Lessons in Carnal Knowledge

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Fnchristie81))
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IC: Collin Wallace

Collin was in trouble. He was failing his biology class. He was a smart and studious student and doing well enough in his other classes, but Biology seemed to be the proverbial monkey on his back he just could not shake off. He'd gotten into Greenwood Academy on a scholarship for the swim team, which was the one sport he actually enjoyed doing, but it required his GPA not to go any lower than a specific number...and the F he was destined to get in Professor Hawthorne's biology class was going to sink it just under that number. He came from a very poor single-parent family and his mom had already sacrificed so much working two jobs and weekends just to get him this far. He didn't want to tell her he'd lost his scholarship and gotten kicked out of college after his first semester there, and all because he could not control himself when he was around Professor Hawthorne.

It was all his own fault. He'd always had a big problem around pretty girls. He'd get nervous and shy and generally unable to think, like at all, about what he was supposed to be doing or saying or anything. And it was even worse with Professor Hawthorne. He was a mess with pretty girls his own age. With Professor Hawthorne he was utterly hopeless.

Twenty years ago she could have been a supermodel, and now as middle-age has laid its hands upon her time only seemed to heighten her beauty. The wrinkles around the eyes only made a pretty face blossom into a mature and beautiful one. The fat that came with the inevitable onset of age on a lean slender body only made it voluptuous and sexier. And then there was the way she acted: mature, experienced, confident, and straight-forward always...none of the games girls his own age liked to play in relationships with him-that is if he could ever pull his foot out of his mouth to ask one out in the first place.

Also he was certain she'd caught him staring at her ass or breasts a time or two like a total perv...which shamefully was not so very far from the truth.

Augh, this was so mortifying! It was almost entirely without hope for him.

There was still one hope left however. He still could pull this out and get enough of a grade to pass biology with a C. Professor Hawthorne offered a list of voluntary research papers on topics she chose and if his paper could impress her it would take the place of 40% of his final grade. He just had to impress her, which sounded great to him. He could write this paper away from the constant distraction of being around the sexiest woman alive. The problem with that was the only topic left on the list was a paper on the subject of neuron signaling, which was not something they've covered at all and all the things he'd read on it only seemed to confuse him more on the subject.

So he had bitten the bullet and asked-more accurately mumbled at her-if he could get her help in understanding how these neurons worked for the grade-saving paper he was trying desperately to impress her with. So, here he was after class walking up to her desk with his heart in his throat. She was busy gathering up her notes she'd referred to during her lecture so she was not noticing how his eyes seemed to rake over her in the most innapropriate way. She was wearing a simple business suit straight from the rack of some department store or other, completely normal, nothing sexy at all about it, however...the pencil kirt molded over an ass that seemed to be made out of glue for his eyeballs, the cut of the blazer she wore over a pristine white blouse only made her impressive full bust underneath her clothes more apparent. She turned and blue intelligent eyes regarded him behind a pair of staid black-framed glasses. Her silky black hair she'd tied back in an austere bun today, only one or two of those hairs appeared grey.

Good god, she was gorgeous!

"Uhhhh...." He said standing there like an idiot, "...Uhhh..."

Jesus Christ, he needed to say something rather than standing there with his mouth open like a fool. "I need help...with my research...Uhhh...I mean...my research paper...you know...from your list or papers we can do...and I..."

Collin's eyes had been pulled by the force of gravity and was now locked onto the mesmerizing swell of her bust. With an effort worthy of gods he shook his head and shut his eyes closed to force the words out past a clumsy tongue. "Can you explain Neuron signaling to me a little in depth, Professor. Everything I've read on it is only getting me more and more confused."

