The Geology Final

[danimal3378]

My geology professor was a goddess. Early thirties, green eyes, magnificent smile, and always wore skirts and dresses that showed off her shapely legs. She had ben the object of my affection all semester, of course I was too shy to let her know.

Whether it be her beauty or the fear of being called on, no one braved the first row.
However, today I knew I had to. She wore Chanel No. 5 as if it were invented solely for her. She put on just enough to be fragrant, it provided an intoxicating aroma that kept my rigid attention.

I was the lone student seated in the front row on the day of the final. I passed by my usual spot at to sit directly in front of the large oak desk I knew she'd be seated at when she came in to proctor the exam. The bittersweet end of the course had come, and I was intent on getting one last experience with her to lock in my memory.

"You moved," she said

"Oh yes," I blurted out "I wanted a good view of the clock." Proud of my quick thinking answer.

She gave a brief smile, her eyes sparking like magnificent emeralds, then she started handing out exams.

 

[danimal3378]

.....

 

[pj38]

Students don't sit in the front row without a reason. At the final exam, though? I mean, why wait until now? I could only smile inside when Matt said he needed to see the clock.

I am Vanessa DePune, professor of geology, married to Manuel DePune, professor of mathematics, 25 years older than me, whom I met and married as a graduate student. Because of his age, Manny and I have an "arrangement," meaning he doesn't ask questions about my life with younger men. He also doesn't mind that I wear perfume to class, nor tight skirts, nor tight low-cut blouses, nor that sometimes I even skip the bra. He does get a little jealous, but I kinda enjoy that. I don't let him suffer too much, and reward him generously for being a good sport.

The undergraduate students I don't take too seriously, though. Some of them, like Matt, like to catch a sweet look now and again, but they're mostly harmless. When I passed out the exams, I could see Matt was locked in on my legs. Back at my desk, I made sure he got a good view, but not so much as to distract his concentration.

During the exam, I sat and read a journal, but my mind kept drifting. I hadn't had a young lover in a while, and wondered if Matt was a serious possibility. Ultimately I had discounted that idea, it just didn't seem likely. But Matt hung around after the exam, carefully putting away his things so as to be the last student to leave. He gave me one last nervous glance and then headed for the door.

"Matt," I called out, "You're a senior next year, right?" He turned and nodded, with a curious look on his face.

"I have a little bit of work-study money available. There's a demographics project I have going and need some coding done. Not rocket science, of course. Would you be interested in something like that? You could mostly keep your own schedule."

 

[danimal3378]

I nod vigorously, before saying "Very" feeling my cheeks flush red at you finally talking to me. "I'd be happy too Ms. DePune. When can I start?" I ask biting my upper lip slightly. I came from a poorer family and had managed to scrape by on scholarships thus far, but next semester I'd need a little extra help and this seemed like a great opportunity, not just to earn a little money, but to get a chance to continue to admire Ms. DePune.

"I actually have some programming experience in C++ and am good with databases and Excel..." I start, letting my sentence trail off at the end.

 

[pj38]

"Well, Matt, you probably won't need much experience for what I have in mind," she said, stifling a smile. "It'll be mostly data entry. Later I'll try to come up with another project more stimulating, but for now I've got a stack of forms that need be entered."

She noticed Matt's nervousness as he spoke to her. His innocense was so attractive, but it also led her to worry that this would all come to nothing. She sighed, scolding herself for letting her thoughts get ahead of herself.

"I'm in the office Tuesdays and Thursdays from 1:00 until sometime after 4:00. This Thursday I'll still be grading, but you can start next week whenever you're able to come in."

She reached in her purse to get a pen and a business card with her office number. Then she pressed the stack of exams under her arm, squeezing them as she wrote the times on the card. This caused the opening of her blouse to widen slightly and her breast to press upward. She leaned over the card, writing slowly so as to give him a look if he wanted that.

"There," she said, handing him the card. "This will give you the time and place to come in. I'll see you then."

