Gavin trudged through the slush on the sidewalks as he made his way to the earth sciences building across campus. He was in his senior year and had stupidly waited this long to fulfill graduation requirements. He was hoping that he could fill out his schedule with some less intensive classes late in his education so he'd have more time for the English courses he majored in.
"Dang geology," he muttered. "Who knew there were so many kinds of rocks."
The class hadn't been particularly hard, but he was spending more time than he wanted getting through the papers about sedimentary, igneous, and metamorphic rocks. Now he was hoping to get some help finishing up the latest one.
It wasn't all bad though. His TA was gorgeous and he didn't mind spending time with her. He was under no illusions that he could have sex with her for a better grade though. He wanted to make it on his own merits.
The building was warm and Gavin unzipped his jacket as he walked through the halls to her office. Monica's door was open and he knocked gently as he came in.
"Hey Monica."
"Hey Gavin!"
Gavin sat beside her and pulled out his paper and notebook.
"Thanks so much for your help. I did not expect it to take so long. Really starting to get frustrated with it."
"That's why I'm here. I skimmed your first draft already and have some notes for you."
The next fifteen minutes Monica walked him through his mistakes. Gavin was good at more creative writing, and tended to flourish his statements. It worked well in his English classes, but more technical writing was difficult for him.
They'd nearly covered the whole paper when Monica stretched. Gavin couldn't help but watch. He'd learned from her socials that she used to be a dancer, ballet specifically. He'd definitely stalked some of her old posts on Instagram. She looked good in the skintight leotards.
Now she looked good in her leggings and tank top. Her blonde hair was up in a messy ponytail and she had a purple scarf around her neck. Her dangly earrings looked like they were in danger of catching on the knitted fabric to Gavin. He also couldn't help but notice that her breasts were not bound by a bra. They were small, but so was she. They fit her perfectly. He tried not to stare, but he was just a man.
A smile played across her lips when she caught him. She'd stretched like that on purpose. Not that she'd ever admit it.
"You know I found your tinder profile. It was enlightening."
Gavin's eyes snapped up to hers. He groaned. As part of his fraternity hazing he'd had to allow his brothers to create a tinder for him. One that he wasn't allowed to change or even look at. Somehow in the four years he'd been at school it hadn't come up.
"Yeah, the guys made it for me. Part of-"
"Hazing yeah. Do you know what it says?"
Gavin laughed. "No, we're not supposed to look. And I don't use tinder anyway. I'd rather meet someone at a party."
"Well, I could tell you..." Monica began, but Gavin shook his head. "Then I guess I'll have to show you!" She finished with a smile Gavin would describe as predatory.
Gavin was no virgin but most of his hookups had been pretty vanilla. He wasn't one to push the envelope with a one night stand. Maintaining a respectful, nice image was more important to him.
"Ya know, this isn't something I've ever done either. But your profile got me thinking about it. I've been building up this encounter in my head for months."
He blushed at Monica's forward behavior. He was very much attracted to her and now she wanted to engage in some sort of sex okay? Fine by him. Hopefully the guys hadn't put something super weird on his profile.
"O-okay," he stuttered out. "I, um, don't like pain," he mumbled. "Sorry if that's what it says but I don't like that." He blushed again as he remembered a hookup that had bit his nipple harder than expected.
"Don't worry sweetie, nothing like that. Now close your eyes, baby boy."
Gavin felt himself start to react to her gentle, soothing tone. His pants began to feel tight and he was glad he'd worn some track pants. It only got worse when Monica kissed on his neck and ear.
"Good boy," she whispered in his ear. "Mama's gonna take care of you, make it all better."
Gavin thought that surely that phrase would set off alarm bells in his head. Instead, he rose to full hardness in record time.
"Ooh, a big boy," Monica cooed. "Mama is gonna take care of you so good."
Gavin's mind whirled. This mama thing was working for him. He definitely didn't want to bang his mom, but something about her words had him ready to go.
"This is to keep you from peeking," Monica slid her headband over his eyes. "And this is to keep your hands to yourself," she tied his wrists to the arms of his chair.
Gavin was sure he could get his hands out from the weak knots, but he wanted to play along.
"That's better," she said. "One more thing though. Up!" Her command followed her tugging at the waist of his pants. His erection sprang free as she pulled both pants and underwear to the floor.
Gavin was blindfolded, tied up, and naked from the waist down. His dick had never been harder.
"Oh my. Your little guy is just raring to go! That makes me so happy, Gavy."
