A New Professor

He settled comfortably into his chair as she gave her brief explanation. "If I didn't care about my students I sure wouldn't be in this job. I guess you did stand out a bit this morning, for obvious reasons. I'm not used to being flashed. So yes, I'd say that you caught my eye. It irritated me a bit that you were playing like that ... then you got - don't take offense - 'snotty' on me. So I guess you know where I was coming from. But bottom line, my job is to help you be successful in learning."

He didn't remember ever sharing so much with a student. While initially he'd felt uncomfortable; hell, fucking mad at one point, he saw something in this young lady that he liked. And not just what he'd seen earlier.
 
She was glad when he sat down, it made it so that she didn't have to crane her neck to see him. She hated being at that big a disadvantage. It made her feel more vulnerable that she liked. She listened while he spoke and gave a small, unladylike, snort when he called her 'snotty'. She didn't think she'd ever been called that before. A few other things, but never snotty.

"I think I've been fairly successful at my schooling all on my own, why would I need your especial help? And just how do you think you're going to help me?"

It seemed a fair enough question, but she couldn't help but letting her voice drop a small bit, taking on a sensual tone, adding innuendo to the question...he really was fun to tease, though she wasn't sure why.
 
He wasn't sure what he expected, but she certainly came off more than a little bratty. For just a fleeting moment when he thought of her bratty act he had an image of her with her hands on hips and tapping her foot impatiently. Of course she was still seated and starting to get her attitude back.

"Well, I think I just did help you by calling you on that paper. Maybe you took offense to it, but I'd be helping no one if I let sloppy work slide by.", he said with more of the authoritative air of a professor. She didn't seem to care much that he'd just let his guard down and given her more insight than he normally would.

"But I've got a few years of experience and, if I may say so in all modesty, a little more knowledge than most of my students. Those that wish to learn, I'm always happy to help."
 
"But I've got a few years of experience and, if I may say so in all modesty, a little more knowledge than most of my students. Those that wish to learn, I'm always happy to help."

The man was irritating as hell. She wasn't sure why she was still sitting there listening to him insult her. Her work was not sloppy and yet he continued to insist that it was. It truly made her want to lean across the desk and smack him, while at the same time she had the infuriating desire to know what he looked like out of his clothes.

It was truly annoying.

"Why do I get the impression that there's not actually modest bone in your body Dr.? Many infuriating ones, and at least one that seems to delight in insulting me, but modest? That I highly doubt."
 
"Do you think I subscribe to Ted Turner's self-description that 'I'd be perfect if I were only a little more modest.'?", he said with a chuckle. "Believe it or not, I don't. I have many faults, but don't mistake faults in one area with the fact that someone can have an aptitude in others. And don't discount that I might have learned something in the 20 or so years that I've been around longer than you."

"But I'm sure you'll take that wrong, which is not my intent. As I said, my goal is to help you be more successful ... even if you've been doing well. Which you obviously had." He felt very comfortable in his role with this young lady. And what was his role? He realized that it was swimming somewhere in the back of his head. Yes, teacher ... but teacher of what? It wasn't that he felt she needed help with the coursework; that was obviously something she could do even if there were some technical areas she could improve on.

He realized that without saying it he was thinking there were some "life lessons" that he could impart if she were really interested. And he knew what gave him that idea ... the hard-on he got during class earlier when she'd shown a little more than she should have. He realized that if he had the option he'd be glad to show her some of the more .... er ... dominant if he was honest with himself ... methods that he'd learned to employ.
 
"But I'm sure you'll take that wrong, which is not my intent. As I said, my goal is to help you be more successful ... even if you've been doing well. Which you obviously had."

Alexis leaned back in her chair as he spoke, letting her body relax into a more comfortable position. Watching him closely she avoided being quite as forward as she had been in class earlier but that didn't stop her from drawing her hair over one shoulder, making a show of the thick mane and twirling one strand around her finger, while her thighs parted just slightly, not flashing, just showing a peek of her inner thighs...a temptation, not a blatant invitation.

"I don't discount your experiences Dr. Arrow. I'm sure there is plenty you could teach me, all I was saying was that I don't think those lessons are going to come up in your classroom."

She offered him a teasing grin and just couldn't resist adding, "Though from the amount of time you spent behind the podium I suspect you did."

Still giving him a warm grin she shook her head at her own brashness, " I should probably apologize for that comment but I wouldn't mean it. There is something about you that just sets me to teasing."
 
"There is something about you that just sets me to teasing."

"Well, if this is true confessions, then you're right. That teasing session got to me.", he admitted. Rather than say how, he just stretched out his legs and let the bulge (not even a full hard on) in his jeans make his message. He didn't consider it nearly as overt as her earlier teasing. He did feel a renewed rush of blood heading south as Alexis (which is now how he thought of her) did her hair thing. She really was a lovely young lady.