 

[danimal3378]

Matt watches as Ms. DePune wrote on the card, his eyes transfixed on the bap in her shirt, her soft curves. So close the scent of her perfume burns in his mind. He can barely think at this point and feels his face turn crimson fearing he’d been caught starting to long as he takes the card. “I’ll see you next Tuesday at 1:00 Ms. DePune.” he manages to mumble before hurrying out of the classroom.
Back in his dorm room he rubs one out, his mind replying that brief interaction, lingering on the delicious scent of her perfume.
On Tuesday afternoon he heads over to her office, knocking on the door at 12:55. “Ms. DePune?” he asks, “I’m ready to start.” His eyes slowly look around her office, taking in the map of the world, then her gleaming mahogany desk, and finally her behind it. He waits a moment, trying not to seem to anxious as he steps into the office.

 

[pj38]

Vanessa had worn a loose blouse and tight skirt, and the perfume that young guys seemed to love. Before Matt arrived, she had turned his desk so he would face her desk when he was working. She didn't really expect anything to happen since he seemed so young and shy. But she wanted to make herself look enticing just in case he was really attracted and might actually come through.

"Hello, Matt," she said, noticing that he was on time, even a little early. "Here's where you'll be working," she said, pointing towards the desk. "You can put your things on the floor there or in the closet. There's coffee and tea and a water heater if you'd like that. You'll be working on that laptop computer there on your desk."

Matt put away his things, sat down, and opened up the laptop. Vanessa went to a cabinet and brought a stack of papers, maybe 100 sheets. She had put the forms in the bottom drawer, and she made sure he had a good view when she leaned and her skirt rode up on her thighs. Then she brought the forms, set them down in front of Matt, and sat down in the chair beside him.

"These are the forms you'll be entering. You're starting from scratch, so you'll create an Excel spreadsheet and enter each item in a separate field. If you find something not legible, just put it in square brackets and enter an asterisk at the end of the field."

Then she leaned over and pointed at a line on the top form. "You see here the address is a little hard to read." She didn't want him to feel threatened or crowded, so she watched him to make sure he didn't move away from her. He didn't, so she was pretty sure he got a good look down her blouse and a good whiff of all her bodily scents. "If you want to look it up on Google Maps to check it, that's ok. Or you can just flag it with brackets and we'll deal with it later."

Then she sat back and crossed her legs. "As I said, there isn't much to this. You mentioned programming, and I thought if you wanted to create an entry form that's fine. And later we'll want to be able to email all the clients and extract data to insert in the email. Also I've mentioned this to the other researchers and they'll be thinking of other applications you might want to work on. We'll just have to see."

Matt seemed more self-assured than she had thought before. He looked really good, slim and muscular. She engaged his eyes briefly, several times, and he didn't look away. But his face seemed indifferent, so she wasn't sure whether she was getting signals from him or not.

"So how does this seem to you? Do you think you'll enjoy working on this project? We certainly need the work done. And it will be a pleasure having you around the office each week.

 

[danimal3378]

As she leaned over to explain the task Matt couldn’t help but notice her delicious curves, the scent of her honey sweet perfume, and the lavender scent of her hair. Oh know, what was she saying, he found himself lost in his own head, unable to focus on what she was saying. He tries to refocus, after all its work and he needed the money.
She asked a question, shit he things trying to get his brain to process it. “Um, it sounds fine Ms. DePune,” he finally replies. “I’ll get this stack finished for you today.” He starts on the task, quickly realizing that it won’t be very challenging at all, the hardest part will be reading this selling writing or maybe focusing he things as he realizes how close Ms. DePune is to him.
He sat done and really focused on getting going on his work figuring it was important to make a good impression. After about 20 minutes he realizes her office is really warm, but warmer than he prepared for in his sweeter. It feels like his face is on fire so he pushes his sleeves. The temperature makes her perfume seem even stronger, almost over powering in the way it infiltrates his mind. Soon he is lost, daydreaming about the gorgeous beauty in front of him, but eventually he pulls his focus back and is soon halfway through the pile.

