away as he grabbed her chin and continued his quiet tirade against her. But she didn't, her eyes locked in his intense gaze, Kenz was rooted in her spot. Unfortunately it wasn't fear that shorted out her brain leaving her immobile.

She couldn't explain it. Her back arched, shoulders rolled back but still she held his gaze. ..."entitled hot ass"... She played those words back in her mind, certain that he didn't even realize what he just admitted. But if that were true then he couldn't have recognized all the other compliments he paid her in the midst of his rant. They cooled the fire in her belly but didn't alleviate the hurt that came with everything else he said.

"You think I don't know that," she heard herself say, tears streaming unchecked down her face. Kenz was sure her makeup was running but she didn't care. "You think I don't know what people say about me behind my back. That everybody expects me to fail...You think I give a shit about that money? I sure as shit wouldn't have stood up to you if I did. So you can take all your backhanded compliments and fuck off," she said quietly, her little blue eyes brimming with tears.

But still she stood her ground with his hand firm on her chin.

The anger was cooling in Elliot as well causing his eyes to soften as he took her in. Eyes full of tears and a few even spilling off out of her eyes and onto her cheek still she held her ground staring up at him trying to keep it all in. He opened his mouth as if to speak but suddenly he was kissing her kissing her passionately as he grabbed her and pulled her close.

His hands ran down her back rubbing the small of her back almost lovingly as he kissed her. His min d was still screaming out its warning to him but he was to far gone in the sweet taste of her lips. It was only know that he realized how much he wanted this how much he craved her.

He finally pulled away and locked eyes with her once more "your better than that smarter than most dont forget that" He told her even as the full reality of what he did began to take hold.

She should have pushed him away and Kenz raised her hands to do just that but found herself clutching his at his shirt front. The professor who threatened to ruin her academic career was giving her the sweetest kiss of her short spoiled life.

McKenzy knew it was wrong, even as she pressed her body to his. Her hands drifted up to run her nails against his thick beard. But just as she rocked up onto her tip toes, Prof. Spencer was pulling away and wiping away the last of her tears.

"You're better than that smarter than most dont forget that."

She blushed at that and forced herself to pull away. Her hands shook as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she back away from him. Not for fear but because she didn't want to look away, didn't want to hide the silly grin plastered across her face.

"Have a good weekend Professor," she managed to say before she dipped out of his classroom. On the to her car, McKenzy felt like she was floating. She forgot all about Pilates and her date with Quincy, drove straight to her expensive condo. Once inside she went straight to her bedroom, stripped down and masturbates furiously to the thought of Pissy Spency bending her over his desk.

He masterbated right there in the classroom

He simply pushed his pants down after she left not really caring if the door was locked. He was delirious with pleasure barely realizing what he was doing until he was in his chair and furiously working his cock up and down with his large hands. He had his eyes closed replaying the kiss over and over again in his mind as he used it to fuel his pleasure.

And it didn’t feel wrong at all

He moaned her name several times as he did it not bothering to hide it. He wanted her and that was all that mattered and sure enough within seconds his cock was bursting out and thick ropes of his cum was splattering all over the desk.

With the release came a measure of reasoning back though he felt no shame or guilt and only confusion. When had he fallen for her? When had he became obsessed with his most hated enemies daughter? Because now standing here cleaning his own cum up he knew it to be true.

He FUCKING wanted her

And so he found himself waiting for her on their next tutoring session wondering what would happen. He was wearing his most handsome suit and his bolvargi cologne clearly ready to seduce or impressed. Even though he hadn’t spoken to her since the… well the fucking kiss of a life time he hadn’t gotten in trouble for it which meant he could hold out hope for now.

In the days that followed, McKenzy found a new level of focus for her studies. Well, for Econ anyway. She wanted to impress the professor, to prove that he was right about her. The kiss had nothing to do with it, or so she told herself when she started showing up to his class a few minutes early and moved her seat from the back row to the front. She'd even rearranged her notes in the way he suggested in their first session.

She was a little hurt when he paid her no extra attention in class though. He greeted her with the stiff nod he had before. Kenz assumed that he wanted it all forgotten and guessed it would be the end of their private session. But at the end of their second class that we week, Prof. Spencer made it a point to remind her of their meeting the next day. Kenz cancelled all her plans after that. There wasn't much to do on a Thursday night before a long weekend. Quincy was still pissed she blew him off and had been avoiding her all week. Plus most of her friends were headed home, canceling movie night with the rest wasn't that big a deal.

Kenzy rushed home at the end of her day to change out of her plain Jane outfit and put on something more alluring. She wasn't sure what Spencer might have in mind for her but she wanted her message to be clear. Clearer than what her running off the last time might have implied. She decided on a black skirt that was just barely appropriate with black thigh high tights. The elaborate lace tops would show if she crossed her legs the right way so she added a garter belt. "To keep them from sliding " she told herself as she stood in her full legnth mirror. That's when she noticed her naked pussy framed by the garter and shook her head. In her rush to be sexy she forgot about the red lace g-string she'd planned to wear. It matched the sheer camisole she planned to wear under a simple gray cardigan. She took it as a sign and left the skimpy panties on the bed and finished getting dressed. A pair of black suede ankle boots completed the outfit and Kenz slicked her hair back in a tight ponytail before she headed out the door.

