It was nearing midterms of Lynette's fourth year. She had checked her grades again and she was still on track to become the Valedictorian, the extra feather in her cap to guarantee her choice of future career.
She only had two problems: Susan Henderson and Professor Richard Magnus' Anthropology class. Susan's grades were also impeccable, forcing Lynette work even harder to achieve her goal, and Dr. Magnus was marking really hard this year. Lynette had poured effort into her assignments to date, but his class was by far her weakest grade, though by anyone else's standards she was doing exceptionally.
Lynette shook her head as the knot of anxiety tightened in her chest, she had not worked this diligently for years only to lose to Susan now because of a required arts course! She had to do something...
Looking up from where she sat in the front row Lynette watched his eyes flit around the room while he taught up at the whiteboard. Ruggedly Handsome, his clothes sat attractively on his athletic frame, he took his fitness seriously and it showed. Standing a little over six feet Rick Magnus was a commanding presence in the classroom as he moved around in front of her desk, towering over her when he walked up to address people in the back.
His well trimmed beard was just beginning to grey, and keeping his head shaved made him look younger than his mid-forties, though sometimes a bit severe. Her mind wandered as a brief fantasy of his strong hands on her skin danced across her thoughts and she caught herself staring at his sleeves rolled up over his thick forearms. Blushing Lynette looked away.
He had seen the flush and coyly averted gaze before when he had caught the occasional young lady lost in thought at his lectures and a little grin quirked his lips as he continued talking to the class uninterrupted.
God, now that the idea had appeared she couldn't deny the little tickle between her legs. It was something she would have to deal with after school, Lynette told herself. Right now she had to focus on how to improve her grade.
She glanced to his desk, and then back to his ass as he wrote on the whiteboard. Did he know he was clenching his cheeks each time he emphasized a point? Lynette's mind wandered to the thought of his cool desk under her shoulder blades as his firm ass drove his cock between her legs...
She absently realized she was staring as she came back to reality. She was staring at his crotch. Glancing up, he was still lecturing, but he was looking right at her!
Blushing furiously Lynette looked around. Many people were avidly paying attention to the class, some were on their laptops or phones, and absolutely no one was paying attention to her.
Now that she'd thought of it, she couldn't get the idea of spreading her legs for Dr. Magnus out of her head. Maybe if she seduced him she could kill two birds with one stone? Scratch this itch and guarantee that she would achieve what she had worked so hard for?
Rick had noticed that Lynette seemed distracted today. Normally she was very studious, one of his best students. He knew that she felt the subject matter didn't come naturally to her, but she worked really hard and he appreciated that. Personally he didn't mind being thought of as a frustratingly hard marker. Truth be told, he liked how it kept those who had no interest in the subject matter out of his courses, they could waste some other Prof's time.
He had always worked to keep a detached air about him, which could be difficult when one had a number of attractive young women in their classes. Lynette was very cute with her nerdy sense of style, and sitting in the front row in her demure little cardigans and smart skirts, looking up at him while he talked, had been endearing all semester, even if he didn't let it show.
He turned around toward the students while he was making his point and he noted she seemed lost in her own thoughts, her thousand-yard stare zeroed in on... his crotch. Quickly glancing up into the sea of faces he stuttered as he regained his train of thought. "Was she slowly spreading her legs?" He wondered to himself as he tried to maintain momentum on his lecture while keeping an eye on Lynette with his peripheral vision.
Rick glanced down at her right as she came back to earth, looking up into his eyes as embarrassment washed over her face and she blushed furiously, the hunger in her gaze arousing something deep inside him.
Lynette quietly excused herself from the class heading to the washroom to splash water on her face. What the fuck had just happened?
This was the last class of the day. She could just say she wasn't feeling well and go back to her dorm. Then a slutty thought in the back of her mind spoke up: or she could stay after class and negotiate a better grade. "Tell him you'll do *anything* to improve your mark," she thought to herself.
What was the worst that could happen? He might be flattered but decline? That would be embarrassing, but even then she could just buckle down harder and improve her grade the way she always had.
But if it worked, the thought of his strong hands on her hips as he pounded her tight little pussy was very insistent. "Fuck, I should not be making plans when I'm horny." She muttered to herself in the mirror.
