My freshman year at college. It was midterms, my first college exams. I was obsessed with getting good marks on them. I decided to take my English Lit. Professor up on his offer on a tutoring session. I met him in his office after class, which also happened to be the last class of the day.
"Professor Wittman? I'm here for my tutoring session."
Professor Wittman looked over his shoulder and told me to sit down and make myself comfortable. I closed the door behind me and sat down in front of his desk. He was a handsome man, probably in his late 30's, early 40's. His dark hair and dark eyes always got to me. I had a thing for older men, I guess.
I started pulling out my notes to glance over them.
"Clohi, how about we talk a little about you before we get into your notes and questions."
I looked up at him from my notes and settled back in my chair.
"I've noticed you are a very intelligent young woman and you could go very far in this University with the right guidance."
Guidance?
"I can see you don't believe me. Well being successful at this University means more then just banging out good grades."
He moved around to sit on the corner of his desk in front of me.
"It means communicating with the faculty, having just the right mentor to guide you along and help you learn the ins and outs of college politics."
He reached up and pulled off his glasses.
"For example, every year, I select a student - a female student - to take under my wing, to help her become a better student. Even more than that - a better person."
I sat there and listened to him. His voice was very soothing and his tone very hypnotic. I listened, overjoyed that he would be taking this time with me.
"Clohi, I've chosen you to be that student this year. That is, if you want me to help you? This type of undertaking has to be mutual. There has to be a dedication to what I am willing to teach you. And more than that, you have to be willing to do whatever I tell you, be the good pupil I know you can be. So, what do you think, Clohi? Are you interested in being a better student?"
Without hesitation, I smiled and asked, "What do I have to do Professor Wittman?"
He smiled and nodded his head.
"Good, Clohi. I knew I had chosen the right person for this. Before we can truly begin, you have to be willing to strip yourself bare, mentally as well as physically."
A feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach. Physically? I thought. He must have known what I was thinking because he smiled.
"Yes, physically. It's no good if you aren't free to explore yourself and your environment. Now, are you willing to do as I instruct you? Are you willing to be my student?"
I stood up.
"Good, Clohi. Now, first I want you to go to the door and lock it."
I turned my back to him and walked to his office door. Turning the switch, I could feel his eyes staring at my back. I felt my body get warm. I had always wanted to be with an older man. I'd been with a few guys before, not many, and mostly boys really. They fumbled and didn't know what was what. I usually wound up with little satisfaction. I had always believed that an older man could give me that satisfaction. I had just never thought it would be Professor Wittman. I walked back to stand in front of him.
"Now, Clohi, I want you to begin undressing for me. Start with your shoes."
I was beginning to feel excited and wet at the turn of events. I had come to his office today to study lecture notes and had never thought somehow I'd become the lesson. I crouched down to untie my shoelaces. As I looked up, I noticed a large bulge starting to form in Professor Wittman's pants. As I stood, I made sure to look directly at his crotch and then up at his eyes. He was watching me, his breathing getting harder. I stood there waiting for my next instruction.
"Very good, Clohi. Now, I want you to unbutton your shirt."
Looking him in the face, I reached up to the top button my shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. I moved to the next button and then down to the next until all the buttons were free and my shirt hung loose, exposing my bra. To show him what a good student I was, I reached up and slowly slid the shirt from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I saw the bulge in his pants getting bigger and decided that he had been in control too long. This was my opportunity to teach him a lesson or two. I turned my back to him and slowly stepped back. My hips slipped between his legs. Turning my head and looking over my shoulder at him, I asked "Would you please unfasten my bra?"
I could feel his trembling fingers run down my back. His touch was light on my skin, but it sent shivers to the mound between my legs. The straps of my bra fell off my shoulders. I turned around to face him dropping my bra to the floor and exposing my bare breasts and nipples. I skimmed my fingers over my breasts, the nipples coming to life.