"Chemistry" (closed)

[Alice2015]

"Chemistry"

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Alice Reed put her pencil between her teeth and studied the man before her for a long moment. She did the former (chew down on the pencil) when she feared she might say something she shouldn't. She did the latter (studying the college sophomore) because she hadn't entirely made up her mind as whether what she was about to do was a good idea or not.

Nevertheless, Alice reached to the top button of her sweater and slowly let it free of its hole. One at a time, the rest followed suit. The tight fitting cotton top sprung a bit looser with each released button. She watched her student's reaction as she proceeded until finally only two buttons remained fixed. Underneath the previously tight fitting but now loosely draping sweater was nothing but her body. No blouse, no tee shirt, no slip, no bra. Just her still youthful, still firm, still bodacious Double D's.

Alice was fulfilling a promise to him.

But, we're getting a little bit ahead of ourselves. We should back up to the first day they met, to the day when his life (and possibly even hers) took a radically different direction.

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Three weeks earlier:

Alice looked again at the information in the text she'd received the day before. Looking up, she found Tutoring Room 4B on the far wall of the University library. She headed for it, ignoring the students occupying tables, arm chairs, and couches flanking her path as they ogled her incredible form. Alice was used to men (and even women) looking at her as they did. Learning to ignore the hungry stares had been a hard learned lesson. But it had been learned, and it was now part of her life.

She'd begun developing her womanly curves at just 10. By the time she entered middle school she was wearing a C-cup bra. By high school a D. By graduation and for the past 8 years a Double D or even larger if she was feeling bloated from her cycle. Being constantly ogled hadn't been the hardest part. No, having people assume she was easy because she had big tits, that was the hardest part. She didn't know how many times she'd had to explain to people (in either a calm, instructive tone or one of annoyed disgust) that big tits didn't turn girls in to sluts.

One of her favorite lines when confronting one of those types was, "So if I fuck around because I have large breasts, that must mean you're still a virgin because you have a two inch dick." That tended to shut men up. If they contradicted her, then she requested they take it out and prove their manhood. Most didn't. Most were either too embarrassed to do so in public or actually did have little boy cocks. There'd been more than one occasion when one had whipped out his cock, only to have Alice swiftly kick him in the nuts and drop him to the ground, penis still out for all to see.

After doing the latter just once here on campus (and nearly being charged with Assault), people had ceased making such claims about her. They'd also ceased whipping out their cocks, duh. Alice still got the double takes and long stares, but her reputation had ceased all the rest of it.

That reputation wasn't just about how she reacted to those kind of men. Alice had become well known as one of the most intelligent women and the most capable math and science tutor on the University Campus. After gaining her PhD, she'd been offered a junior Professorship with another school. But she'd remained here to be close to her aging and ailing grandmother, with whom she lived.

Instead, she made her living filling in for sick or vacationing Professors and (as with today) tutoring University students. She knocked on the door of TR-4B, then entered. The male student sitting there reacted very much as she'd expected. If he hadn't, she would have been very surprised.

"Hi, my name is Alice Reed," she said, leaning over the little desk to offer her hand. "Your father has engaged me to provide tutoring in, what was it, Chemistry? Chem' one-ten? Or, something beyond that?"

 

[saedo]

For much of his life, being the son of Malcolm Trask had been a pretty sweet ride. There was that standard pause, followed by the widened eyes. Then they'd inquire slightly softer, "Do you mean [/i] The Malcolm Trask?" Afterwards, Jacob always got what he wanted. Always.

But the sheen of being the son of one of the world's richest, most powerful men was starting to shed now that Jacob wasn't a kid anymore. Oh, his father's name still unlocked a lot of doors. That much

But now the great man wanted things in return. The great man waa concerned about his legacy. He couldn't be a legendary scion of the Trask family if his son was merely mediocre.

That had been easy enough for Jacob till recently. Knowledge came easy to him as a kid. His father had a couple walls dedicated to Jacob's academic accomplishments: trophies and ribbons spelling bees, quiz competitions, science fairs, etc.

But in college he was finally encountering a challenge. Organic chemistry resisted his usual method of just casually absorbing the material. His first couple of quizzes had produced Cs, a heretofore unknown grade on his record.

Jacob recognized that the subject wasn't exactly beyond him. But he'd have to wrestle with it. And that sounded like work. Work that might cut into his fun. So maybe this whole "be a doctor" thing wasn't such a good idea. Maybe he should find a career track that was an easier climb.

Unfortunately, he'd mad the mistake of voicing that idea to his father. Dad went ballistic. He was too fond of the idea of saying, "my son, the doctor" already. Malcolm Trask wasn't giving up that part of the legacy.