 

[pj38]

Vanessa noticed that Matt was about halfway through the pile of forms. He was nearing the end of his scheduled work period, so she thought she would go and see how his spreadsheet looked. She and kept an eye on him and was pretty sure he'd been eying her. So she was trying to think of a way to bring this up with him without scaring him off. She got up, walked over to his desk, and sat down in the empty chair.

"Let me take a look at what you've done," she said, turning the laptop so she could see it. "Hmmm...yes, that's very nice."

She pretended to study the screen as she changed the subject.

"You know, Matt, maybe you can help me with something else. Over the years I've noticed that the young men in my classes will sometimes watch me, maybe stare or leer, you know what I mean. As a young woman, I enjoy this attention, so as you know I try to dress attractively for my lectures. Not only do I enjoy the attention, of course, I find my young male students very attractive also."

She continued studying the screen as she spoke, careful not to look at him.

"I've always wondered if young men your age were just looking, or if they had real intentions and maybe were afraid to ask, me being an older professor and all."

"Speaking hypothetically, of course, what is your opinion of that? Would young men your age every really want to be intimate with a professor? Have you ever heard of this happening?"

 

[danimal3378]

Matt heard the words but didn’t know how to responds… he stutters out, “umm.. well… umm you are very pretty Ma’am.’ He feels his face turn a bright shade of red, what’s happening.. what am I doing. He bights his bottom lip, not sure what’s come over him, but knowing this isn’t a topic that they should be discussing. He squirms in his seat, trying to avoid the rest of the question.
Mustering up his courage he decides the best way to precede is to try to change the subject, “so, umm… is it what you were looking for Ms. DePune?” He finds himself looking around the room, trying to focus on anything but her.

 

[pj38]

Vanessa leaned back, her chair sliding away from him. Her hand went to her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, Matt. I've embarrassed you horribly. I had no idea this was such a sensitive thing."

Inside, Vanessa was baffled. Had her instincts been that wrong? She was sure he'd been watching her, and he didn't deny it. He must be just terribly uncomfortable with this. She bit her lip as if to bide time while thought of what to say. Then she sighed and laid her hand on the laptop.

"Look, you've done a fine job with this spreadsheet. You come back at the same time on Thursday and the team will have generated some more forms to enter. Or you can work on the programming if you prefer to do it that way."

She brought her hand back and leaned forward slightly. Matt was sitting with his hands in his lap, still avoiding her gaze. Vanessa reached out her hand and rested it gently on his arm.

"And Matt, I won't bring this subject up again, I promise."

Vanessa then got up and brought some papers back from the desk. You'll need to fill these out to get paid, you can bring them back next time. And this one is your time sheet--just enter the date and the number of hours you worked. You can use half-hour fractions if you have leftover minutes. Once all this is turned in, you'll get a check in the mail every week. Or you can request direct deposit, which you'll get quicker than a check."

She stood up, and Matt picked up his backpack and followed her to the door. He could have worked a bit longer, but Vanessa didn't want to keep him there in such discomfort. She hoped he wouldn't be that nervous around her forever,

"So, Matt, I'll see you on Thursday, same time."

Matt walked away, and Vanessa sighed and went back to her desk.

 

[danimal3378]

As Matt left his head was filled with many thoughts.. what happened, why did she ask, what's going on, but he didn't know who to talk to or where to turn.

He went back to his apartment were he tossed and turned through most of the night, until sleep finally came. Once it did, it was restless, filled with tossing and turning, uneasiness, and uncertainty.

He made it through his classes on Wednesday but there wasn't much that really stuck with him. Finally it was again 2 PM on Thursday. Matt knocked softly on her door, "Ms. DePune?" he questioned as he heard voices rustling and voices inside. As he stepped in Kim, one of Ms. DePune's students picked up her bag and left.

"I'm back to finish the data entry."

 

[pj38]

Over the two days Vanessa had reflected on her encounter with Matt. She had dismissed her thoughts of a new affair. But if he enjoyed watching her, she'd be happy to give him something to look at.