There. He'd said it, at last. His eyes opened to find she shifted forward in her chair elbows on the desk and her hands steepled before her as those cool and icy crystalline blue eyes evaluated him...measuring him up...for what? Collin could not say. "Uh...Professor Hawthorne?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Liz Hawthorne had been teaching at the college for almost 20 years, having obtained the job shortly after graduating from post-grad and getting married. She and her husband had put off having children, choosing instead to allow him to focus on his residency and then practice as a trauma surgeon and instructor at one of the semi-local teaching hospitals. As time had passed, instead of slowing down, work for him seemed to increase with each passing year. That work also caused havoc with their sex life; never overly frequent to begin with (even as newlyweds they rarely had sex more than a few times each month), it had dwindled to almost nothing over the years. She knew that she wasn't the cause-she was usually the one to initiate sex, and even still the number of times he made excuses was almost equal to the number of times he took her. This morning she had even risen early and donned a cupless and crotchless body harness, purchased with the intent on making herself irresistible to him.
She was putting it on as he headed into the shower, and as the door clicked closed his phone pinged with an incoming message. "Can't wait to see you," it read, and the preview showed an image she could make out as a woman who appeared at least partially nude. Mindlessly furious, she finished putting on the lingerie. Suddenly, she couldn't bear to see or talk to her husband, and threw on stockings, a blouse, blazer, skirt, and the traditional pumps she wore to make her seem taller than her diminutive 5 feet 2 inches. She was rough enough getting dressed that she put several runs in her stockings, which she didn't notice until she had jumped in her car and squealed the tires leaving the couple's large suburban home.

Liz's mind churned as she drove. "If he's getting some on the side, why shouldn't I?" she fumed. She knew she hadn't lost much of her attractiveness since she'd been the subject of more than a few harassing comments from coworkers, and knew that she could pick up at least one of them. Then too, there were the guys in her classes that frequently seemed distracted with checking her out, rather than paying attention to their work. She didn't have any qualms about docking the work of those who focused on her rather than their work, and actually took pleasure in doing so. Because of that reputation, her classes turned away as many gawkers as got in. Even if rebuffed by a colleague, she knew she could get at least one of them to be interested in her.

Finally spotting the runs she'd put in her stockings, she looked for a place where she could replace them. Unfortunately, there were none on her drive to school, and a check of her phone showed that those in the area were too far away to make it back in time before her first class started. She hurried to her office, where she unclipped and stripped off the stockings, throwing them in the top drawer of her desk atop her handwritten research notes. As an assist to her efforts to pioneer new research into natural neuronal remodeling, she had assigned extra credit papers to those students struggling with grades. One of those students, who otherwise seemed rather bright although was also one of those who seemed to gawk more than study, had scheduled himself into one of her office times for "help" with this assignment.

Liz's first class went off rather normally, despite her stormy mindset. The second one was the one having the student with the appointment, and once again she caught him looking at her more than the presentation slides. Normally infuriating, this time she began to calculate. Tall and slender, more attractive than average. From conversations with other professors, he was doing very well in other classes and offered surprising insights during discussions. It was only her class, it seemed, that he was sub-par.

After class, while the other students packed their things and filed out, and Liz was gathering her own, the student-Collin she remembered eventually-came and stood at her desk. He was shy and fumbling, not like several of the other guys who had made office appointments with the primary intent of getting with her rather than getting their grades up. But unlike those who were truly interested in getting help, Collin couldn't keep his eyes off her chest. That interest made her nipples stiffen slightly, and she was glad of the blazer since she didn't have her normal brassiere protection. Still...

"Dr. Myers tells me that you actually do well in his chemistry class," she said, looking at the student in a forthright manner. "Granted, this is more leaning into bio-chem than chemistry, but the principles are largely the same." She finished packing her messenger bag with her notes, then stood as students for the next class began working their way in. "Walk and talk," she instructed. As they moved towards her office, she was aware that even in her heels he was still several inches taller than she, as well as that he kept peering over at her and making it difficult for him to move graciously through the halls.

"Neuronal synapses follow basic chemistry principles. The referrant neuron releases chemicals that then diffuse across the synaptic cleft. The receiving neuron is releasing chemicals as well to prevent overstimulation of messages, meaning that for the referrant to cause a change in recipient activity, it must overcome those blocking effects. Other body processes also release stimulating and blocking chemicals. The chemicals are just basic; usually the cations sodium, potassium, and calcium." They reached her door, which she unlocked, sensing his attention on her derriere as she leaned slightly forward in her heels to reach the lock. Once inside, rather than sitting on her desk, she perched on the corner.

"Once you get the basics, the rest should fall into place. With your chemistry knowledge, where's the problem?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Collin Walace

Good god, she was gorgeous!

"Uhhhh...." He said standing there like an idiot, "...Uhhh..."

