A Thorough Education (closed)

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Closed for thefungirl

"And that's where you made the mistake on questions seven and twelve," Dr. Bianca Lisande concluded. "Might have earned a B if you'd not left out that step."

The young man nodded glumly. "Yeah. Thanks, Professor." He rose, shouldering his backpack.

Bianca hid a smirk. These were the first office hours she'd held since handing back the first exam. Today had been a long parade of confused freshmen who'd just realized college might be harder than they expected. "Okay, Michael. Send in the next student, please."

The freshman nodded. "I think there was only one more after me," he replied. He opened her office door and stepped through.

A moment later, Bianca's heart did a delightful two-step as a mound of dark curls appeared at the edge of the door. A pair of impossibly blue eyes followed. Ah yes, the teen goddess in Bianca's freshman calculus class. "Yes, do come in," Bianca beckoned.

Bianca watched over the top of her glasses as the leggy beauty cautiously stepped into her office abs closed the door. Courtney was on the tall side for a girl; probably just shy of 5'9". Bianca liked girls that with long legs; as an impressive blonde that stood eye-to-eye with many men, she enjoyed being around females that didn't make her look like a giant.

Bianca also admired the none-too-subtle swell of Courtney's curves. Fall has arrived early this year and the thin sweater was doing wonderful things with the freshman's chest. Bet she'd stopped a few cars crossing the street in that outfit.

Bianca missed the days when she could dress like that. Her own magnificent bosom would have been barely contained by that sweater and she rather adored the attention that used to bring. But college professors who wanted to keep their jobs couldn't dress like 18 year old sorority girls.

Not could they be seen ogling such girls, particularly their own students. Bianca forced her gaze away. Even so, the warmth between her thighs had risen several degrees. Bianca uncrossed and recrossed her long legs beneath her desk.

Bianca tucked a wayward strand of her pale golden hair behind her left ear and gestured for the girl to take a seat. "Hello, Courtney. What can I do for you?"

 

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As Courtney Kim waited outside the professor's office, her recent test clutched in her hand, she couldn't help but feel the other students were looking at her. The gaggle of freshmen gathered in the hall were all there to discuss the results of their first test, just as Courtney was, and it wasn't difficult to deduce that the ones who were there had not done well. That was certainly true of the dark haired eighteen year old. The problem was, Courtney was Korean American, and in her experience, most people seemed to think that all asians were good at math; a stereo type that was most definitely not true in her case, as her test score indicated.

To make matters worse, Courtney had been the last of the students to arrive, which meant she would be the last to meet with Dr. Lisande, if she even got a chance to do so before the professor's office hours ended. As the students disappeared into the office, one by one, Courtney found herself questioning why she was so bad at math. Her dad was an accountant and her mom was a chemist. There was no reason she should be so clueless about math. But, then again, she had always been quite different from her family. For one, at over 5'8 she was taller than both her parents by at least a couple of inches. She seriously wondered sometimes if perhaps her parents had adopted her and just never told her. Or kidnapped her, she thought as another student went in to the office only to emerge five or ten minutes later.

"You can go in now," the departing student said. It took the freshmen girl a moment to realize that he was speaking to her. Sitting up straighter, Courtney glanced around and saw that she was indeed the only student left in the hallway. Pushing herself up off the floor and dragging her book bag behind her, she stepped into the professor's office.

"Hello, Courtney. What can I do for you?" Dr. Lisande said as she gestured for the 18 yr old to have a seat.

"I just wanted to discuss my test score with you," Courtney began as she slipped into the chair in front of the professor's desk, letting her book bag fall next to the chair. As she placed her paper on the desk she continued, "Well, I guess what I was wondering was whether you knew of any good tutors. Or if there was any extra work I could do to bring my score up? "

"Math is not my thing," she finally said in summation as she looked up from the paper to Dr. Lisande.