He saw her eyes go to his crotch and realized that he unintentionally was doing a bit of teasing of his own. He didn't cover, rather he crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head in a seemingly relaxed pose.
 
"Well, if this is true confessions, then you're right. That teasing session got to me."

A smile curved her lips at his confession. Every young woman liked to hear that she could get a reaction from a man when she was trying to, there was a rush to it like no other. An clearly he could tease himself! The smile on her lips faded a bit as he stretched and she saw a bulge in his pants that made her eyes widen and her mouth water.

Good god the man was hung! And if she wasn't mistaken he wasn't fully hard yet (the bulge just didn't have those sharply defined lines yet) which would mean there was more than she could see even now. For a moment she thought she was going to simply jump on him but a voice in the back of her mind reminded her that this was her teacher, she could get into just as much trouble as him if she followed the urges that we humming through her now.

"It seems you know how to do a bit of teasing yourself, Dr. Arrow," she murmured, her voice taking on a slightly breathy tone while her eyes were still held fascinated on his groin and her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Suddenly uncomfortable in her chair she shifted slightly, her thighs parting a pit more, not so much to tease him as to simply improve airflow around a pussy that was suddenly very warm indeed.
 
"It seems you know how to do a bit of teasing yourself, Dr. Arrow."

He really didn't think of himself as teasing when he first stretched out, but it appeared that he had gotten a reaction. He wasn't sure if he was really looking for one, but an red-blooded American guy liked getting reactions from nice looking (Hell, he could admit to himself at least, that she was hot), lady. He continued to look at her eyes, but his peripheral vision picked up that she'd spread her legs just a little bit more.

He was just about at that point where the pressure of more blood going to his groin, plus the visual and mental stimulation, and he felt tightness in his jeans ... which just fed the cycle and added stimulation. He realized that he was on the way to a hard-on much stronger than this morning. But he wasn't behind any podium now!
 
Alexis watched at the bulge she was eyeing grew more defined and felt a shiver of warmth race down to pool in her belly. Damn but she wanted what that man was packing! Letting her tongue dart out across her lips she shifted, almost uncomfortably in her seat and finally looked up to catch his eyes, her own flashing with heat and need.

"I think I should go before all the innuendo buries us or I do something that will get us both in trouble."

Her voice was soft, and she nodded her head to emphasize her words but her body was clearly not agreeing with her head as she didn't move an inch in her seat. In truth what she wanted to do was open his pants and see what was making that bulge, she wanted to run her fingers along it, feel all that hardness, maybe even dip her head down and taste it. With that image in her head she felt herself shifting again and caught the first scent of the arousal that was making her own body hot and slick.

Damn but she was going to need to get off when she made it back to her dorm!
 
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He thought to himself it was a classic case with Alexis that the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. In this case she said she had to go, but she didn't budge ... except to continue to shift and (involuntarily?) show more leg. He had to admit he was now teasing ... and he had to admit he now saw the attraction of it!! It felt pretty damn good.

He remained silent; there was no way he wanted to break this spell. But the cycle continued and he realized he was very close to a full fledged boner in his jeans. Her gaze was almost as sensuous as a caress ... or her warm soft breath on him. Damn, what made him think of that?!?! He loved oral and thinking of her mouth close to him ... the sassy mouth that he was sure could do much more than smart off ... was definitely cock-hardening.

He only shifted slightly for comfort ... there was no pleasure in the constraint tight jeans offered when he was fully erect. And he was quickly approaching that, feeling more blood rush south. His smile widened as she didn't move, so he hazarded a subtle, "Why such the rush? You did pick the last appointment of the day for a reason."
 
"Why such the rush? You did pick the last appointment of the day for a reason."

It took a moment for the fact that he'd spoken to sink into Alexis' brain. She was staring like an animal mesmerized by a snake and she knew it. Except this snake was confined and from the tightness she was seeing in his jeans, it didn't look like it could be comfortable. Dragging her eyes away from it she shifted in her chair again, her skirt riding up higher now, to the point that if she moved again she'd be flashing him once more.

"So I did," she finally managed to say, her voice thick and low, heat in her gaze as it lifted to meet his. "Though I think if we tease each other much more, we're both going to be very uncomfortable."
 
"Uncomfortable? Are you uncomfortable? Don't tell me you're pulling that old line that you need to get more comfortable?", he said lightheartedly. He was amazed what a little sexual tension could do to unravel what had started out as a tense interchange. But he also realized that there were many other physical manifestations of arousal besides just blood heading south. What did they say it was? Endorphins? Whatever, it definitely numbed pain and made everything just a little more easy to take.