Jesus Christ, he needed to say something rather than standing there with his mouth open like a fool. "I need help...with my research...Uhhh...I mean...my research paper...you know...from your list or papers we can do...and I..."

"Dr. Myers tells me that you actually do well in his chemistry class," she said, looking at the student in a forthright manner. "Granted, this is more leaning into bio-chem than chemistry, but the principles are largely the same."

Dr. Meyers was his chemistry professor and taught one of Collin's favorites classes so far this year. He had a knack of getting all his students involved and engaged in the subject. He was also overweight, balding, and had a big mustache that reminded everyone of a walrus. He was nothing like Professor Hawthorne who while a little short was a wet dream walking around in sensible heels. Like Dr. Meyers she also had a talent engaging her students with the subject she was teaching them, at least not with the creepo pervy ones like himself who could lose himself daydreaming about her ass or breasts. Jesus, what was wrong with him? She was a great teacher, and he was failing to meet the commitment to the class she was putting into it. He was such a total pathetic loser. Collin deserved to fail her class.

She finished collecting her papers into her bag and stood up from behind the desk. She looked up at him and turned for the door suggesting, "Walk and talk."

He followed her out of the classroom and down the hall. Collin's eyes had been pulled by the force of gravity and was now locked onto the mesmerizing swell of her bust. With an effort worthy of the gods he shook his head and shut his eyes closed to force the words out past a clumsy tongue. "Can you explain Neuron signaling to me a little in depth, Professor. Everything I've read on it is only getting me more and more confused."

"Neuronal synapses follow basic chemistry principles. The referrant neuron releases chemicals that then diffuse across the synaptic cleft. The receiving neuron is releasing chemicals as well to prevent overstimulation of messages," She explained as they turned and she led him up a flight of stairs to reach the floor above containing her office. "meaning that for the referrant to cause a change in recipient activity, it must overcome those blocking effects."

Going up the stairs ahead of him made him stare at the sway of her ass and the way her skirt hugged and molded over the curve of her buttocks. They rocked back and forth with each step taken in a fashion that Collin was finding both irresistible and absolutely mesmerizing. "Uh-huh," Was all his brain was capable of having him say to her words.

She led him up the stairs and down the next hall to her small and neatly maintained office. She had to bend forward slightly which gave him another mesmerizing view of how that tight skirt fitted over her buttocks as she she unlocked the door to her office. Then she led him inside. Rather than stepping around her desk she perched her shapely ass on the top of it and coolly regarded him. "Other body processes also release stimulating and blocking chemicals. The chemicals are just basic; usually the cations sodium, potassium, and calcium."

"Uh-huh," He repeated like an idiot.

"Once you get the basics," She concluded, "The rest should fall into place."

He swallowed catching the slow drift down of his eyes from hers down her blouse to the swell of her breasts behind the crisp white blouse, and smart blue blazer. "I guess, but...I uh...I still don't get it..."

At this she asked, "With your chemistry knowledge, where's the problem?"

He shut his eyes and took a breath to center himself. This was it. This was the moment where he might be able to save himself from losing his scholarship and getting kicked out of Greenwood Academy. He kept his eyes shut tight as he focused on his problem. He didn't want her to distract his wandering brain again at the critical point. "The implications mostly, Professor, but specifically if postaglandins cause an excitory or inhibitory effect. None of the reading I've found have really gone too far into explaining that coherently for me, and I've even read some of your peers: Dr. Kirkman's, Duval's, as well as Dr, Leighton and Karasuma's chapters into it as extra research for this paper."

"I could really use some help here and-" His eyes had drifted back open and now he was looking at Professor Hawthorne. She had shifted forward from where she sat perched on the edge of her desk out of apparent interest in his question, but it made the blazer push open and gave him a wealth of cleavage for his misbehaving eyes to explore. All that was covering her breasts from his viewing pleasure was a thin white linen blouse...that in this light was slightly sheer and-

-Wait!!! Was she not wearing a bra underneath her blouse?

"God, you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

He froze the second he heard that. Did he just say that out loud? Did he just say that out loud in front of said sexiest woman he'd ever seen? Somebody shoot him now and bury him under a tombstone that said: Here lies the body of the biggest perverted idiot in the world.

"I'm sorry...I'll go...I uh...take the F you'll give me...I won't show up in class either...I won't bother you anymore...I promise..." He stammered in a mortified panic, "It's just that you're beautiful and I can't keep you out of my head and I'm sorry."

