Classroom Seduction (closed)

[saedo]

Closed for EroticLily


I glanced at the clock and smiled. Wednesday afternoons at 4 PM were becoming a highlight of my week. I normally didn't stay this late, but I make exceptions in special cases. Simone Castillo was definitely special.

Though just a first year, Simone had an almost intuitive grasp of economics. Had I my way, I'd have enrolled her in the intermediate level courses. Unfortunately, the school wouldn't let her skip the intro courses without Advanced Placement courses and Simone's high school hadn't offered those.

To encourage her, I began scheduling these special sessions to cover higher level material. I thought she had a real future with the discipline, so I didn't want her becoming bored while slogging through the intro prerequisites.

Of course, if I was fully honest with myself, it wasn't just Simone's mind I enjoyed. The dark-haired coed was just drop-dead gorgeous by any standard. Her midnight black locks cascaded down to the small of her back. Full lips were typically split in a wide smile. Her breasts were ridiculously full and pert, the massive orbs seeming to defy gravity whenever she wore a tight top. Her ass likewise seemed almost ready to float away. All this supported on some legs that always made me glad for shorts weather.

Still, I only ever looked, and then only briefly. She was my student and I was her professor, so we couldn't mix. Simone's easygoing charm made it tempting to pretend that she liked me, but I just had to mentally slap myself and say "Jacob! Snap out of it! It's creepy to even think you've got a shot with her. Stop it. " Besides, I'm sure Simone had more male suitors than I could count. She could have her pick of the campus studs.

My intercom buzzed. "Professor Trask? Your 4 o'clock is here."

I grinned as I responded, "Send her in, please."

 

[EroticLily]

As I sat and waited for the greenlight from the Economics Department’s secretary, I pulled my silky locks over my right shoulder and twisted them into a loose braid. Playing with my hair was a habit that I rarely engaged in, yet I found myself doing it every Wednesday just before I went in to see my highly-esteemed professor, Dr. Trask. I had developed somewhat of a crush on the man during the few weeks of class, and I hadn’t been able to shake it, despite how silly I thought it was.

I didn’t particularly care for Economics as a subject matter to begin with, I much preferred psychology and literature, but the course material came easily to me and my professor’s enthusiasm was incredibly contagious. I couldn’t help but develop a greater appreciation for Economic theory on the whole when in the presence of such a charismatic and dedicated man; not to mention, Dr. Trask was a rather handsome guy, with classic good looks and a confident drawl that made me want to melt. He promised that he would make an Economics major out of me, and truth be told, I was all too happy to be taken under his wing.

I was getting lost in a daydream of my professor divulging his erotic fantasies about me, as I twisted and unfurled my dark hair, just when the secretary called my name.

“Oh.” I lifted up from the worn armchair and grabbed my messenger bag, quickly combing my fingers through my hair. “Thank you.” My cheeks were hot from the indecent thoughts I’d just had, despite how unlikely they were ever to become reality.

I smiled and paced toward Dr. Trask’s door, collecting myself on the way, smoothing my hand over my black skirt and making sure all of the buttons on my creme blouse were buttoned correctly. I knocked lightly on the door frame before peeking my head inside the open doorway, “Hey, Professor. Ready for me?”

 

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"Please come in," I directed.

Simone flashed me her trademark smile as she entered. You couldn't help but like her when she smiled at you. Such genuine warmth radiated from her.

I tried not to pay too much attention as she settled into one of the chairs opposite my desk. It was hard not to notice Simone, though. Even discounting her incredible figure, she invariably dressed well. While some of students looked as if they hadn't changed their clothes in days, Simone always looked like she was ready to have her picture taken. Even when she was in jeans and her sorority jersey, her attire looked clean and freshly pressed.

I'd once encountered her as I was headed to the locker room at the campus fitness center. I'd just narrowly eked out a racquetball victory over Professor McDonald from Speech Communication, so my hair and clothes had been damp with sweat; I looked a complete mess. By contrast, she was headed to a yoga class in a loose white T-shirt and dark leggings looking as if she just stepped off the page of some fitness magazine. I found it hard to envision Simone looking unpresentable.

I waited for her to settle her skirt over her lovely knees before beginning. "Okay, let's start with the analysis questions I assigned on Pareto efficiency from last week." I flipped to the appropriate page as she began explaining her response to the first question.

 

[EroticLily]

In typical fashion, Dr. Trask was eager to dive right in. I’d barely made an impression in the chair across from his desk, before he asked about the assignment he’d given me last week. I smiled at him, in awe of his unwavering dedication to a field most girls my age would steer clear of. Briefly pulling my gaze from his handsome face, I dipped my hands into my bag and retrieved my notes.