Classes were out and her grades turned in, so she was working on research and organizing her office. She had been jogging and decided not to change until she got home. She'd slipped off her sports bra, which she thought was uncomfortable to wear for long periods. when Matt arrived, she was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and still in sneakers.

She got out the stack of data forms for Matt to enter. "Matt the team looked at the spreadsheet and everything looked fine. I think someone moved one of the data columns but you can rearrange if however you want to. Everyone is pleased that this is getting done so quickly."

Matt sat down and went to work. Vanessa was working on shelving a stack of books that had accumulated on her desk. She had little step stool that she used to reach the top shelf. Some books she'd shelve leaning over to the bottom shelf, and some others she'd have to stretch on her tiptoes. Most of them were across the room from Matt. But one was on a high shelf just in front of him. She was vaguely aware that her shirt pulled upward exposing her belly. Then another was just by his chair. He had to scoot his chair over so she could squeeze in, and her shoulder had brushed his leg as she put the book on the shelf.

Later there was this plant that she'd repotted and broght back to the office. It was so heavy now she'd gotten someone to bring it in for her. It was sitting on the floor and she wanted it on the top of the file cabinet by the window where it could get lots of light. She leaned over to pick it up, leaving a nice view of her legs and thighs. She could feel the legs of her jogging shorts pull but didn't really know what might be visible.

Vanessa struggled with the plant but couldn't lift it. She looked at the cabinet--there's no way she could ever get it that high.

"Matt, do you think you could help with this plant? I'm trying to get it on top of this file cabinet. Maybe the two of could lift it up there."

 

[danimal3378]

Matt's mind had been tormented the last few days over his last interactions in her office? He didn't understand, what was she asking. He was more confused than ever as he entered on that Thursday. Then her instructions that morning so cold and calculated, no hint at all of what she was asking on Tuesday. Maybe best to just forget it, after all he needed the money to help pay his rent.

Then as she moved through the office, teasing him with her taunt body as she moved, stretching to place the books in their proper place. Lost in a gaze at her, darn, she's looking at me..what did she say. The plant.

Its now or never, I think as I stand. Help with the plant. "No problem Maám" but instead of going to the other side of the plant Matt steps behind her. The plant doesn't look that heavy so he reaches around her, his chest pressing to her back as he slowly bends down and takes the plant, lifting hard as it budges from the floor and slowly rises up. His body around her, finally a chance to feel the heat of her so close. "Where do you want it Ms. DePune."

 

[pj38]

Vanessa was surprised when he reached around her to lift the plant. With his strength, and the plant not being that heavy anyway, it was on the cabinet in no time. Matt walked back to the desk, sat down, and went back to work.

"Whew, thank you....Matt," Vanessa stuttered. She had felt his lean, muscular body against hers, and thought she had felt the pressure of his cock against her bare leg. It rattled her to feel him so close.

She wondered if poor Matt had done that on purpose. She doubted it, after his breakdown of shyness last time. She glanced over to see if she could see an erection in his pants, but the table blocked her view. So she found another book, and pretended to go and shelve it just above his desk. As she reached up, she gave his torso a quick glance. Hmmm...she thought, as she looked back up to put the book on the shelf. Nothing definite, but it looked like a pretty full package he was carrying around.

Vanessa went back to the desk and began filing papers. About a half hour, she pretended to be warm and began fumbling with her sweatshirt to get it off.

The sweatshirt had a full zipper in the front, and that morning Vanessa had zipped it up half way and gave it a good blow with a hammer. So it was completely stuck. Underneath the sweatshirt, she'd worn a stretchy top with no bra. She started struggling with the zipper and makings sounds of frustration. Finally she walked over to Matt's desk.

"Matt, I just can't get this zipper loose. Do you think you can pull it free?"

She leaned over in front of him, holding the zipper out in front of her to show him.

 

[danimal3378]

Matt looks up to see her chest right in front of his face, he tries to suppress his smile but has trouble doing so as he reaches up and gives the zipper a tug. It doesn't move at all. He feels himself hardening, hands so close to her.