"I...uh..." He backed away from her face turning beat red, "I'm sorry...that was inappropiate of me...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." There came a thud as he backed into the door hard. He reached behind him as continued his stream of apologies seeking the doorknob. Where was it? He knew it was there somewhere. So where was it?

There! Collin found the doorknob and was just about to make his escape where he'd promptly find the deepest hole he could and die from embarrassment.

 

[fnchristie81]

Liz could feel Collin's eyes on her as they walked. When they sat in her office, she could tell that he was trying to pay attention, despite his wandering gaze. This was confirmed when he closed his eyes to try and verbalize some of the research he had done in efforts of his extra credit assignment.

But just as she had leaned forward in interest that this freshman had delved so deeply already into neuronal signaling, he'd opened his eyes and looked right down her blouse. Immediately, the inquisitive and intelligent mind had switched gears to a more pubescent staring and stammering, and Collin practically leaped out of his seat to fumble at escape as he humiliated himself.

Before she could react, the student was out the door and down the hall. She sat in stunned silence, her mouth slightly agape. Collin was intelligent, motivated, and inquisitive. However, he was easily distracted. The events of the morning slipped through her head, and a plan began to form. Rising and closing her door, she then retreated behind her desk. Logging on to her work computer, she located Collin's contact information in her class roster and began to compose an email.

"Collin,
From your visit, it is apparent that you are putting forth the effort to succeed academically. However, from your lack of ability to focus, it would seem that your efforts may not be enough to overcome your personal challenges. I am scheduling you another office appointment for this evening at 5 p.m. to begin to redress both issues. In the event this time is not feasible for you, please find another before the end of the week so that we can discuss in a suitable manner.

Dr. Hawthorne"

After sending the email, Liz sat back thoughtfully. If she could help Collin overcome his anxiety, he would be an outstanding student. And she would be able to get revenge on her philandering husband.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Collin Wallace

There! Collin found the doorknob and was just about to make his escape where he'd promptly find the deepest hole he could and die from embarrassment.

Collin dashed all the way across campus to his dormitory. Thankfully his dormmate was off to one of his own classes. So, he was alone with his anxieties. Once inside he paced back and forth in a state close to panic.

Gradually he came down from his panic and began to think again. He ran fingers through his hair breathing heavy. This was terrible. He had really stepped in it now. How was he ever going to face Professor Hawthorne in class again with her knowing...what he'd blabbed out loud to her? Then how was he ever going to impress her enough with his paper to earn a grade good enough to save his scholarship.

This was it. His life was over. Collin would have to go home and be a loser for the rest of his life.

He fell back onto his bed and sighed wearily. After a while more of sulking he fished his phone from his pocket and began the routine activities of checking his e-mail. He shot up when he noted that he got one from Professor Hawthorne. With a sense of dread and trembling hands he opened it to read it.

"Collin,
From your visit, it is apparent that you are putting forth the effort to succeed academically. However, from your lack of ability to focus, it would seem that your efforts may not be enough to overcome your personal challenges. I am scheduling you another office appointment for this evening at 5 p.m. to begin to redress both issues. In the event this time is not feasible for you, please find another before the end of the week so that we can discuss in a suitable manner.

Dr. Hawthorne"
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He had to reread it three more times before the message really sunk home in his addled mind. Maybe there was a chance he could salvage something out of this utter disaster? Maybe Professor Hawthorne would understand? Maybe she would forgive him?

He had Dr. Meyers' chemistry class at four-o-clock, but none after that, and also, they were both in the same building. So, he should have no problem heading upstairs to Professor Hawthorne's office and beg for her forgiveness afterwards. Hope was starting to swell in his heart now.

Unfortunately, once in Chemistry class, Dr. Meyers' lecture went long and ended the class a good seven and a half minutes late. It left Collin only four and a half minutes to climb three flights of stairs and barrel down a long hallway just to make it to Professor Hawthorne's door on time. Panting heavily as he stopped leaning against it to catch his breath he knocked on the door.

"Professor Hawthorne," He asked, "You sent me an e-mail earlier to see you here at five...I'm really sorry about what I said before..."