"I will get you a tutor. You will turn this grade around and you will master this class, Jacob. A Trask does not quit."

Jacob planned to at least humor his father about the tutor. He'd meet with them a couple of times, screw up another quiz, and then tell Dad it was hopeless. If it had worked on him for violin lessons at age eight, then it'd work now.

Jacob's plans hit a snag, though, at their first meeting. When the door opened, he'd been expecting some nebbish type who dressed in muted browns and greens to match their similarly dull personality. Surely anyone good at something so tedious as organic chemistry would be equally boring.

What entered, however, was very much not boring. Particularly if he was being quite specific about what entered first. When the woman stepped into the room, she was preceded by an immense pair of breasts. Jacob being both male and a rather devoted fancier of the female form found that impossible to ignore. Consequently, it took him a few seconds more to appreciate that those spectacular tits were also attached to an incredible body topped by a gorgeous face.

His brain dimly recognized that the sounds coming out of her mouth were words, but it wasn't for several seconds after she stopped speaking that his mind finally managed to decode her message. He blinked a few times and tilted his gaze upward as he finally engaged. "Right," he blurted. "Tutor, right. Sure, right."

"Jacob!" he interjected reflexively, realizing she had introduced herself. "I'm Jacob. Jacob Trask."

Now that he was actually thinking with the head above his shoulders, standard courtesy routines began to resume. She was slightly older, so a lifetime of being introduced by his father to adults suggested his next step. "So how do you prefer I address you?" His mind dredged up what she'd said moments ago. "Do you go by Ms. Reed or Alice?"

 

[Alice2015]

Alice wasn't at all surprised by the younger man's verbal stumbling. "Right, Tutor, right. Sure, right."

He introduced himself, then asked about how she wished to be addressed. "Your father calls me Miss Reed. I'm not married. But I would prefer you, as my student, to call me Alice."

She smiled, then chuckled just slightly. It caused her generous bosom (despite the strong construction of her wire reinforced bra) to jiggle just a bit. She added, "I mean after all, there's only half a dozen years between us, if that."

Alice looked down to his books and answered her own earlier question. "Oh, Chem-320. I love this course."

As an Adjunct Professor and registered freelance tutor who also offered 6 hours of free tutoring each week, Alice had the privilege of being assigned this room on a permanent basis for her own for-profit purposes. It was in every sense her office. All of her books and teaching guides were on the shelves. A large flat top monitor at one end of the desk was connected via Bluetooth to the keyboard, mouse, and stylus sitting before her seat at the table. The only things she'd had to bring with her today were her purse, her laptop, and her lunch.

Alice took a minute to get herself situated. As she did so, she often presented the curves of her front or back to the young man. In addition to her generous bosom, Alice had a thin waist, a full, firm bottom, and long legs that were emphasize by tall yet relatively comfortable heels. When she was ready and had her Organic Chemistry teaching guides out as well as keyed up on the large monitor, she looked to Jacob and said with a friendly tone, "Okay. So. Tell me where you are in the course, and what's holding you up. And don't try to make out like you don't need help. You're father wouldn't be paying me what he's paying me if he didn't know you needed help. This is a judgement free zone. You could need help going all the way back to the first day of class and I'd still be ready to get you caught up. So. Shoot."

 

[saedo]

Simon spent much of the next twenty minutes admiring Alice's form. Oh sure, he paid mild attention to her words and made a token effort to respond when called upon. But

He soon found himself in a bit of a qualitative quandary. On the one hand, she had the biggest breasts he'd ever seen outside of a porn video. Moreover, he doubted that she were the type to go in for implants, which made her likely all natural. The very idea had his libido quivering.

Yet every time she turned to write on the board, he was reminded of what a tremendous ass she had. The fullness actually balanced her top-heavy figure well. The subtle shadows and outlines it inflicted on her skirt also suggested that she had a some muscle underlying it. So was perhaps her bosom only her second best feature?

Despite his lusty distraction, he did manage to glean a few actual bits of knowledge. This Alice definitely knew her stuff. Simon knew just enough about the material to recognize what he didn't understand, so her mastery of the subject was readily apparent.

Dad must have paid a pretty penny for someone with her credentials. Tutoring undergraduates was a task for grad students. Simon couldn't fathom a professor stepping down to this level without a significant paycheck. Once again, the Trask fortune could accomplish much.

Clearly his father had also hired her sight unseen, though. That would be typical. Malcolm Trask was far too important to meet with the hired help. But had his father done so, even the perpetually distant Malcolm Trask would likely have realized that Alice's stunning beauty might prove an impediment to his son's learning.