Then he caught himself mentally and realized that he just admitted this young vixen had aroused him. He felt it in his crotch, but hell, he hadn't gotten a boner in front of a woman in 'public' since his own college days. Sure, he hid them when he let his fantasies go wild, but he definitely was not hiding this one. He based that on seeing her eyes focused like a laser at his crotch.
 
Alexis chuckled softly as he made his comment about her getting more comfortable. She didn't have any buttons to undo on her blouse or she might have. Of course she wasn't wearing a blouse but a halter top, there was no opening it just a bit, the thing was either on or off so she couldn't taunt him that way. Her skirt was already up high so she couldn't taunt him that way.

Finally she did the only thing she could think of, she gave him a small smirk, kicked her shoes off and shifted her body. She didn't care that her skirt rode up even higher as she lifted long legs to let her feet, crossed at the ankles, rest at the edge of his desk. It was an angle that him a clear view of her legs, all the way up to her cleanly shaven pussy as well as the curve of her ass on the bottom.

"This is more comfortable but doesn't really solve the problem. But then being comfortable isn't what I usually look for, I like things a little more interesting than that," she said, her eyes daring him now to take the next step.
 
He smiled, which he realized would probably look like an evil grin. He didn't much care as it wasn't his face she was looking at. As she shifted and lifted her legs onto his desk directly across from him he go the full view. And quite a view it was. He could essentially see everything; he involuntarily wiped his hand across his mouth. He was afraid he might be drooling ... but of course he wasn't. He actually was probably looking a little more composed than what he was feeling or thinking.

He spent some time letting his gaze travel up her legs. There wasn't any sense in not being obvious, they were both beyond the "coy" phase at this point. He definitely was enjoying the view and in no hurry to change the dynamics. Hell, she could get pissed off again and go in a huff. He didn't want to lose this vision ... and whatever else the vision may be promising.

But he was now definitely getting uncomfortable. If he were in public he'd try to be quick or hidden about the next action, but not today. He slowly raised his hand and slowly adjusted himself within his jeans. It actually felt good to have a sliver of relief from changing the way he was positioned in his pants. It allowed him to actually feel a little freedom in his hard-on. Of course, it also emphasized his size.
 
Alexis shivered as his eyes roamed up her legs. His look alone was almost tangible, almost a caress and she savored the feel of it on her skin. Skin she knew was as smooth and soft to the touch as it looked, skin she took the time to take care of for just that reason.

When his hand moved she watched it, her tongue darting across her lips as he adjusted his cock in his jeans. A cock she was longing to see, to feel. She wanted to touch the monster she could tell was hiding there but wasn't quite certain how to take the next step. She couldn't quite bring herself to just jump him, after all right now they hadn't done anything that couldn't be played off...if either moved much further they were going into territory that couldn't be taken back.

She didn't want a take back...she wanted what he was taunting her with!

"Feeling better now?" she asked and nodded toward his cock, making it clear what she meant. "I was always glad I didn't have one of those just so I wouldn't have to be concerned about my clothes getting tight...just wet."
 
"Feeling better now?"

He ignored the rest of what she was saying, although he did hear something about 'wet'. That was a given in his mind, just inhaling deeply he could smell her arousal. Now he was just focusing on the fact that she had caught his not-so-subtle show. He didn't want it to be missed and sure enough it hadn't been.

"Actually, I could feel a little better. You know, some freedom from this tightness would probably feel much better," he said. He left that statement in the air while he looked pointedly up her skirt.
 

"Actually, I could feel a little better. You know, some freedom from this tightness would probably feel much better,"


Watching his eyes travel up her skirt she did the first thing that came to mind. She uncrossed her ankles and let her thighs slide open slightly, just letting him see the glistening evidence of her own arousal as clearly as she could see his.

"Well then, don't be modest on my account. Give it the freedom it needs," she all but purred, her eyes focused on his crotch once more, clearly eager to see him revealed.
 
"Well then, don't be modest on my account. Give it the freedom it needs."

"It, how impersonal!!", he joked. "Are you talking about this?" he said as he once again reached for his crotch. Rather than simply adjust himself he grabbed his length and moved it slowly side to side knowing that he was doing it to entice. His eyes didn't leave her legs as she shifted. It was a definite invitation. He was pretty much beyond thinking logically; that's the disadvantage of being a guy and having all the blood travel to his "other" head.

He saw that she was watching his hand on his crotch. Just as slowly he lifted his hand and unbuckled his belt. "You know, I may need some help from this point.", he said very softly.
 
She laughed softly at his words but her eyes were all for his cock. The outline alone should have been terrifying but Alexis liked men with some size to them. For her it was just an added enticement. When he reached for his belt she all but purred and nearly groaned when he stopped and unbuckling it.