He turned the knob and tentatively pushed it open. "Professor?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Liz hadn't known Collin's schedule beforehand, but her own was free after 3. She had just assumed that since classes ended at 4:45 he'd be able to make an appointment at 5. And so, at 3:15 she was in her office. She had a meeting with one of her Teacher's Assistants that lasted about half an hour, and then she began to grade papers.

The heat in her office seemed to be working especially well this afternoon, what with some unusually warm weather, and so she removed her blazer and hung it on a rack near her door. Returning to her papers, Liz's mind began to wander. What, other than constantly checking her out, was distracting Collin so much? And why was she the focus, rather than any of his classmates? It was always flattering, to be sure, but young men needed to be able to control themselves.

A minute or so after 5, a knock came at her door followed by Collin's voice. He opened it and appeared to be trying to slow his breathing. Rising to come to meet him and try and put him more at ease, she was suddenly aware of the motion of her shirt against her nipples that were bared by the design of the harness she'd put on for her husband.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Collin Wallace

Unfortunately, once in Chemistry class, Dr. Meyers' lecture went long and ended the class a good seven and a half minutes late. It left Collin only four and a half minutes to climb three flights of stairs and barrel down a long hallway just to make it to Professor Hawthorne's door on time. Panting heavily as he stopped leaning against it to catch his breath he knocked on the door.

"Professor Hawthorne," He asked, "You sent me an e-mail earlier to see you here at five...I'm really sorry about what I said before..."

He turned the knob and tentatively pushed it open. "Professor?"

He peeked inside to find her there waiting for him. She had taken off her blazer jacket and now only in the pencil skirt and blouse. The sun had lowered since earlier that day and the lighting streaming into the office room through the windows was different now. So, consequently the blouse wasn't as sheer now in the lighting, which was a relief to Collin. The last thing he needed was to get in any more situations where he was caught staring at her...although...were those bumps from her nipples.

Oh god, he was staring again. He forced his eyes up away from the twin sirens of her breasts to engage with her eyes. Fuck, she had sexy eyes too.

"Professor," He managed to say past a tongue that suddenly felt thick and uncooperative, "I hope I can still continue going to class, and can finish the paper to save my grade in your class."

 

[fnchristie81]

Collin was timid in entering her office, and stammering through his apologies. But once inside, his eyes shot straight to her chest and lingered, although he did invoke obvious effort to raise his gaze to her eyes.

"Collin, it is going to take a lot of work to be as successful as you need to last out the semester. Your questions and comments earlier show that you're willing to put in the academic work necessary. Indeed, it shows that  outside my class you're very dedicated to succeeding.
"Other professors say that you're a very competent student, including Dr. Ramirez, whom I would think male students would be more attracted to than myself. So what is your hangup with my class? I'm sure once we get down to the underlying issues, we can work through them.so that you no longer have to stress nearly as much.
"So what is the problem? It's not that I'm a woman. It's not that I'm attractive, what with other professors being as much or more so. It's not my clothing, because even though I try to dress comparatively fashionably, I don't do so in amy way that would invite the gaze of a man, nor be distracting."

Liz stood squarely in front of Collin. "So what is the issue, and how do we address it?" She looked up his significantly taller form-even in her heels.

"It shouldn't be that I'm intimidating," she said somewhat amused. Am I too formal? When not in class, would you like to address me by name, maybe dress down a bit? Ditch the jackets and blouses, maybe more casual wear? What can I do to help?" she asked.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Collin Wallace

Oh god, he was staring again. He forced his eyes up away from the twin sirens of her breasts to engage with her eyes. Fuck, she had sexy eyes too.

"Professor," He managed to say past a tongue that suddenly felt thick and uncooperative, "I hope I can still continue going to class and can finish the paper to save my grade in your class."

"Collin," She told him calmly, "It is going to take a lot of work to be as successful as you need to last out the semester."

He nodded at that, "I understand, Professor. I will do whatever it takes to..."

Shit! He had trailed off and was staring at her breasts again. Had she put on a bra since earlier? It didn't look like it.

"Your questions and comments earlier show that you're willing to put in the academic work necessary," She continued, "Indeed: it shows that  outside my class you're very dedicated to succeeding."

"I am," He agreed a little too enthusiastically, "Please, believe me on that, Professor."

""Other professors say that you're a very competent student," She went on, "Including Dr. Ramirez, whom I would think male students would be more attracted to than myself."

