Ding. There was the all too familiar sound of yet another email popping up on Dr. York's laptop. He would get a lot more done if emails were not a constant stream. As a faculty member with a teaching load and chair of the undergraduate program he got more than his fair share of emails. As he clicked away from the paper he was working on for a journal and into his email he saw the familiar subject pop up.
"Do you have office hours today?"
Ugh. Was about to be his initial response but then the name that was associated with the request was a game changer. Nicole Alteil. He was ashamed of the smile that grew on his face. Yet he just couldn't help himself. Nicki was his all time favorite student. She had been in his intro class a year ago and since then had taken multiple classes with him. As a professor in Race Studies he appreciated the students who came in with real questions. Who really wanted to learn and challenge themselves. Miss Alteil raised the bar on this particular strength. But more importantly she was special. He couldn't put his finger on it but he felt drawn to her like no other student.
Yes he'd taught for a few years at this university and had seen his fair share of beautiful young women. Many of whom were happy to flirt with him. They would wear low cut tops. Extra short shorts. Perfectly fitting yoga pants with T-shirt's that barely reached the waistline. He knew most of it happened because he was not young. Which made him safe for them to practice their flirting. He had too much too lose anyways for a meaningless romp. Family. Reputation. Job.
But he was always glad when they left their Instagram unlocked. They were great motivation for jerking off. Many of them loved to post sexy pics of themselves posing at campus parties and in their dorm rooms. Some on the verge of pornographic but great to fantasize about. But back to the email. Back to Nicki.
Nicki was different. She did not have an open social media account. She did not typically wear revealing clothing but she always made her presence known. She always made a point of saying hello on her way into class. She always stopped on the way out to say thank you even if he was with another student. She never left until he looked at her and responded. She maintained solid eye contact all class. Even when he looked directly into her wonderfully deep brown eyes she would not look away. Her curly hair and olive skin gave evidence of her middle eastern background. Nicole was about 5'7". Her slim build that reflected her yoga workout regimen. A neat tidbit she had shared at an earlier office hour meeting. She came to his office often. And she never stayed less than an hour. All time was lost talking with her. But this is not what brought the smile to Malik York's face. Her emails somehow conveyed her in-person exuberance. She used a lot of exclamation marks in her emails.
"Hi! Dr. York! It's Nicki Alteil. Can I come by your office hours today? Thanks! Nicki."
If Dr. York hadn't been so conscious of how this younger generation put so much meaning into every text he would have dismissed the excessive use of the exclamation point. But according to social media sites exclamation marks were supposedly open attempts at flirting. So he replied carefully.
"Hello Nicole (he always used her full name). Yes I am in my office now. Dr. York." Send.
Ding. "Great! I will be right over! Thanks! Nicki."
No sooner than he had finished reading the email was there a knock on the door. She must have been just down the hall when she sent the email.
"Come in."
In walked Nicki. If she noticed Dr. York catch his breath unexpectedly she did not let on. Confidently and without hesitation she walked into Dr. York's office and closed the door behind her. It was just after spring break and she must have gone somewhere sunny. Her thick brown hair had some lighter almost blonde streaks in it and it was braided tightly into two French braids. Each braid carefully draping down the front of her shoulders. Her skin was a little browner than usual. She was wearing a loose white T-shirt that revealed some of her stomach. Many a time he had fantasized about cumming all over her stomach. Dr. York for the first time noticed just how big her tits were. Easily a large c cup. Nicki was also wearing very short jeans shorts. The kind where the pockets were longer than the shorts. Baby blue classic adidas sneakers with ankle socks. Her legs were smooth and tanned. Dr. York could feel the bulge in his pants begin to grow. Thank god I'm sitting at my desk was all he could thInk to himself.
"Hi Dr. York!" She said.
Bouncing over to the open chair across the desk from him. Her tits bouncing along.
"Hello Nicole."
Hopefully his voice hadn't really cracked like he imagined it just had. The 21 year old sitting across from him continued to smile as she propped her feet on the chair and brought her knees up to her chin. Giving him full view of her tanned smooth thighs that should have been hidden by the desk. Was she intentionally displaying for him? He could only imagine. She was either a curse to his existence or the most amazing present the universe could bestow upon a man. It was days like this that he loved his job!! Many days it was the sole motivation that got him out of bed in the morning. Where else would he go and have beautiful women so eager to be around him. So easily displaying their body. There was that bulge again. Focus you idiot.
"What can I do for you today Nicole?" Slide my dick between your tits he thought.
"Oh it's nothing major. I was in the area and wanted to say hi since I just got back from California."
"Oh I see. I guess that explains why you're almost as brown as me."
Dr. York was also the only black person on faculty in the department.
"Geez. Dr. York you always bring our conversations back to class work."
As a specialist on race and ethnicity. Dr. York's classes were extremely popular even if they were known to force students to have difficult conversations. It was usually a follow up to these conversations that brought Nicole into his office. She always wanted one on one talks. Sometimes he felt himself talking to her less as a student of his and more like someone important in his life.