I began to present my answers to the questions posed and explained how I arrived at those conclusions in a confident and precise manner, occasionally peeking up at the dark-haired male, trying not to stare at the short stubble adorning his strong jaw.

I remembered the first time that I saw Dr. Jacob Trask with stubble. He’d bustled into class 10 minutes behind schedule, looking slightly unkempt in appearance and dress. A dark 5 o’clock shadow covered his chiseled features and his eyes were a bit tired, but the brilliant man lectured with no less passion or genuine interest for the subject than usual. After class I went over to his podium, and pretended to have a question about the homework. Before I left, I made sure to mention, “Did you do something different today? Whatever it is...it suits you.” Ever since that day, he hadn’t shown up to class with a clean shave, much to my delight.

After rattling off the solution to question 1, I dove right in to solving question 2, “....therefore the only allocation that is Pareto efficient is that in which consumer A has all of resource X and consumer B has all of resource Y. For any other allocation, one of the consumers has some units of the good he does not like, and would be better off if the other person had those units.” I knew that my answer was correct. I’d been meticulous at working out every other possible allocation of resources, though there weren’t many for this particular problem. “Oh and before we go on to question three, I wanted to ask you something...unrelated.”

 

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I rubbed my chin as I listened to Simone launch into her analysis. I had some Italian heritage on my mother's side, so I could already feel the faint tickle of stubble under my fingertips. I'd probably need to shave before dinner tonight; my fiancée would grouse about me looking unkempt otherwise.

Fortunately I worked in a field that didn't put too much stock in personal appearance. After all, some of our students showed up hungover or high wearing the same clothes they went out partying in the night before. Given my primary audience, whether or not I failed to shave in the morning or went a week or two in need of a haircut was hardly a blip on their radar.

I tossed Simone a couple questions about her analysis. One of my maxims was that the best way to master the material was to try explaining it to someone else. Simone just smiled and adjusted her explanation accordingly. I nodded my approval. "You've got a real knack for making your analysis digestible to a layperson. That will come in handy should you ever want to teach."

We continued through the next problem in the same fashion. Simone again showed a solid grasp of the material, so I found only a minor tweak to her analysis. Would that all my students had her enthusiasm.

Simone, however, interrupted me before we we on to the final two questions. “Oh and before we go on to question three, I wanted to ask you something...unrelated.”

I looked up at her over my reading glasses. "Okay, sure," I responded, tucking an errant strand of hair behind my right ear. "Ask away."

 

[EroticLily]

My chest swelled with pride when Dr. Trask complimented my analytical skills, and further suggested that I might make a decent educator. Little did he know that I had begun to consider secondary education as my ultimate career path, due in large part to the exemplary model he provided. I could only smile and blush in response to such praise, coming from the man that I hoped to emulate.

I moistened my lips as he peered at me over the rim of his adorable spectacles, absent-mindedly pushing a stray lock of his hair behind his ear. He had to have some inkling that I found him desirable. At the very least, he had to know that he was an attractive man, both physically and intellectually, to most girls my age, even if their interest in economic theory was minuscule in comparison to mine.

Setting my notes down on my lap for the time being, I combed my fingertips through my own silky tresses before embarking on my personal agenda.

“I just wanted to say, that I really look up to you and that I really appreciate every session that you and I have together. I’ve never had a teacher take such a keen interest in me...well, in my studies, I mean.” I swallowed hard, shifting slightly in my seat.

“Anyway, I suppose I’ve just always wondered...why me? I mean, I know that I have an aptitude for the subject matter, but there are other students who probably show the same potential as me, if not more.” I paused, wondering if I was rambling yet. I chewed the corner of my bottom lip, then exhaled my final point, “I know why I think you’re exceptional, but what makes me so special to you?”

 

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“I know why I think you’re exceptional, but what makes me so special to you?”

I felt myself blush slightly. I knew I was fairly well liked by my students, but being called "exceptional" was certainly not par for the course. Moreover, I apparently still hadn't outgrown the rare thrill of having a pretty girl smile at you and say nice things.

"That is very kind of you to say, Simone. Thank you," I responded with utter sincerity.

"But I think you sell yourself short when you suggest that you're no different from your other classmates. True, you're not the only smart student in my class, but few of them apply themselves with such fervor.

"I think perhaps 3-4 of the students could handle this advanced material like you, if they put the effort in." I looked around, then turned back to her. "But you're the only one here. When I mentioned the idea of pursuing extra coursework in class, you were the only one who came to office hours and mentioned it. Only you."

I leaned forward on my desk and gestured with open palm towards her. "A lot of people only want to do what they have to. They just want to get by. But you're challenging yourself - going beyond the call." I shrugged. "In my mind, that makes you pretty exceptional, too."