"You know, I may need some help from this point."

It was softly spoken but she didn't miss it. It was the invitation she'd been waiting for! Sliding her feet off his desk she rose to her feet, not bothering to smooth the skirt bunched around the top of her thighs and moved around the desk. With a wicked grin curving her lips she straddled his thighs, not quite sitting on them, standing on her toes to straddle them, and reached down, her fingers brushing across the button at the top of jeans.

"Is this what you need help with Dr. Arrow?" she asked her voice soft and eager. "Just how may I be of assistence?"
 
"Is this what you need help with Dr. Arrow?" she asked her voice soft and eager. "Just how may I be of assistance?"

"You know, you're right ... you are a very bright student," he said as she reached for his belt. "You can help give me that freedom I need. Just undo that belt and those jeans. I think that your current state deserves a full salute from me," he quipped.

He felt her slowly settle herself on his legs while she straddled him and fumbled with his clothes. It wasn't lost on him that she was dry humping his leg as she was working his buttons. He didn't mind in the least, that just meant she was getting nicely primed. Maybe he'd feel a little relief as well as freedom.
 
"You can help give me that freedom I need. Just undo that belt and those jeans. I think that your current state deserves a full salute from me,"

Reaching down with a soft laugh she fingered the line of his cock still trapped in his jean, "It seems to me that I'm already getting a full salute!"

Reaching for his belt her fingers were deft and sure, unlatching it and swiftly pulling it through the loops, savoring the slithery sound until she dropped the strip of leather on top of his desk with a satisfying thunk of the buckle to wood.

Tipping her head down she touched her forhead to his, eyes locked on his as she spoke, "You know, if this is half as impressive as it looks, we're going to go wayyyyy into 'point-of-no-return' territory."

She meant it as a warning and promise. Once that line was crossed she wasn't going to cry 'foul' on him.

Opening his pants she let the denim part, giving him more room and she simply couldn't resist, she reached inside, finding the length of him and stroking him and laughing as she found him as bare as she was. Curling her fingers around that monster length she drew it out a soft purring filling her throat as she stared and her tongue darted out across her lips once more.

"Oh my, that is quite impressive Dr. Arrow!" she gasped, her voice giddy as she stared and continued to stroke him in long, slow caresses, learning the feel of his flesh.
 
"Oh my, that is quite impressive Dr. Arrow!"

He was used to a similar reaction ... and as the old saying went, 'no brag, just fact.' So the compliment didn't really affect him, but her touch certainly did. I inhaled deeply and could have sworn the aroma of her arousal intensify. That just served as an additional stimulus, as if her touch needed more. He signed with pleasure and not a little of satisfaction at having this lovely young lady handling him.

He hadn't commented on her 'warning' about point of no return until she had him out. "Yes, I would say that this is definitely beyond what I expected when I started the day. But I'm quite certain at this point that I have no desire to 'return' to the before stage."

He felt himself flex involuntarily as she handled him. Her comment about being at full salute had been close, but the feel of her soft, warm touch had definitely pumped him up. Or maybe it was his flexing that seemed to make him surge. He watched her lick her lips and that just about sent him. "You know, you might find something else to lick right there in your hand."
 
"You know, you might find something else to lick right there in your hand."

Giving a soft laugh Alexis lifted her head, taking her eyes off the large piece of flesh in her hand to smile up at Dr. Arrow. It seemed he had read her mind! Getting her mouth around that cock was exactly what she'd been thinking about when she'd licked her lips...and she wanted to do MUCH more than just lick it!

"You'd like that wouldn't you, having this big, hard cock, inside my mouth?" she asked, her voice a low purring.

She didn't wait for an answer but simply slid from his lap, and folded down to her knees in front of him. With her hands on his knees, she pushed his thighs open so she could move up between them, her hand wrapping around his cock once more while her head tipped, her tongue darting out to swirl around just the head.

Rolling her eyes up to watch him she kept the tip of his cock close to her mouth while her hand pumped him, letting her warm breath wash across him as she spoke, "So how do you like your cock sucked Dr. Arrow? Slow and leisurely, or hard and eager?"
 
So how do you like your cock sucked Dr. Arrow? Slow and leisurely, or hard and eager?"

He'd never been asked that before, which made his mind immediately jump to the fact that while Alexis was young, she was certainly a very unique lady. In the back of his mind he wondered just how compliant ... dare he think submissive ... she really was. All these thoughts flashed by in milliseconds as he looked at the erotic vision of his pulsing cock nearly being brushed by her sexy lips.

"Well, that depends on my mood ... but after all the teasing today, I'd definitely have to vote for 'hard and eager'," he said. "That is if you can show me just how eager you are."
 
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