"If you wait you will lose your nerve," the slut in the back of her mind chided as she thought about taking off her bra and approaching him at his desk after class. Her cardigan would hide her nipples until she walked up and revealed herself for the seduction.
Taking a deep breath she reached between her shoulder blades and popped the clasp, tugging as she slipped the straps over her shoulders and around her elbows, then out from under her t-shirt. Standing in the girl's washroom the nipples of her perky young breasts stood out proudly through the fabric.
She blushed as she turned left and right, noting how obvious it was that she wasn't wearing a bra, at least through her snug t-shirt. Flipping the lapels of the cardigan forward Lynette checked herself again, "Hmm, not quite as subtle as I was hoping." She thought to herself as she pulled the sweater tight, noting that her perkiness was still visible unless she left the lapels draping loose.
Looking down at the bra in her hand she was beginning to have second thoug- Bam!
Her heart leapt as the door slammed open and another girl walked into the bathroom. Lynette stuffed her bra in her bag and turned to keep her back to the other student as she left, her heart racing.
Taking deep breaths as she slowly walked down the hall back to class, "I could try to find a washroom on another floor," she thought to herself as she glanced at the clock, "but the day is almost over, you only have twenty minutes left to tease him..." Lynette thought about biting her lip and batting her eyelashes as she would straighten her posture causing her sweater to fall away from her pert breasts.
As she went the last thirty steps to the door she ran the seductive reveal through her head once more, then acted it out as she walked, biting her lip and pulling her shoulders back, watching her nipples stand out proudly through her taut t-shirt. Looking up Lynette saw another student rounding the corner at the far end of the hall and covered herself again, leaning forward to make sure everything was hidden as she quietly opened the door and re-entered the class.
Some bored stares turned her way, but returned to the lecture as she sat back down in the front, her heart was pounding.
Lynette could tell she had missed something important in the lecture and jotted down a reminder to email a classmate for their notes, and then she could relax and figure it out later.
She waited a few minutes before adjusting her cardigan to frame things just right and give him a peak that nobody behind, or beside her, could see, then straightened her posture, presenting her breasts subtly for his display.
She sat and wondered what he might order her to do, absently biting her lip as she tried to prepare herself mentally, realizing that if he did say yes she would be expected to... her mind began to wander through all of her sexual fantasies, superimposing the two of them on the filthy connections being made in her head. Why did the thought of sucking his cock make her so horny?
"Damn it." Lynette thought to herself as she looked down at her breasts. As she became more aroused her nipples were getting even harder. She tried to be subtle in readjusting her sweater to make sure none of her classmates could see them while still giving the Professor a tease.
Ever since 'that look' before she had stepped out of class Rick was having a hard time focusing. He glanced at his notes, using his list of bullet points to grab the next five-minute topic as he eyed the clock again. The day was almost over.
He was acutely aware that she had begun to fidget in her seat and he was trying not to catch an eyeful of something that would cause him to lose his train of thought in front of everyone. Watching her out of the corner of his eye as he spoke, he could see that her legs were spread under her desk and she was bouncing her knees. When she readjusted her sweater again he looked down, was that a nipple peeking out?
"Uh..." Fuck! he could feel his cock stirring as he tried to pick up where he had left off, "Please read chapters seven and nine before next class. And we have a few minutes left for questions." Professor Magnus walked up to stand in front of her desk as people's hands went up around the room.
Lynette glanced at the time, minutes left in class as she listened to his deep voice, his crotch only feet from her face. Was that his dick down the left leg of his pants, or just the fabric tenting? She chewed gently on her lip as she studied the curves, if it was, it was bigger than she was expecting.
At that moment Rick was regretting wearing boxers to work today. Now that he was starting to thicken, his tight pants and the soft fabric of his underwear, along with the attention of a particular student, were becoming very stimulating. He glanced down, wondering if he was visible, only to see Lynette starring right at his hardening cock, biting her lip. He stepped in a little closer, using her head and body to shield his predicament from the students behind her as he answered their questions.
Quickly cutting his losses he turned around and walked the few careful steps back to his desk to sit down. The bigger he got the more stimulating his tight pants had become and when he sat the hip-fold trapped his throbbing member in his pant leg, pleasurably snaring it at full attention as the students filed out of the classroom in a controlled stampede.