 

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Bianca had to resist the urge to grin as she spoke with Courtney. The lascivious professor had been stoking a thirst for the curvaceous Asian since the first day of class, but today was the first time she'd been able to interact with the freshman. And Courtney was saying all the right things.

"Oh, I'm sure you might have more ability than you think," Bianca countered. "Tell me about your experience with math."

Despite her own relatively young age, Bianca was quite experienced at manipulating her partners. She enjoyed being the dominant in a relationship, so she'd learned quickly how to spot a potential submissive. It was all about finding the right pressure points.

Courtney's were easy. As she shared a few details about her background, the student's desire to prove herself to her parents became quite clear. Courtney feared getting a C in a subject her parents both excelled at. That gave Bianca the perfect leverage.

"I think you may just need some assistance, Courtney. Perhaps some intensive training. In fact, I might be able to work with you on it some," Bianca replied as Courtney asked for help. "Mind you, this isn't something I do for just any student. We'd have to keep this just between us. But you've got certain qualities that make me think you worth some . . .extra attention."

Bianca rise from her chair and circled around her desk. She could feel the girl's eyes roam across her body. Bianca's own long legs combined with a few inches of high heels made her quite statuesque in height. But it was the slight jiggle of her massive chest that garnered the eye; Bianca's silk blouses were all custom tailored to fit her melons without looking either too snug or too loose on her slender frame.

"In fact, I have time for a private session now, if you want it," Bianca continued. She stepped to the office door and turned the lock. "I wouldn't want us to be disturbed," she explained.

Bianca strode back towards the desk. "Of course, I will need your complete cooperation if I am to provide this extra benefit to you. I will need you to follow my instructions."

This time Bianca didn't sit behind her desk, but rested her lovely posterior on the front edge. This put a nice strain on the pencil skirt she wore, which now outlined her toned thighs. Also, with Courtney seated in a chair in front of her desk, this position meant Bianca no longer had a few feet of wood separating them. Now Courtney was almost within arms reach.

"And there will some hard work involved. Discomfort, even. It might be rough at times, but I need you to stick it out. Do you think you can do that, Courtney? "

As the freshman considered the question, Bianca's gaze dropped to the thin sweater draped across Courtney's torso. "Oh, I bet you must be a little warm in that sweater," Bianca purred. "Why don't you take it off?" The professor slipped just a hint if steel in her tone to let the girl know this was more than mere suggestion.

 

[thefungirl]

From the moment that she was prompted by the professor, all of the anxiety and stress that Courtney was feeling just came flooding out. She unloaded it all on Dr. Lisande, from the pressure her parents put on her, to the pressure she felt from society to live up to the stereotype, to the troubles she'd had adjusting to college life in general. It felt good to talk about all of it, even if it was perhaps inappropriate to do so in front of her math professor. It was probably a discussion better suited for one of the campus therapist or a counselor, but to her credit, Dr. Lisande seemed to take it all in stride and was able to keep the focus on math, or specifically, Courtney's troubles with math.

"I think you may just need some assistance, Courtney. Perhaps some intensive training. In fact, I might be able to work with you on it some. Mind you, this isn't something I do for just any student. We'd have to keep this just between us. But you've got certain qualities that make me think you worth some . . .extra attention," the blonde said, her voice confident and calming.

Courtney felt a rush of relief at the professor's words. She certainly understood that Dr. Lisande wouldn't be able to offer private tutoring to every student who was struggling, the gaggle of students from earlier was evidence enough of that. And if anyone was going to be able to help her with the class, she thought it had to be the person teaching it.

The teen wiped the tears that had been welling in her eyes and smiled as she murmured a thank you to the teacher. A moment later Dr. Lisande rose from her chair and Courtney found herself momentarily distracted by the sight of the professor's impressive figure. She'd spent most of the first week's classes with her eyes on her book or her scribbled notes, but even so, she and everyone else in the class had noticed that Dr. Lisande was a strikingly attractive woman, but somehow sitting this close, it hit her differently. From the woman's height, to the swell of her incredibly large breasts, to the way she moved as she circled around the desk, there was most definitely something there Courtney hadn't noticed before; a sexuality that was undeniable, almost predatory.