Her hands trembled as she drove back to campus and found a spot close to the building. A few quick breaths settled her nerves before are got out her car and headed inside. The building was deserted and she took that as another sign that brought a grin to her peach tinted lips. His door was open, which was almost unheard of given his personality and she find herself grinning as she gave a perfunctory knock before she stepped inside.

"I'm not late am I," she said,all of a sudden nervous. It looked like he'd been waiting and the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was wasting his time. Kenz hastily took her seat and unpacked her bag. "Ready when you are teach," she said crossing her legs under the desktop.

He heard her come in just as he was questioning this, was it a good idea to persue what he thought was going to happen? I mean he was her teacher for fucks sake! And if he did what he wanted to do (and REALLY REALLY wanted to do) he could get fired or possibly worse. Was he really ready to take that gamble just for her?

Her outfit blew all of that out of the water

With all that had happened he wasnt sure if she was truly going to be down but there she was coming in dressed in such an evocative manner he literally had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning. She walked over and for a second he was tempted to just say fuck it and throw himself at her like a hungry animal. He watched instead as she sat down uncrossing and crossing her leg to show that she was bare and completely accessible to him.

And with it gave her consent

"no luckily i didnt have to come find you" he said his cock jumping in his pants and making no move to hide it "we have a lot to cover and i am going to be drilling you hard to make sure your ready for what i throw at you" he said closing the door and locking it before coming back over.

"you been doing better a lot better" He said referring to their class session "which is why im making your move up here closer to me permanent so much so that were going to be doing some thing different" he said leaning back on his desk folding his arms and flexing his muscles "I want you to show me what you got" he said his voice the hint of a challenge as he eye fucked her.

Kenz felt the color in her face rise as he looked at her and was speechless as he spoke to her with challenge in his tone. This was not the same man who lorded over his classroom in sweater vests and cheap department store brand khakis. There was a playfulness in his eyes and he'd actually smiled at her in a way that made it impossible for her to deny that he was indeed flirting with her.

Then she heard the distinct click of the lock on his door being engaged and noted the slight bulge in his pants as he settled on the front of his desk. It was a posture he assumed often enough that she wasn't surprised by it. It was the way her body responded that shocked her. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her camisole and sweater. Her tongue came out to wet her tinted lips as she shifted nervously in her seat.

"Well I figured since it worked in our private sessions then it might carry over into class," she said of her seat move and leaned to put her elbow up on her desk. "I'm more focused at the front with only you and the board to look at. I think I'm ready for anything you got Professor. I can take it."

"you can can you?" He said his spin shivering at her words. She was willing and by god so was he. It was taking all his self control not to grab her and throw her over the desk,.... to run his hand down her body and-

He shook the thought away instead focusing on her. He wasnt interested in hurrying this along... no he wanted to play with her see how far he could push her. He flicked his tongue over his lips watching her for a while before moving off the desk.

"Well lets see how much good it has done" He said grabbing a dry erase marker and coming over. His cologne hitting her nose as he leaned in until they were face to face and he opened her fingers putting the dry erase marker in her hands before leaning back and going back to his desk

Her body tingled as he touched her hand. Kenz looked up at him, her tongue coming out to slide across her lips before she slid out from behind the desk and made her way to the white board. She knew the theory well, they'd been covering it all week but still her hands shook as her eyes glanced across the equations on the board. There was a tremor in her voice as she worked the problem out aloud. He wrote it high up on the board so she had to reach up on her tiptoes as she began the solution.

Balanced on one foot with one arm extended high above her head, her entire outfit shifted upwards. The sweater rose to reveal the hints of the butterfly trap stamp she got on her 18th birthday. The hem of her skirt came up high on her thighs, completely exposing her the lace top of her thigh high stockings and the straps of her garter. And the underside of her plump young ass.

But Kenz barely noticed, so intent on finding the solution. On proving him wrong. And herself for that matter. Part of her had gotten a little down on herself about how poorly she had been doing in Spencer's class. All she'd done was live up to the stereotypes of what people thought a Crawford should be. Lazy. Elitist. Entitled. Bitch. It was exhausting and for once in her life someone was challenger to be different. Maybe that's why she was so drown to the surly professor.

"Did I do it right," she said when she was finally done and turned to face him. The top button of her cardigan had popped open, that she recognized but she didn't fix it. "I went over this for hours last night. Please tell me I finally got it," she said unable to control the little whine that came to her voice as she looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

The wine in her voice snapped him out of the hard intense eye fucking he was giving her. She probably hadnt really noticed but thanks to the outfit she was wearing her little "problem solving" was a perfect time to oggle her. Her jiggling tits, her brief flashes of her toned legs and sexy under garments, it had taken all of him not to just whip his cock out and begin jacking off to her right then and there. His lust for her was all consuming and he knew it just like he knew he needed it bad.

"mmm" he said looking over at the problem and looking it over "yes it would seem you did" he said getting up and going over to her. He turned her pressing his hard throbbing cock into her ass as he brought her back over to the dry erase board.

"One more i think just to make sure the lesson has sunk in I think Ms. Crawford" he said breathing into her ear. He reached out with one hand grabbing the marker form her hand firmly and then reaching out to draw another problem his on the board which gave him plenty of opportunity to grind his cock into her.

"now since you have proven you understands the basic any fuck ups this time will result in strict punishment" he told her handing her back the marker and making sure to run his fingers against hers "answer the problem please" he said his hands going to her ass hiking her skirt up. His hands began kneading her ass before he sunk down pulling her ass cheeks apart his tongue flicked out lightly over her ass hole.