Higher Education (Closed for sex_educator)

[Naughty_student]

The Academy was prestigious, those recent graduates lucky to have a place there. Well luck and having wealthy parents helped. Most of the student body came from six figure families and up, he silver spoon crowd. Rich, spoiled and having all that life can possibly offer laid before you tended to make the students complacent even arrogant. Cars, plastic surgery, parties nothing was denied these children of privilege and that was what made them such a challenge to teach.

Caitlan Elizabeth Rourke, Cate to her friends, was just another example of that spoiled youth. Her body was honed to perfection by the latest in a long line of personal trainers. Fit enough to have no shame in her body and willing to show it at every instance. Rich enough to have no need of a degree but...it always looked good for Mommy and Daddy. Arrogant enough that she felt no one was beyond her reach. Even that handsome nervous looking new Professor.

Since day one of class she'd been tormenting him, after all there wasn't anything he could do about it now was there? Deliberately taking a seat in the front row, her girl friends giggling at her brazen uncrossing and recrossing of her thighs, flashing peeks of the panties du jour to her educator. Shirts barely buttoned enough to contain the fullness of her breasts. Natural, heavy and round they made the fabric strain with heaving breaths when he walked through the class in lecture.

Everything she did was a tease, her voice, her presentation, her eyes....smoldering dark, chocolate eyes hung on him like shackles, keeping him bound to her gaze until she chose to release him. It was all a game to her and she knew the rules so she would always win. He had no hope, it was sort of sad really, but such was the nature of life for the haves and the have-nots.

This particular Friday was like so many others, the chilly air of late winter had fogged the windows and cut off the view of the world outside. Cate was left with only two forms of amusement, her cell for texting and her professor. She grinned as she sent off another message to one of her friends, absently ignoring the lecture in progress.It wasn't as if she wouldn't ace what ever test came her way out of this. So that delicious five foot four inch frame sat curled slightly forward over her desk, deep red auburn locks tucked over one shoulder and curling softly into ringlets as only expensively cared for hair can.

So caught up in her texting that she missed the comment by her professor, missed it entirely until he chose to repeat it directly to her. "Huh?"

 

[Sex_Educator]

William Donovan, Will to most people, had counted himself very fortunate to get a teaching position at an institution as prestigious as the Academy. Fresh out of his doctorate program, ready and eager to teach the words he so loved. There was so much that higher education could do for a person, far more than simply learning the material. He loved to help his students develop into fuller people.

Though it wasn't always easy. The students at the Academy came from backgrounds where most had never had to work for anything before, and certainly not to actually think about anything. They were spoiled, arrogant, and brashly dismissive. Especially the girl who sat in the front row, tapping buttons on her cell phone madly. God, couldn't she even pretend?

As he turned to look at her, Will's eyes lingered on her. As much as her behavior infuriated him, he had to admit that she did make class easier to bear in other ways. She had the body of a young goddess, firm, lush, and inviting. The fact that she seemed to wear clothes that were two sizes too small, that she worse such short skirts and was unable to fully button her blouse and given him many tantalizing views of her student body. It was something he felt guilty about, but many times he'd thought of taking her up to his office, bending her over his desk and...

Best not think about that now. Becoming obviously aroused in class would not do.

Instead, he smiled with practiced patience and more than a little derision. His chestnut hair was neatly parted and combed, sparkling green eyes drinking in the sight of her cleavage before looking her in the face. "Perhaps if you weren't so busy texting Elena, you'd have heard me, Caitlan." Her attitude was vexing, her body tempting, but the thing that truly drove him mad was how much potential she had, and seemed content to squander.

He paced over to stand beside her, his 6 foot 2 inch frame dwarfing her at her desk. The suit he wore was well-made, but not personally tailored as many of the faculty had, he didn't come from money nor had he been at this long. He had a lanky build, and a strong but clever face. "Rappaccini's Daughter, Caitlan." "What can we read into Hawthorne's portrayel of Beatrice?" "Specifically in that her beauty leads the hero close to death." "What does it tell us about the author and the time in American history he came from?"

 

[Naughty_student]

"That it was no different than now. Men will still do anything for a pretty face." She smirked up at him and made a show of another text message before putting her phone down. He had her attention for the time being, not that she'd read Rumplstilkens Daughter or whatever the hell it was. She hadn't planned on reading it either. Todd James three rows back had been wanting into her panties for weeks, and had jumped at the chance to help her with notes for the test if she agreed to go out with him. Men..they were all so pathetically easy. Even Mr. Donovan, she angled her head up to look at him, affording him a perfect view to the valley of that generously displayed valley between her breasts.

He wasn't really a hard ass, he was fairly young and sort of cute so he tended to get away with a lot with most of the students. Cate was just one of those girls who was used to life being a certain way and saw no reason for that to change. She beamed a smile noting the gaze he'd let slip to those luscious mounds of hers. She could almost read his thoughts...he wants to see me naked...I bet he wants to tear my shirt open and use those big hands of his to grab my tits. I bet he wants to nurse at my breasts like a hungry baby. The only thing that did surprise her in that line of thought was the tingle of excitement it cause her.

"Oh, by the way, Elena says Hi."

 

[Sex_Educator]

As she craned her head up, Will had a perfect view of her graceful neck, the clear definition of her collarbone, and the magnificent sight of the valley formed by Cate's pert tits. Good God.

The little retort at the end of her comments though, cuased a spike of fury in him. The arrogant brat. His eyes flashed with uncommon anger, his face tightening and hardening for a moment. "Close, but no cigar, Caitlan." "You see, Hawthorne lived in a time when the Puritans and their ways were dying but still swayed things." "The lovely and sensual Beatrice represented not just a pretty face, but the danger of sexuality to consume." "Giovanni's haste and arrogance almost consume him as well, a warning against pride that many should heed."

He turned and walked back to his desk, class was about to end. He leaned against the solid wood, facing the students. "That's all for today." "For the weekend, read the selected passages from Dante on the syllabus and compare the themes there to those in Rappaccini's Daughter." As the students stood to leave, he reached out hand to halt Caitlan. "You stay for a minute, Caitlan." "We need to have a discussion about your participation in class."