"In fact, I have time for a private session now, if you want it," the freshmen student heard the professor say as she stepped over and locked the office door. "I wouldn't want us to be disturbed," the blonde explained as she moved back toward the desk.

"Of course, I will need your complete cooperation if I am to provide this extra benefit to you. I will need you to follow my instructions."

"Absolutely, Dr. Lisande. I may not be very good at math, but I am a hard worker and I am a quick learner," Courtney assured the older woman as she seated herself on the edge of the desk, just in front of the surprised student. As she sat back slightly in the chair, Courtney once again couldn't escape the feeling that she had somehow become prey, and that Dr. Lisande was a very dangerous predator.

"And there will some hard work involved. Discomfort, even. It might be rough at times, but I need you to stick it out. Do you think you can do that, Courtney? "

The dark haired teen hesitated for a moment, unsure what the professor meant by 'discomfort'. Nonetheless, the freshmen eventually nodded her head in response, determined to do what it took to get a good grade and to impress her parents.

"Oh, I bet you must be a little warm in that sweater," Bianca purred. "Why don't you take it off?"

Despite all the signals that Dr. Lisande had been giving off, Courtney still found herself caught off guard by that suggestion, including by the slight hint of firmness in the professor's voice that indicated that it was more than just a suggestion. She started to explain that she wasn't wearing anything beneath the sweater, hoping that perhaps she was misreading the professor's intentions, but as Courtney lifted her gaze up past Dr. Lisande's massive breasts, and looked her directly in the eyes, the words died on her lips. It was no misunderstanding. The older woman knew she wasn't wearing anything other than a bra under the sweater and she most definitely wanted Courtney to take it off. She expected it.

There was another long moment where Courtney considered just getting up and leaving, but the truth was, she wasn't a fighter. As her brief thoughts of resistance and defiance faded, the teenager slowly moved her hands to the bottom of her sweater and then pulled it up over her head. Her breasts were not as large as the professor's but they were c-cups and quite perky. The bra Courtney wore, black with lacy embellishments, left little to the imagination. Having complied with Dr. Lisande's instructions so far, the girl couldn't help but wonder just what the blonde had in mind, and just how far she herself was willing to go to get the help she needed.

Eventually she lifted her gaze and looked the professor in the eyes, "What now?"

 

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Bianca permitted herself a slim smile as Courtney's fingers reached gingerly for the hem of her sweater. The girl might not be a skilled mathematician, but no one admitted to the University was a moron. Courtney would have recognized the improper nature of Dr. Lisande's request. She'd have known that Bianca was inviting her down a different path.

Yet Courtney had not refused. That would have been the moment. A girl more steadfast in her beliefs would have declined. Perhaps even risen to her feet and hotly rejected the professor's suggestion.

Of course, Bianca was prepared for just such a contingency. She had arguments and explanations at the ready about how there was just some misunderstanding. She was confident that she could persuade any resistant student that she'd not been making an untoward advance. Certainly enough to avoid a situation that might be reported to the University.

But Bianca was careful about whom she made such invitations to. Courtney had exhibited the signs that she was not one to resist. And the dark-haired beauty had just proven the professor's intuition correct.

Bianca admired the girl's cantaloupes. The thin sweater had already been proof the girl was well aware that how attractive her large breasts were. Stuffing them into a slightly undersized bra was only further evidence that Courtney enjoyed flaunting her beauty. And given that her lingerie was not some of plain cotton middle-of-the-week bra but a barely there bit of date-night black lace, this freshman likely harbored some exhibitionism. Part of her wanted to be seen in such flattering underwear.

"Good," Bianca declared softly, leaning forward from her desk. "I think this shows we're on the same page. So let's be clear about the terms."