Collin shook his head blushing slightly, "Dr. Ramirez is really pretty, but she's not the same as you are."

"So what is your hangup with my class?" She asked. "I'm sure once we get down to the underlying issues, we can work through them.so that you no longer have to stress nearly as much."

"Can't we just let it go," He said utterly dying from the embarassment, "I said I was sorry about it."

"So, what is the problem?" Professor Hawthorne mused, "It's not that I'm a woman. It's not that I'm attractive, what with other professors being as much or more so. It's not my clothing, because even though I try to dress comparatively fashionably, I don't do so in any way that would invite the gaze of a man, nor be distracting."

"No, no, no. You're really gorgeous-" He stammered, "I mean Dr. Ramirez is pretty too, but not really the same way...she acts like everyone's big sister. You on the other hand act differently. You act like the hottest woman on the planet and you know it."

Then he suddenly noticed what he was admitting to her and his blush turned beet red. "Sorry."

Liz stood squarely in front of Collin. "So what is the issue, and how do we address it?" She looked up his significantly taller form-even in her heels.

"I have no idea, Professor," He said trying not to look down at her breasts.

It was an effort in vain as she stepped up to him asking, "It shouldn't be that I'm intimidating, Am I too formal? When not in class, would you like to address me by name, maybe dress down a bit? Ditch the jackets and blouses, maybe more casual wear? What can I do to help?"

"No," He shook his head trying not to look at her for too long, "It's not right that you should have to change for something that's my problem." He held out his hands to fend her off if she stepped any closer to him, "I'll just try really really hard to stop being distracted by this and we'll pretend that it never really happened, okay?"

 

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Liz was taking one last step forward to better look up into Collin's face when his hands came up, just grazing her breasts but thumping hard against her shoulders and knocking her backwards and to the floor. Trying to be as dignified as possible, she scooched her feet and bum together, trying to tuck her heels underneath her so she could stand. She looked up and saw Collin's horrified face and lunged to grab his hand before he could again run from her office.

The action caused the walking vent in her skirt to split nearly to her bum, as well as for her to fall against his legs. Blushing almost as bad as Collin, she kept hold of his hand as she used him to pull herself upright again.

"Do NOT go running out of here again, mister!" she said severely to him. Putting herself between the student and the door, she crowded him to the seat before her desk and stood with her arms akimbo.

"You have far too much to lose to just go running off, or even to lose your concentration over what you consider a pretty face." She leaned back against her desk once more, crossing her arms over her chest and feeling the cold wood against the bare space between her stockings and the top of the new rip in her skirt.

"You're not leaving until we come up with a solution," she threatened.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Collin Wallace

"No," He shook his head trying not to look at her for too long, "It's not right that you should have to change for something that's my problem." He held out his hands to fend her off if she stepped any closer to him, "I'll just try really really hard to stop being distracted by this and we'll pretend that it never really happened, okay?"

She came forward at that time and horrifyingly his hands brushed against her breasts but collided into her shoulders knocking her back. Collin watched mortified as she fell back on her butt on the floor.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry. I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'll go and won't bother you again. I'll-" He turned to leave before he could die from his embarrassment but was suddenly caught short when she lurched forward catching his hand in hers. He heard the sound of tearing fabric and was terrified that he'd split his pants. Trying to be discreet in checking he found his jeans intact. So, Collin was dumbfounded where the sound had come from.

Then she rose to her knees, and he realized it was her skirt that had split revealing a wealth of thigh and stocking to his eyes. "Uh...sorry..." He stammered blushing to find a matching blush on her cheeks.

She raised back up onto her feet and maneuvered him away from her office's door and into a chair facing her desk saying with a severe tone to her voice, "Do not go running out of here again, mister!"

"You have far too much to lose to just go running off, or even to lose your concentration over what you consider a pretty face." She crossed her arms over her bountiful breasts regarding him sternly and leaned back against her desk. the action parted her skirt showing a good deal more of her thigh to his eyes.

"I'm sorry," He repeated lamely, "I can't help it."

"You're not leaving until we come up with a solution," she threatened.

