Teaching the Professor *closed*

[mytasteislikecandy]

Yet another story from the mind of MTILC This one is also closed for myself and Vixen, and one other person who will not be joining until a later point. As always, read and enjoy.

Vivian Greene, 36
5'8, 140 lbs, 36C breasts and long legs
Mixed:black and white, cocoa colored skin, shoulder length straight black hair, hazel eyes
A professor at the local state university, she teaches a Sophomore level of Race and Gender. Married for 12 years, but has always had bisexual curiosity, but is determined never to act on it. Her husband and family have no clue of her secret sexual desires, and would disown her if they did.

IC:

The first day of classes was always an exhilirating one for me. I loved the fresh eager faces of students who actually wanted to learn. Previously, I had taught high school, and the kids there had to come to class, and most of them hated it. Here, in the college setting, the students were paying to listen to me talk, so you found less slackers, and more hardworking young people.

My first class of sophomores was due in class in 10 minutes, so I took the last few moments of silence to sit on my desk and sip my cappucino. I touched my hair to make sure it was still in its sleek chignon, and then smoothed out the wrinkles in my soft blue cashmere sweater. It was hot outside, but this building was always freezing. I daydreamed a few minutes about what kind of students I was to have this semester, and hoped that I found a few that would make me proud. Then my mind wandered to my husband LaTrell, and I smiled, thinking about our "encounter" early this morning. Damn, even after 12 years he could still make me hotter than any man I'd ever known.

Snapping out of my reverie, I heard the first students enter the classroom, and I turned toward the door, smiling as the girls stepped through the doorway, giggling as they shared whatever secrets they were discussing.

 

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Natasha Kasey, 20
5'4, 120lbs, 34B bra size, 36 hip size
White, Silky mahogany tresses and cool mint green eyes, the type that have the ability to pierce your soul.
A student at the local university. She is in her sophmore year, majoring in Communications, minoring in journalism.

Race and Gender is one of those required electives that she must take for the program her advisor lined out in her freshman year. She didn't want to take it alone, so she convinced her closest friend Roxanne to take it with her.

Roxanne and she had been friends all through highschool and into college. Everyone thought they were only friends. The truth was they had been lovers since the eleventh grade. Roxy and Nat did everything together. Even their dates with guys were together. Shopping, studying, fucking, all together! The only thing they did not do together was live in the same apartment. Roxanne had her own apartment, while Natasha lived on campus in the dorm. They both had intended to relieve that adversity, sometime this semester.

IC:

I dreaded classes like the one I have today. I am too creative to have to waste time on learning things like "Race and Gender", but Mrs. Bingham, my advisor, said my second year would be the perfect time to get it out of the way, so here I am. Determined not to withstand the boredom alone, I convinced Roxy to take it with me.

As we were walking into the classroom, she was telling me about this guy who was hitting on her in the library. Guys were so ignorant. They fell all over themselves trying to impress us. If they only knew...

Giggling at the latest retard, I saw our professor out of the corner of my eye. Wow! She is HOT! I looked back at Roxanne with a serious look and a nod towards the sexy individual that was to teach us all about race and gender. I saw Roxanne's eyes as she took in the length of our instructor.

God, that woman has long legs!

Tugging at Roxy's arm, I urged her to our seats. It was like the woman had taken hold of my friend's body and she could do nothing but stare. Finding seats on the second row, we both sat.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Vivian:

The two girls that entered the classroom take seats directly in front of me. I study them, and note that they are both extremely attractive. I can see that they're close, closer than most friends at this age. There is a lot of light touching going on, and I shake my head slightly, telling myself I'm imagining things.

About 10 minutes later, when the classroom is almost full, I slide off the desk and go to lock the door. Students are not allowed to be late to my class, and the first day, this is drilled into their heads. I know that fifteen minutes into the first lecture, there will be 3 or 4 students knocking to be let in. Too bad for them that they have to miss the first assignment of the semester.

I move back to the center of the room, and raise my voice to be heard over the dull rumble of students just beginning a new year. "Good morning. I am Professor Greene, your guide through the intricacies of Race and Gender. I know many of you don't want to take this class, that you feel it's a "waste" of your precious time. Well, I disagree. This class will prepare you for the world more than your English or History classes. The program of study I teach will prepare you to work with people. Many types of people. Yes, my class is somewhat of an "elective" but it'd definitely not art or music appreciation. We do work here, we don't play. And I hope you're prepared. As you can see, I've locked the door to my room. And if you've noticed, there are 2 people standing at the door waiting to be let in. They will not be. Tardiness is not acceptable in my class. Neither is being absent. I take attendance every day, and two missed classes without a reasonable excuse will cause you to fail. No ifs, ands, or buts. Now. Your first assignment of the semester..." I hear the mass groans, and I smile. "Yes, I did say ASSIGNMENT. This is not high school anymore, ladies and gentlemen. And being sophomores, I'd have thought you'd realize that by now. Anyway, tonight I would like you to find a person, of either another RACE or GENDER to interview. Examples, for those of you who are somewhat slow at catching on. If you're white, find someone who is African American, or Asian, and interview them. If you're a man, you can find a female to interview. I'm sure you get the idea. And the interviews should cover how different it is in today's society for that particular person in comparison with yourself. Any questions?"

When nobody says anything, I nod. "Now, for attendance...when I call your name, please stand and tell us about yourself." I start through the list, and when I call "Natasha Kasey." one of the young giggly girls from earlier stands.

 

[voluptuous_vixen]

"Boy this is a lame way to get everyone to know a little bit about each other" I think to myself. Relunctanly, I stand and look at all the other students. They are of every race and both genders. Truly a hodge-podge of colors for Ms. Greene to instruct.

Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself to speak in front of all of these people. "Hey, my name is Natasha. People call me Nat for short, and I prefer that. I like to read, play solitaire, and shop! I am an only child of deceased parents. I have been an 'orphan' since I was 14 and have lived with my friend Roxy's family since then. I love learning new things and I hope to get the most out of this class."

Finding my seat, I rebuked myself for the tiny lie I had just told. I did not intend to get anything out of this class but 3 semester hours to move me closer to graduation.

Knowing the probability that Ms. Greene could see the rosy glow on my cheeks, I struggled to calm myself from the effects my body always created when I lied. I hoped she mistook my flustered countenance as nervousness at speaking in front of many people. I listened as she finished calling roll and the other students told the class about themselves.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Vivian:

I notice that the first girl, Nat, is blushing hard, and I think that either she's lied about something, or she's just really shy. While the other kids tell me their names and some mundane bit of information that I really don't care about, my eyes wander back to Natasha. She's a really pretty girl, and I find myself imagining her and the girl next to her kissing. "Wait! Where the hell did that come from?" I ask myself, frowning a bit. My mind hadn't wandered to that facet of my personality in so long that I'd kind of pushed it out of my head. Ever since I'd told my husband I thought I was bi sexual, and he'd flipped out, I'd try to forget about it. Now, here I was, watching these to gorgeous young things flirting with each other, and my naughty mind was all over it. What the hell was I going to do?

Finally, class was over, and I dismissed the eager-to-go sophomores out into the world. I was behind my desk, putting away my papers and such, when someone cleared their throat right beside me. Looking up, I saw Nat standing there, her eyes gazing right at me.

"Yes?" I asked, trying not to stare as I waited for her to respond.