"I have certain . . . needs. Needs that you can help satisfy. If you do . . . and if I am pleased by your efforts . . . then I will make sure you get the extra instruction you need and that your grades reflect that. I'm thinking a session perhaps once or twice should be sufficient to ensure we both get what we want out of the arrangement."

Bianca let her words sink in a moment. Getting the student to commit was always a crucial step. Courtney had done so implicitly with the sweater, but now it was time to lock her in with an overt act.

"If you agree," Bianca continued, "I want you to stand up and face the door. Then I want you to bend over and take off that skirt."

 

[thefungirl]

Courtney could feel the older woman's eyes on her body...on her breasts and the longer the professor's gaze lingered the more nervous Courtney felt. She felt like the room was suddenly ten or twenty degrees warmer than it had been when she had initially walked in. The 'good' that Dr. Lisande gifted her only served to intensify the feeling that she was about to be devoured like a small woodland creature by a big bad wolf. The thought excited her, if she could have been objective and honest with herself at that point, but mostly it scared her.

It wasn't the first time that Courtney had been propositioned by an authority figure, in fact, it wasn't the second or even third time, she thought, remembering a male teacher at her high school who had managed to pressure her into giving him a blowjob, and there was the bus driver who had once slipped his hand beneath her skirt and fingered her, not to mention her dad's best friend and business partner, 'uncle' Gary, who had once driven her home after she had done some babysitting for him. She could still remember the things he had done to her in the back seat of his car.

"I have certain . . . needs. Needs that you can help satisfy. If you do . . . and if I am pleased by your efforts . . . then I will make sure you get the extra instruction you need and that your grades reflect that. I'm thinking a session perhaps once or twice should be sufficient to ensure we both get what we want out of the arrangement."

Needs, yes, they all had needs, Courtney thought. And they all wanted her to help satisfy their needs. And though, unlike the previous authority figures that she had helped out, Dr. Lisane was a woman, the eighteen yr old could see that this was no different. She could sense the same energy from the professor as she had felt from those men, the same predatory instinct. Could the other woman tell? Was it that obvious that Courtney was weak, that she was easy prey?

"If you agree," the blonde continued, "I want you to stand up and face the door. Then I want you to bend over and take off that skirt."

Courtney pushed her glasses up and then stood slowly, her eyes on the floor between her and the professor. The room felt even hotter now, like a furnace and the teen was surprised to see that she wasn't covered in sweat. As she turned around, turning her back to the beautiful teacher, Courtney felt shame was over her and grabbing her sweater and her bag she suddenly sprinted to the door, unlocking it and fleeing into the corridor.

The teen barely slowed long enough to struggle into her sweater before emerging from the empty hall into the main lobby of the building and a moment later she was outside, the cool breeze a revelation against her skin. She was still shocked that she had actually left, shocked that she hadn't complied with Dr. Lisande's directions, but Courtney also couldn't help but wonder what price she might pay for her decision.

 

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"So she has a backbone," Bianca mused aloud. She hadn't expected Courtney to flee her office. The girl seemed to have all the markings of compliance.

But as she knew all too well, people were not entirely predictable. Bianca's approach was always multistage to account for this. Each step the girl took committed her to the course of action. Only then could Bianca expect to reel her in like a hooked fish.

Just as with fishing, patience was important. Bianca made no effort to pursue her. If Courtney wouldn't take the bait, another would.

Or perhaps even Courtney herself. Bianca still felt she'd glimpsed the girl's true nature a few times during the exchange. Beneath that "proper young lady" facade, Bianca suspected Courtney wasn't nearly so pristine. Inexperienced, perhaps. Possibly she'd never been propositioned by a woman as well. But for a moment there, Courtney hadn't seemed offended or anxious. She'd seemed excited.

Time would tell if Bianca was right. If her insight was wrong, Courtney would keep her distance from now on. Likely she'd never darken Bianca's door again.