He shook his head, "But I don't really know what can be done about it. You're gorgeous and I can't stop being...well..distracted by you..." He sighed dejected. "I wish I could focus better, but even the few times you're not wearing sexy clothing I can't help it." He covered his face in his hands to hide behind as he admitted. "You're just too damned sexy to me, Professor."

 

[fnchristie81]

Liz shook her head in exasperation. This kid just couldn't get it through his head that he needed to look past the body and into the mind. Then she softened. Likely, judging from this behavior, he was still a virgin. That was the only plausible explanation she could come up with for him being so unable to focus. She leaned forward a bit.

"Colin, have you been with a girl yet? I mean, sexually." Her nipples stiffened in anticipation of the possibility of being touched, and she started leaking down her thighs just a bit. If her student  was as innocent as she thought, maybe she could kill two birds with one stone; she could get revenge on her husband for running around on her, and she could get some much-needed personal attention.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Collin Wallace

He shook his head, "But I don't really know what can be done about it. You're gorgeous and I can't stop being...well..distracted by you..." He sighed dejected. "I wish I could focus better, but even the few times you're not wearing sexy clothing I can't help it." He covered his face in his hands to hide behind as he admitted. "You're just too damned sexy to me, Professor."

She gave him a look that was positively frustrated, and then it softened as she gazed back at him sitting on the edge of her desk, her skirt ripped. "Collin, have you been with a girl yet?"

"What," He said in shock, "I sit next to Abigail Perry in your class."

She shook her head, "I mean, sexually."

He stopped and his face became radioactively bright red. He tried to say something but found the words stuck in his throat. He tore his eyes away from her, but to answer the question he gave her the answer he was too embarassed to speak. Collin shook his head no.

 

[fnchristie81]

In response to her question, Collin flushed and wordlessly shook his head negatively. Liz's body almost shook with excitement. This would be dangerous. Women usually lost their jobs at what she was considering, whereas with men it was just dismissed. And she wouldn't really be able to hide what happened if she were to go through with it; she didn't have a change of clothes with her and would at least have to walk back to the bathroom to clean up, and who knew who might catch sight of her while she did.

Slowly she slid an arm out from under her bust and fiddled with the topmost button of her blouse. "Would you like to change that?" she asked slowly, trying to keep the tremor from her voice. "Familiarity might help with some of the distraction."

Liz finally undid just that button, then waited with baited breath for Collin's sure rejection.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Collin Wallace

He stopped and his face became radioactively bright red. He tried to say something but found the words stuck in his throat. He tore his eyes away from her, but to answer the question he gave her the answer he was too embarassed to speak. Collin shook his head no.

"Would you like to change that?" He heard her ask slow as if she was just contemplating it and its ramifications as she formed the words.

His eyes widened and he turned to look at her. Her hand was undoing the buttons of her blouse and she regarded him with full sincerity. She wasn't joking, or teasing him. She was being serious.

If Collin's jaw wasn't still attached to his face it would've fell onto the floor at his feet. "Y-you mean me and you...you and me..." He couldn't believe it, but something in her eyes made him think this wasn't him just imagining things. "Y-you're seriously serious?"

The button came undone, and Collin saw an inch more of cleavage as Professor Hawthorne simply stated, "Familiarity might help with some of the distraction."

He swallowed past a throat that had mysteriously gotten dry, "I want to stop the...distractions. I don't want to be a nervous wreck every time I see you. I want to be cured of this." He looked up to her eyes and this time his gaze did not get pulled away by the breasts he could see, "But I don't want to do it wrong. So just tell me...What do you want me to do first, Professor?"

 

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Collin's gaze went to her chest as Liz popped the button. She felt a thrill run through her at exposing herself to a lustful gaze of someone other than her husband for the first time in decades. Then Collin's eyes drifted slowly back up to her own.

"I want to stop the...distractions. I don't want to be a nervous wreck every time I see you. I want to be cured of this. But I don't want to do it wrong. So just tell me...What do you want me to do first, Professor?"

Liz smiled, then slowly undid another button. Now her blouse was open below her bosom. Silently she reached out and grasped Collin's hand, curling their fingers together lightly, then pulled it to the gap in her top and rubbed the backs of his fingers against the edge of one of her breasts. Slowly she slid her own fingers along his hand, then his wrist and forearm as she leaned forward before leaning over his desk.