"That's really suck." Matt reaches up with his second hand to help hold the sweatshirt and gives a firmer pull, still nothing. Without thinking much he puts his hand on her chest trying to hold it and give another strong pull. It doesn't move and suddenly Matt realizes what he just did, where his hand is resting. His face turns red and he starts to apologize, "I'm a... sorry," he stutters. He looks up at her eyes and show doesn't seem the list bit embarrassed about the situation or where his hand is resting. "Its just too tight,"Matt whispers.

 

[pj38]

"No harm done, Matt," Vanessa answered quickly. "It was just an accident." She paused briefly then gave Matt a wry smile, "Or a clever trick. I guess I won't ever know which."

Vanessa could tell Matt was embarrased. She turned away so as not to bring attention to him.

"You know, Matt, I'm just not thinking straight. I can just lift the whole sweatshirt over my head."

She pulled up on the bottom of the sweatshirt and slid it up over her head. On the way up, however, the stuck zipper snagged a strand of her hair. Now the sweatshirt covered her face. The more she pulled, the more the zipper dug in. She stood in front of Matt, her breasts pressing into the stretched nylon, her face covered by the sweatshirt.

"I can see where it's caught," she said, maneuvering it so that she could see the zipper. "Luckily it caught only a small strand of hair at the bottom. I think the easiest thing would be to cut it. Can you get the scissors off my desk and cut the hair where it's caught."

 

[danimal3378]

Matt, stared for minutes at the situations, Ms. DePune's breasts stretched the taught fabric and this view caused her nipples to strain at the fabric. It was, quite arousing. After drinking this in Matt when and grabbed the the scissors.

He paused,"are you sure?" not seeing another avenue out of this situation be not certain he was the one that wanted to make the cut. He saw her wiggle, his eyes not paying attention to his hands, instead mesmerized by the strained fabric at her chest.

Snapped back to paying attention, ""I can't get a good view, could you um sit down." Matt put her hair behind her, "here, sit, your chair is right here, guiding her down into it. Matt then moved and knelt on her desk, looking down the sweatshirt at the suck hair, not paying much attention he position he knees right in front of her fabric covered eyes on the desk. Lightly with the scissors he positions and takes a small snip, freeing the hair.

 

[pj38]

Matt cut the strand of hair, and Vanessa slid the sweatshirt up and off of her head. She had not been able to watch Matt during all of this, but guessed this might have been uncomfortable for him. She gave him a sympathetic look.

"Oh Matt, I'm so sorry all of this has happened."

Vanessa reached her fingers for a clump of hair, holding it out to see if the snipped ends showed that much. Matt laid the scissors on the desk.

"Wow, that's not bad at all." She let go the hair, and looked at Matt. "Well, I'm sorry I've put you through all of this." Matt turned to go back to his desk.

Vanessa followed him half way across the room. "Matt I promise to be more careful. I'm afraid I've traumatized you again." She stopped as he walked on and sat down. "You've probably had your hands on more of your professor's body than you ever wanted to."

 

[danimal3378]

As Matt sat he tugged his shirt down, trying to cover his erection from having just felt up the object of his most intimate desire, Ms. DePune. Of course that didn't mean he wanted everyone who might knock on her door for a question to seem him in this state.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get it off without messing up your hair," he moved in his seat, hoping the discomfort of his erection against the stiff fabric of his jeans would soon recede. Wanting to change the subject he says of the data entry, "I've only 10 left maám, will that be all for the day when I finish?"

Matt looks up at her and swears he sees her eyes sparkle, though he has no idea why.

 

[pj38]

"Yes, Matt, that would be fine. I didn't realize how late it had gotten." Then a thought occurred to her. "Actually, let me take a look at what you've done today. One of the researchers asked about alternative coding of gender, and I had meant to go through your pile of forms to see if anyone designated something besides M or F."

She walked over and sat in the chair next to Matt's desk. She got a good look at his erection, and was relieved that she'd had a positive effect on him.

