1
Morning came all at once. Dr. Michaels screamed a stream of obscenities at the cell phone on the edge of the mattress that was chirping her awake just when she was finally basking in a true, deep sleep.
She staggered out of bed and somehow managed to pee, wash her face, scrub her teeth, brush her hair into place, dress, pack up her papers, down a cup of coffee, stuff her bag with a few snacks, scarf a peanutebutter Cliff Bar, hop into her car and smear on a bit of makeup at red lights just in time to make her morning class on time.
A clockwork Monday.
The only disruption came towards the end of her commute when Dr. Michaels spotted Jason cycling along the side of the road on his bulky, gaudy yellow mountain bike. Michaels decided to be nice and honked at the kid, offering a quick wave as she flew by. The loser blew a kiss at her in her rear-view mirror. She rolled her eyes and felt only a small ache of guilt over never once having offered the boy a ride.
As the week wore on, Michaels almost wished she had stopped and scooped Jason into her crappy Volkswagen when she had the chance, if only to get him alone for a few minutes. Word had apparently got out that Dr. Michaels was a "cool teacher", and she suddenly found herself with a huge influx of desperate children clambering for a piece of her of office hours. Though Michaels often talked herself into being annoyed, the truth was that she actually enjoyed the parade of silly kiddos that came through her office, desperate for her opinion and guidance. So many personalities with so many distinct perspectives, and all of them so confidant that they were adults while shyly demurring to her and silently praying for her approval. It was really quite adorable.
All throughout the week, Dr. Michaels found she had little to no time to spend with her pet. The surge of students taking advantage of office hours eliminated all desk fucking, and most games in between. And with finals fast approaching, Dr. Michaels' committed teacher side managed to keep the sadistic hedonist side from stomping the floor and drawing Jason away from his schoolwork most evenings. Though she worked herself sore every night with her fat, green vibrator, Michaels refused to derail the kid's education any more than necessary.
Of course it was too much to ask that she totally abstain. She couldn't help but hold him back after class a couple of times, pushing him backward against the edge of the desk for a quick, rough makeout. She gripped his throat with one hand, clawed his hard ass with the other, while viciously tonguing his face. All the while she kept a watchful eye for the slightest jiggle of the classroom doorknob, ready to spring away and make up some excuse, even if her mind was burning too hot to know just what that excuse would be.
These little sessions still weren't enough, however, and so Dr. Michaels found herself yanking Jason by the hair into a paper closest near the main computer lab in the student union just before the halls filled with students scurrying between late afternoon classes. Dr. Michaels herself had an afternoon class, so there was no time at all for even a quick fuck. And in any case, the computer lab tended to go through a lot of paper. So Michaels satisfied herself as well she could leaning against the door, skirt hiked up and underwear taut between her calves as Jason sat on his knees and kissed her thighs. Just her thighs, Michaels soon decided, slapping him hard every time his lips and tongue began to drift too high. She swirled her her clit hard, occasionally dipping her middle finger down inside the tight, hungry hole below, moaning shamelessly as people murmured and streamed along just inches away on the other side of the door.
And Jason...oh, Jason! He caught onto the game fast, burying his shaggy head between her legs, kissing his way up the inside of one leg, nibbling his way down the other. The boy kept making attempts at her cunt with his tongue, not because he thought he could achieve a lick, but because he knew that denying him with slap after slap got Michaels off. Such a good boy. Jason lavished her knees with warm pecks before twisting to lick a long, wet, tingling trail from the back of her knee to the base of her ass. The feeling was spectacular, and Michaels' satisfaction was surpassed only by the sight of the pet's eyes, nearly insane with the desire to taste her, to please her, to wrap his mouth around her sex and drink deep from the chalice that was Dr. Michaels.
The poor boy couldn't help but beg for it aloud, murmuring, "Please, Ma'am...please!" as she slapped him away over and over, a jolt of electric terror and excitement shooting up her spine as someone tried to open the door against her back only seconds later. If anything, the commotion outside the door had grown, dozens and dozens of students streaming by close enough to hear snatches of gossip and sniff perfume while she had her way with one of their peers. It was almost certain that a handful of Dr. Michaels' students had passed by. Perhaps a few who she sat with during office hours recently. Perhaps Lindsay.
Michaels worked her clit harder than ever, spattering specks of hot fluid over Jason's face just below. He smacked at the droplets of ambrosia that found his lips, and lapped up the tiny rivulets that were starting to leak down her inner thighs with his warm, velvety tongue. Finally Michaels grabbed the back of the pet's head and forced his face hard into her pussy, immediately sparking a fast, quick orgasm that shuttered her like a good sneeze.
It was a fun, satisfying little game that Dr. Michaels filed away to play again another day when she had time to wrestle out a more memorable climax, but in the meantime she only had time to toss Jason a handkerchief and power walk across campus to make her afternoon class.
And then, of course, came office hours.
