The English Professor (Closed)

[Ragingbull]

Let me introduce myself. I am Thomas Wells, professor of English at Peninsula College, age 35, 6 feet tall, 195, brown hair, blue eyes, physically fit and, if I must say, quite handsome according to my wife. She loves being a professor’s wife and relishes the role of host to the many students I bring to the house. I wonder how she would react if she knew I was fucking several of them… but I digress. This is not a story about my other conquests. It is a story about a particular young lady that entered my class one September not too long ago.

September was always my favorite month. The freshman class was full of young and innocent female students who wanted to become women but in fact were still just girls. This particular year I couldn’t help but notice a very sensual young lady sitting in the third row of my lecture. I don’t think she knew how sensual she really was. She kept looking up at me with her big eyes so full of awe. I knew the moment I saw her that I had to have her. When the bell rang I motioned for her to stay behind. She walked nervously towards my desk as the rest of the students filed out of the room.

 

[Hidden_Jewel]

Miranda was your average freshman pretty and ready for some fun but not going out of her way to stand out in the crowd. She stood 5'3 and weighed about 130 pounds with blondish brown hair and blue eyes.

She sat through the lecture and made sure to take notes and pay attention realizing just how different this was from high school. In high school she was popular and a cheerleader but here she was going to try and see what happened. She was wearing a cute sundress and sandals. She bit her lip as she approached his desk silently realizing she was the only one that had to stay.

"Ummm did I do something wrong Professor?"

 

[Ragingbull]

"Not at all... Miranda, right? Every year I ask a freshman student to help me in the office from time to time. It is a good learning experience for the student and it helps me keep in touch with what is going on in the student community. I do this randomly by drawing a name from the list of freshmen students. This year I drew your name. Are you interested?"

 

[Hidden_Jewel]

She heard that this could be possible but didn't think she would get so lucky. Her older sister said if she got into working for a professor the class would be easier which made her wonder if it was true. However, she was still a little bit skeptical about it and nodded to him.

"Sure sounds great need all the experience I can get."

Although the experience she spoke of was clearly just the working kind not anything else.

 

[Ragingbull]

“Excellent. I have been working on a book about erotica in 15th century England and can use some help with sorting out relevant sources. It’s quite interesting really but I must warn you that some of the language is quite explicit. I hope you are not too squeamish about such things and can approach the project with a professional attitude. You can still back out but I will be disappointed. I’ll give you some time to think about it. If you still want to do it come by my office at 4 this afternoon so we can get started.”

My office was rather small but at least it was an office I didn’t have to share like some of the other professors. I was able to squeeze a small table against one of the walls where Miranda could work. After classes I went to the gym to work out and returned to the office at 3:30. I found the passage I was looking for and put a copy of the old manuscript on Miranda’s table and waited for her to arrive. At 4:05 I was beginning to wonder if she got cold feet.

 

[Hidden_Jewel]

She was a bit late but she still showed up to his office. At first she was having some doubts but at 4:10 p.m. she was knocking on his door and peeking her head in hoping he wasn't busy or found someone else to take the job.

"Hello? I'm sorry I'm late"

She waited to see if he was in there before going in fully.

 

[Ragingbull]

“Hi Miranda,” I said getting up from my desk to greet her at the door. “I was beginning to worry that you might have changed your mind. Put you things down and we’ll get started.”

I admired her sexy body while she was putting her books in a corner. My desire for her was still strong. Once she was seated at the table I leaned over her shoulder to show her the manuscript I had selected.

“This is old English and not always easy to read. The writing is different and so are many of the words. I’m trying to compile a list of these words and their meanings. For example, see this one here? It says ‘swive’. That’s the word for fuck in old English. These are easier. ‘Cocc’ was the old English slang term for a male penis and ‘cunte’ is of course for the slang word cunt. So if you put the whole sentence together it reads ‘Jonathan wanted to put his cock into the cunt of the wench and fuck her.’ Do you see how it works Miranda?”

 

[Hidden_Jewel]

She started to read the manuscript with the words he was pointing out and nodded to him. Her face got a little reed as it was a bit embarrassing to hear those words and that sentence being spoken out loud.

"Umm I think so. So you want me to do what with this?"

She stared up at him the redness still in her cheeks.

 

[Ragingbull]

I could tell she was embarrassed and wondered if I had pushed her too far. She seemed like such a sweet and innocent girl. I put my hands on her shoulders for reassurance.

"For now I just want you to get familiar with the writing and the terms. Make a list of any of the words you think may have an erotic connotation."

I gently massaged her with my fingers in a fatherly way wondering if she had any feelings for me at all. Perhaps I was going about it all wrong.

"But enough of that for now Miranda. Perhaps we should get to know each other a little better if we are going to work together. Tell me, do you have a boyfriend?"

 

[Hidden_Jewel]

She nodded to him and smiled a little thinking he was quite handsome but wasn't quite sure how to handle the situation. But then he started to ask her questions which started to loosen her up. Shaking her head to the question.

"No I don't have a boyfriend."

She bit her lip realizing how lame she must have sounded with that answer. What freshman didn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend? She doubted she was the only one but it sure felt like it.