Study Session: Older Teacher, Younger Students

[dylan18]

ooc: i am in a naughty mood, who wants to join? i can use either one or a group of younger students who want some "tutoring" just jump in, announce yourself

Professor Johnson
6 foot 1
195 lbs
34
brown hair, a little gray
athletic, tennis body

ic: i had been running this class for years, so much so that I didn't even have to do any of the work anymore, my reputation had spread at the girls college and they just came (so to speak). they knew that if they needed attention they could come to me. i had girls who were lonely; girls who had boyfriends who were inadequate; girls who were too wild for their boys; girls who know one paid attention to. i gave them what they want, they gave me what i wanted: youth. i am only 34, but i feel older every day. these girls gave me back my teens.
i was an urban legend of sorts. a dr. feelgood who knew how to touch and where to touch. i taught english during the day -- my classes were always full and the hardest to get into. i had a passion for what i do and i knew hot to educate. it was just "known" around campus (somehow other professor never found out -- or they didnt care) that on tuesdays i held a "private" study session for anyone interested at my house just off campus. some nights id get 1 girl, some 10, but i always had someone. the only rule was that you had to do what the teacher said. no one ever said no...

 

[Dreieck]

OCC:
Angie, just turned 18
long auburn hair in aponytail
green eyes, 5'3", 36c,
hockey player, cheerleader....
very catholic and still a virgin

IC

My grades for English had been low and Professor Johnson had invited me home to discuss my grades.

I wear a regular school uniform. a red plaid pleated skirt some what altered, falling three above my knees, a white button-down shirt with a blue tie and white knee socks.

I knocked at the door and Professor Johnson invited me in.
I entered the room and sat down on a large sofa.

I crossed my legs and looked at Professor Johnson. He sat down next to me.

"Angie, you are such a clever girl, you always have straight A's, what happened with your grades?" he asked.

"last week, my father had a fight with my mother and I could not set my mind to class." I replied.

Meanwhile I noticed Professor Johnson looking at my firm breasts.

"Would you care for a drink?" he asked.
"Oh, of course, that's so nice of you professor Johnson." I replied.