Other than Jason, Lindsay Gregs soon proved to be her most adamant devotee. The ditzy blonde girl came often and early, even beating the pet to the door on a couple of occasions. She seemed to like going over every tiny aspect of her assigned readings and pending papers line-by-line. Dr. Michaels the Teacher was downright excited to accommodate the girls' academic anxiety, even as Michaels the Pet Owner raged at the interruptions to her play time. Yet Lindsay was so vulnerable, so fragile. So eager for a simple pat on the head from someone she respected.
It reminded Dr. Michaels all too clearly of her early days with Jason. Before he was a pet. When he was just a scared little boy who she would whisper comfort to while he shed frustrated tears against her shoulder.
The comparison became all too real one afternoon when Lindsay showed up both more timid and eager than ever. She was stressing hard over a simple two paragraph response she was assigned to write about a particularly challenging essay on rhetoric comparing the nature of books to the human mind. It was a pretentious, bloated piece that Dr. Michaels didn't even care for, but it had made something inside Lindsay snap. Halfway through going over the one paragraph she had written, the poor bimbo had lost it and begun to bawl, wailing about how stupid she was, and how such a stupid, stupid girl didn't deserve to be at this school.
Dr. Michaels sighed and experienced a bout of dejavu as she squeezed an arm around Lindsay's shoulders and leaned close to murmur a monologue of affirmations near the girl's ear.
"You're not stupid...this is just a new kind of challenge...you're transitioning...you're one of my best students, and you're doing just fine...I'm proud of you, and there's no reason to give up..."
After a long twenty minutes, Lindsay finally started to buy it and stopped her sniveling. Dr. Michaels managed to squeeze in a few more minutes of actual explanation concerning the troubling essay before it was time to gently dismiss Lindsay.
"Thanks, Professor," Linday said as she packed her things into her backpack, worn once more kangaroo-style across her front. "Really...thanks."
"It's no problem, Lindsay," Michaels said. "Just don't let it pile up to this of point anymore. If you don't understand things, and you feel yourself getting overwhelmed, just come to me first and we'll figure it out."
Lindsay had nodded rapidly, thumbing her reddened nose, clearly embarrassed by her recent outpouring even as her eyes continued to mist over.
"I get why Jason is, like, all into you," she said. Michaels' throat clenched closed, but she managed to keep her face calm. "You guys are a lot alike. Just, like, totally sweet."
"I suppose," Michaels said, tense, searching Lindsay's bashful face for any sign that she meant more than she was saying.
But no. No, there was nothing coy behind those flitting eyes. The girl was simple and sincere.
In a way, that was even more troubling.
"You know, Professor..." Lindsay went on. "Sorry! Um, Doctor, I have to go to the theater's show sometime this month for one of my classes. The Importance of Being Earnest. I have a couple of tickets, and...it could be fun?"
Dr. Michaels sighed the child's name. "Lindsay..."
"I never really got all that stuff when I read it, the, the...subtlety stuff? And you mention Oscar Wilder sometimes and everything."
"Wilde. Just Wilde." Michaels forced a smile. "I'm always busy in the evenings, Lindsay, but go ahead and see it and I'll be glad to talk over anything you didn't understand during office hours."
"Oh. Sure."
Lindsay's face fought against disappointment and embarrassment. She was suddenly very eager to leave the office. But Lindsay still flashed Dr. Michaels a quick, warm smile before scurrying out of her office.
2
Dr. Michaels wandered towards her car in the bustling parking lot, still a bit dazed by little Lindsay's drama. Another child latching onto her! Clinging! And a girl this time! Dr. Michaels hated girls. The last thing she needed was another child fawning after her attention and time. What was with these kids? Just wild, indeed!
Why was Lindsay even asking her when it was obvious she really wanted Jason by her side at the play? The two of them in the dark, elbow-to-elbow...a 'totally sweet' guy her own age, who just happened to have read more Oscar Wilde than even Michaels...
Just as she was closing in on her car, her fingers hooking the keys in her bag, a hand grazed Dr. Michaels' arm and made her jump ten feet in the air. She spun around, expecting anything and anyone except Ted Barlows.
"Oh!" Michaels gasped. "Oh, um, hello there. Hi, Ted."
"Yes, yes, hello Doctor," Ted said with a touch of playful sarcasm. "I just wanted to say hi. No need for panic."
Michaels chuckled and fished a kinked cigarette from her shoulder bag. She saw Ted frown with disapproval, and took an extra deep drag in defiance as she lit up.
"You know that the student council has has approved a smoking ban on campus, right?" Ted said. "If the board signs off on it, what are you going to do?"
Michaels exhaled a stream of smoke into the cool evening air. "Sneak a few puffs at a time in the little girls' room, like I always have."
Ted rolled his eyes."You're a real bad seed, lady. But hey, you're also a hit with the kids around here, so maybe I'm just jealous."