Judging from Alice's expression, she was reaching a similar conclusion. Simon realized in retrospect that he'd just answered the same question wrong again despite her thorough explanation of the particular process. Twice. Even he had to acknowledge that he had to be testing her patience.

"Sorry," he shrugged in a nod towards something like an apology. "I guess I'm a bit distracted."

 

[Alice2015]

It didn't take long for Alice to realize that they had a problem. Every time she turned her eyes to the dry erase board, to the computer monitor, to her laptop, or to one of the books they had opened and then looked back to Simon, she found his gaze on her tits or, if she'd been turned away, her ass.

It wasn't a new problem, of course. She'd had to deal with this in the past. But in the past, Alice had dealt with it by discontinuing her tutoring of the student. Or if she was teaching a class of multiple students paying only tuition, she'd simply had them transferred out or chastised by the Department Head. She couldn't do that this time around, though. Simon's dad was paying her twice her normal fee, and Alice couldn't afford to pass up that kind of money right now.

So, what to do?

The way forward seemed clear enough. Alice sat across from Simon, studied him thoughtfully for a moment, then said pointedly, "The distraction you are suffering is pretty obvious. And while I could make the problem moot by simply tossing you out and not letting you return, I have a better idea."

She leaned forward a bit to find a sheet of paper in a folder. The movement put her generous cleavage more fully on display. She'd meant to do so. She turned the page to Simon and pointed to the red, bold faced lines. "You have a test each Friday of each week for the next two months. Your father has employed me to tutor you for four of those weeks. Two sessions a week, eight sessions total."

She reached up to her blouse and loosened just one of the buttons before telling him, "If you pass this Friday's exam with a grade of 3.5 or better--"

Alice loosed another button. The tension her generous bosom created spread the sweater very noticeable. Beyond the soft cotton, the lace of a semi-sheer, sexy bra made itself obvious. She continued, "--I will fully open the front of my sweater at the end of your next tutoring session. For your viewing pleasure. And perhaps some visual inspiration for when you get back home to your bedroom and your bottle of hand lotion."

Her lips spread in a devilish smirk. She knew men masturbated to the fantasy of being with her simply because of her massive breasts. If it helped her inspire Simon to perform better in organic chemistry, Alice didn't see any problem with acknowledging it here. She continued, "If you pass the next exam, again with a 3.5 or better, I'll open my sweater for you again. This time, without the bra."

She studied his expression before continuing, "Third 3.5 or better..."

Alice gave him a moment to imagine the possibilities before telling him, "I'll take it off at the end of the session. And..."

Again Alice paused. "I'll allow you some physical contact."

She really couldn't believe that she was offering this. She'd never done anything like this before, with a student she was tutoring or a prospective lover she was teasing either. Alice had been so sensitive about her bosom over her life that she'd never wanted to use it as a tool, whether for work or play.

But seriously! What Trask was paying her to help Simon was unbelievable.

"So, do you think that while we are here in this room with the books open and the computers on," she began asking, "you can concentrate enough to learn and retain what you need to pass?"

 

[saedo]

Simon listened closely for perhaps the first time since she walked through the door. Was she actually saying this? It sounded like the plot of a porno. He half expected to hear that cheesy "bow-chicka-wow" soundtrack start to play in the background.

No, this did not appear to be a hallucination. This was all real. She was offering to strip for him based on his grades. This was really happening.

A distant part of him imagined for a few heartbeats that she was trying to seduce him. This goddess had decided on this elaborate approach to getting him in bed. All of this was just foreplay.

Simon discarded the fantasy, though. For one, Simon had some sense of his sex appeal. Yes, he was in good shape, had a nice smile, etc. But the university had thousands of male students and there had to be dozens that edged him out in the looks department. Given that Alice had a campus full of male students -- not to mention men her own age and older in the nearby city -- to choose from, he doubted her offer was based on his raw animal magnetism.

For another, he'd seen something like this more than once before. Being the son of a billionaire, Simon has seen folks approach him big smiles and dollar signs in their eyes. Alice wasn't quite so blatant, but there was something in her approach that had whiff of financial interest. Dad certainly was the type to make payment contingent on performance; if Alice here really needed the money, maybe offering to strip for him seemed a small price to get paid.

"I'm interested . . . ," he ventured cautiously, his eyes lingering on the hint of cleavage now on display. "But a whole week of studying and a high score just to see you in your underwear seems like small reward. Maybe I give you the serious attention for the rest of today that you asked for. If I do good, then show me if you're really serious about what you said."