 

[EroticLily]

“You’re welcome.” I said simply, trying not to fawn over the faint color filling my beloved professor’s cheeks, though I derived a fair amount of pleasure from the knowledge that my sincere praise had put the rosy hue there.

“I honestly do admire you, very much. Maybe too much. I talk about you to my mom all the time.”

A soft giggle escaped my glossed lips as I allowed myself to relax in Dr. Trask’s formidable presence. It felt nice to let him know, in some small way, how much I truly liked him. I beamed with pride as he went on to commend me for my initiative, declining to mention that I jumped at the opportunity to spend time with him outside of class for more than purely academic reasons.

“Well, thank you, professor.” I said softly, tucking my dark hair behind my ear, despite its refusal to remain there.

“I appreciate that we can talk like this, you know...not always all work all of the time...” I confessed, craving more of these moments, “...I feel very comfortable with you, Dr. Trask.”

 

[saedo]

Lily's giggles reminded me of the time I'd once had enough daring to chat with Emma Walsh, one of my school's high school cheerleaders. Being the undeniable nerd I'd been - and still am - I'd had zero chance with her. But Emma was sweet enough to smile at me instead of telling me to get lost. I remembered the same giddy sensation then as now when a pretty girl giggled at me.

“I appreciate that we can talk like this, you know...not always all work all of the time...

Something about her words concerned me. I'd been doing this job long enough to know that sometimes my job went beyond my field of study. Most of my students were still teenagers and just now facing the challenges of adulthood on their own. Sometimes they looked to their favorite professors for more than just academic instruction.

I got up from my chair and circled around my desk. I sat down at the edge, which placed my within arm's reach of her. "Well, I would certainly hope you felt comfortable talking with me, Simone." I held out my hand and touched her forearm. "Is everything okay? Is there something you need to talk about?"

 

[EroticLily]

When Dr. Trask pushed up from his seat and headed toward his desk, I drew my bottom lip between my front teeth and kept it there, wondering if I’d said something wrong. My fingers twitched against the front panel of my skirt until I located a stray string that I could fiddle with. I lowered my eyes to my lap, slowly twisting that thread into a ball then pulling it straight again.

Dr. Trask positioned himself in front of me, perching on the end of his desk, and I peered up at him beneath my dark lashes. Though I felt my nerves becoming agitated, I mustered a genuine smile; I was glad to have him closer to me. I released my bottom lip from the grasp of my pearly whites and slowly shook my head. “Oh, no. There’s nothing wrong...” I said quickly, hoping I hadn’t alarmed my beloved mentor. “I just...it seems like I spend more time with you than I do with my own friends.”

I wrestled with the decision of whether to mention something I’d been mulling over for a few weeks now. “I was wondering if...maybe just in here...I could call you Jacob? I’d like us to be...closer.”

 

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“I just...it seems like I spend more time with you than I do with my own friends.”

I furrowed my brow. "That's certainly not my intention, Simone. But it is a decision you'll have to make for yourself. You are transitioning into adulthood and I expect you will find that your free time will become increasingly limited as you have to attend to the less fun aspects of maturity. You'll have to decide if spending extra time studying with me is worth the loss of time having fun with your friends."


“I was wondering if...maybe just in here...I could call you Jacob? I’d like us to be...closer.”

I sat back on the desk as I pondered this. Part of me liked hearing Simone use my first name. It felt more . . . intimate.

But the pragmatic in me began to chide me for indulging such thoughts. I began to shake my head. "No, Simone, I don't think that'd be a good idea. I don't mean to elevate myself above you, but I don't want to have different standards for different students. I have to be impartial in my treatment lest anyone think I was playing favorites. Perhaps outside the University setting it might be different, but here on campus, it has to be the same for all my students."

 

[EroticLily]

It seemed that Dr. Trask had gotten the wrong idea when I mentioned the monopoly our private sessions had placed upon my free time. It wasn't that I was complaining, rather just stating the truth of the situation. My friends missed me sometimes when I opted to lock myself in my room in order to tackle my extra course work, but I willingly chose to make those sacrifices, assured that my efforts wouldn't go unnoticed.

"I know it's worth it." I insisted, hoping to convince him of my sincerity.

When he began to shake his head in refusal of my proposal, I swiftly placed my hand atop his out of desperation. "But it'd only be between us. I wouldn't repeat it to anyone out side of this office..." I promised, my cheeks warming as I slowly retracted my eager hand from my professor's, realizing that this was the first intimate contact we've ever had, "besides...can you honestly say that you're not playing favorites with me already?"