"Take it slow, and explore to your heart's content," she murmured softly.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Collin Wallace

He swallowed past a throat that had mysteriously gotten dry, "I want to stop the...distractions. I don't want to be a nervous wreck every time I see you. I want to be cured of this." He looked up to her eyes and this time his gaze did not get pulled away by the breasts he could see, "But I don't want to do it wrong. So just tell me...What do you want me to do first, Professor?"

At this a smile came across her beautiful face and her hand went to her blouse. Collin watched as her fingers undid another button there giving him an even more tantalizing view of her cleavage than before. He jumped when she reached out and took his hand in hers. She guided it up to the part in her blouse and directed it to brush the back of his fingers against the smooth supple skin of one of her breasts.

He gasped at the feel of her skin against his. "Oh god."

"Take it slow," She murmured softly to him as she leaned in close and moving her gentle hands up his arm as his fingers traced the inner slope of her breast, "And explore to your heart's content."

"Y-yes ma'am," Slowly, tentatively, his fingers slipped inside her blouse. Collin's eyes darted up to hers making sure he wasn't doing anything wrong as his feather light fingers traced up and around the contour of the breast up and over to a nipple. "I just don't want to do something you don't like. So tell me if I do something wrong, okay Professor?"

 

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Liz moaned softly in delight as Collin took the initiative and began to explore her breast with his fingertips. Like most men, he went almost directly for her nipple. The feather-light touch caused it to harden even further, and even if she hadn't been wet with anticipation before she certainly would have been at this.

"Just a quick stop there, but don't focus on that spot yet," she instructed huskily. Her hands dropped to the remaining buttons on her blouse, slowly undoing them and allowing it to drape open. She knew that the straps of her body harness would be tantalizingly in Collin's view.

Reaching out, she guided Collin's hand to her other breast so that he could explore both simultaneously. That done, her hands went to Collin's belt line and lightly hooked inside it, just holding them both together as she allowed the student to explore her body further.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Collin Wallace

"Y-yes ma'am," Slowly, tentatively, his fingers slipped inside her blouse. Collin's eyes darted up to hers making sure he wasn't doing anything wrong as his feather light fingers traced up and around the contour of the breast up and over to a nipple. "I just don't want to do something you don't like. So, tell me if I do something wrong, okay Professor?"

He had unintentionally zeroed in on the nipple at the center of her breast. Collin marveled at how soft and smooth her skin felt under his fingertips, and then there was her nipple in stark contrast. It stood out a hard little button and getting tighter and harder. This was the first time he'd ever touched a woman's boob, much less her nipple. It was amazing to him.

His finger rolled over her turgid nipple, and he was shocked when he heard her soft moan in response. His fingers froze and he looked up to her, "I'm sorry...I..."

She looked down at him and his apology died in his throat. She didn't look upset with him. In fact she reached down and began undoing more of her blouse's buttons telling him, "Just a quick stop there, but don't focus on that spot yet,"

"Oh," He said looking up at her, "Good...I was worried I had done it wrong."

She opened her blouse wide to his gaze now, and Collin gasped out loud. He didn't know what she was wearing. It looked as if it was a webbing of leather straps criss-crossing her body and leaving her breasts free and bare for his gaze.

Their eyes met as she reached out and took his free hand and guided it up to her other breast. He sat there with one of his professor's breasts in each hand, and then with a shake he began to caress the curve and contours of her breasts without focusing on her nipple. "Oh god, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Professor."

 

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At Collin's touch on both her breasts at the same time, Liz's knees grew weak and she felt her wetness spreading down her thighs. It had been far, far too long since she'd been touched intimately like this. She didn't care what might happen next, other than she was going to get laid tonight. Even if it was with someone other than her cheating husband.

"Oh god, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Professor."

Liz's finger silenced the younger man feeling her up. "Compliments are nice, but we're trying to make you comfortable being around me," she admonished Collin. She slid her hands back down his arms to his wrists, and nudged both hands into more contact with her breasts. "Use your palms more now, and small squeezes with your fingers." She allowed her blouse to slip off her shoulders and hang from her elbows for a few minutes, her hands stroking Collin's forearms, before leaning into him.

"Now use your mouth a little," she encouraged before moving her hands to unfasten her ruined skirt and allowing it to pool at her feet. Now she was completely exposed to him, wearing only the body harness, her stockings, and her heels.