"Yea there was one form where they wrote in 'other'," Matt answered. "I just left it blank in the spreadsheet."

"Well let's change that to an 'O' since that's what they wrote. Next time I'll have all the previous forms, and you can correct any that you've left blank."

She paused for a moment. "Actually, why don't you go ahead and take off now since there's not much time left. And again, I really thank you for helping me out. I hope it wasn't too hard on you." Vanessa paused, leaving a silence after the word 'hard'. She pinched the lock of hair again, leaning over and holding it out for him to see so that his erection was in view below them.

"I'm relieved that you did so good a job cutting the zipper free. It's barely noticeable, don't you think?"

Then they got up and Matt gathered his things.

"So I'll see you on Tuesday, same time," she said.

 

[danimal3378]

That night when Matt was home, he fantasized about the feel of her breast against his hand and at the thought he was instantly hard. He proceeded to rub vigorously and as he came he softly whispered her name 'Vanessa' before drifting off to sleep.

He was excited for work next Tuesday but had a long time until then, so he'd have to be patient. That Saturday evening he was working his other job as a waiter. As he is going up to his next table he sports her, Ms. DePune in a stunning blue dress seat with an older gentleman. He comes up to the table and says "Hello Ms. DePune, I'll be your server tonight, today's special is the sirloin and the soup of the day is a lobster bisque. If there is anything anything I can do to make your meal more enjoyable please let me know. Would you like to start with drinks?"

 

[pj38]

"Oh, goodness!" Vanessa exclaimed, turning excitedly to her husband, giving his arm a shake. "Manny, this is the young man I've been telling you about, who's been doing the coding."

"And Matt, this is my husband Manny. He teaches math, actually only a few classes now, all upper division. I've told him all about you and your wide range of skills." She pinched a strand of hair and held it out, smiling.

"Well if MY zipper gets stuck," Manuel said with emphasis, "I'm not letting you anywhere near a pair of scissors."

"Isn't he cute, Matt. An old professor, still as playful as a kitten," she said, giving her husband an affectionate nudge.

"Well we don't want to get you fired, chatting like this. I'll have a glass of house red," she said.

"A pint of beer for me," her husband said. "An draft amber or IPA, anything with hops. And I'll try that lobster bisque. And bring two spoons, she'll want a taste."

"We'll look over the menu," she added. "We haven't been here in forever."

 

[danimal3378]

"Yes Sir" Matt replies, hoping that this could be a chance for a good tip.

He is quickly off to get wine and there most expensive IPA they having, figuring upping the bill a bit might just help the tip. He's quickly back with the drinks and the bisque.

"Here you are Sir" he says serving the drinks, "The best IPA we stock. And for you Ms. DePune the house red, fruity and vibrant."

"Here is the bisque, its very warm." he sets the steaming bowl down and then a napkin with the two spoons. Standing back up he looks at Ms. DePune, "Are you ready to order or do you need a few minutes?"Matt asks trying to position himself to ensure that tip.

As he stands there Matt has a great view of Ms. DePune's cleavage, he feels himself hardening as he remembers the feel of her in her office. He turns to her husband, trying to control the issue as he waits for a response.

 

[pj38]

Vanessa’s husband was well aware of his wife’s dalliance and had resolved that, owing to his age, this was the course their lives must take. He loved her and he loved her youth, even to the point of taking pleasure in knowing she was satisfied completely with her life. When she told him about the mishap in the office, he reckoned there was more behind it than just a unlikely accident.

His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Matt’s eyes hover over her breasts. He thought of giving Nessa a playful nudge, but he was sure she’d not want that. But he filed the thought away in his mind, possibly to bring up another time.

He ordered beef stew and Vanessa ordered a salmon dinner salad, then Matt left to place the order. When Matt was gone, Manny turned to Vanessa.

“Well, he seems like a fine young man,” he said, stifling a smirk.

Vanessa quickly turned to look at him, betraying a subtle smirk behind a steely glare. “Don’t you think the decor is attractive in here?” she said, deflecting his attempt to tease her.