But if Bianca was right, the teen wouldn't be able to stay away. She'd flee while anxiety was paramount, but that fear would fade. That's when that kernel of curiosity would begin to itch. Would yielding to her professor really have been that bad? Wasn't she just the least bit intrigued? Was refusing what Courtney truly wanted? Or was it Courtney trying to act like a good girl was supposed to?

Bianca decided to add a quiz to this week's class. Perhaps another grading opportunity would nudge Courtney into deciding just what she really wanted.

 

[thefungirl]

The only saving grace as far as Courtney was concerned was that she was done with classes for the day, which meant she could go home and shut herself in her room until the shame and embarrassment she was feeling passed. After changing into her baggy pajamas, she did just that, secluding herself in her bedroom and forcing herself to try to review her test results. She was determined to figure it out on her own, so she wouldn't have to subject herself to Dr. Lisande's advances again. Not that the thought of sex with the curvaceous blonde was unappealing. Courtney had always harbored a certain curiosity about sex with women, though she had never admitted it to anyone, and Dr. Lisande was certainly one of the most attractive women she'd ever seen.

The dark haired teen considered asking her father for help with her math, but to be fair, she would rather have a gang bang with the entire faculty than listen to another one of her father's lectures. She could ask her mother, but instead of a lecture she would have to endure being talked down to like she was a 4th grader. Hard pass, on that. No, she just needed to figure it out herself.

By the time her next class arrived, Courtney was feeling a little better about her chances in the class. She still wasn't feeling completely confident, but she had spoken to a tutor who had promised to meet with her in a couple of weeks, which meant she just had to hope there wouldn't be anymore tests before that. Wearing a short sleeved white blouse with a black tie, with a black pleated skirt, knee length white stockings, and her hair in braided pigtails, the freshman was smiling as she entered Dr. Lisande's classroom, trying to convince herself that she could put the previous incident behind her.

 

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Admittedly, the quiz was perhaps a little more rigorous than normal. But Bianca always suggested that the students try the extra problems on the homework for a reason. As such, the quiz questions weren't outside the scope of the chapter.

They graded the questions in-class and then the students passed them up to Bianca. "I'm not seeing many people with all three questions correct," she declared as she went through the stack of papers. "All of these are just more advanced versions of the concepts in this chapter. I can assure you that the next exam will have at least one problem like this. Some of you need to put in some extra time."

Bianca outlined the homework assignment and then dismissed them in the remaining minutes. She chatted with a couple of students as everyone gathered their bags and books. Then, almost as if it were an afterthought, she called out, " Oh, Miss Kim, I have an answer to that question of yours, if you'll wait a moment."

The rest of the class filtered out, till it was just Courtney and the professor. With no one else to see her, Bianca swept her eyes across the tall girl's figure. She had a slightly preppy look with her tie and blouse. Bianca noted how the swell of Courtney's chest caused the end of the tie to dangle freely in empty space.

Bianca herself has dressed up a bit, too. She wore slightly higher heels, so her height advantage on Courtney was now at least a few inches. Her pencil skirt hugged tightly to her ass and slender thighs.

She'd also uncharacteristically left an extra button undone. Bianca usually covered her entire chest to look professional, but now the tiniest hint of breast and cleavage peeked through. Even that was enough to suggest just how incredibly full-bosomed the professor was.

Bianca smiled at Courtney. "Your quiz score does not bode well, Miss Kim. I think you do need my help. I think you know it, too.

" But I wanted to assuage your concerns. I don't mind you walking out of of our last meeting. The offer still stands. I'm still willing to give you what you need." Bianca's lips -- painted a rather bold crimson -- drew back in a hungry grin. "If you give me what I need."

Bianca gathered up her own belongings. "When you're ready, drop by during the last five minutes of any of my office hours." She then leaned forward and whispered, "But leave the panties at home."

Bianca giggled as she walked away. The look in Courtney's eyes had been enough. The girl was already doubting herself. Bianca just needed to be patient.