Tierney sat in her desk during class staring at her professor as he gave his weekly lecture. She wondered what he looked like naked. The professor was at least six foot tall with dark wavy hair cut short. He was a big guy and probably played football in his college days. He had great eyes and an amazing smile. She stared at him every class with a silly smile on her face and he smiled at her when he caught her.
One day after class, the professor asked Tierney to stay after class so he could have a word with her about her grades. Tierney couldnât keep her mind on the dayâs lesson with the thought of being alone with Dr. Simmons. He called on her a few times and she was unable to answer his questions. Clearly her mind was on something else.
The class cleared out and Tierney followed the Professor to his office. They talked on the way about where she was from and how she liked school. He told her he was from Southern California and that he missed L.A. a lot, especially his favorite chili cheeseburger place. She told him she missed her family but that she was going home at the end of the term for the summer and that she couldnât wait to see her boyfriend because itâs been a while.
They reached the office and he told Tierney that he thought she could do a lot better in class if sheâd stop staring into space and paid more attention. She told him that her mind was on other things when she was in his class and that maybe if he answered her questions, sheâd be able to concentrate more.
âDoctor Simmons, I canât help it. I get in your class and all I can think about is what you look like naked.â Said Tierney.
âMiss McLain is that all it is? I think I can help you with that.â He said. He got up and locked the door to the office. He loosened his tie and took off his jacket. Tierney wiggled in her chair and tried not to giggle. He stood in front of her and leaned down and kissed her. She stood up and kissed him back. He tasted like coffee and smelled like cheap cologne. The kind Great Aunts gave to guys and they only wore it on special occasions. The stuff that really smelled bad. They kept kissing. His hands slid up her shirt and freed her breasts from the thin bra she wore. She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it. They tossed each otherâs clothes on the floor as they moved on to the next piece of clothing. Soon he was in his boxers and she stood there in a baby pink lace and silk bra and thong set. The silk threads, if you will for the lack of a better term, were showing just how wet he was making her. He slid her breast from its lace and silk prison and gently ran his tongue around her nipple. It stiffened upon his touch and he began to suckle lightly on her as she rubbed her hands on his well-formed chest. She mewed like a kitten as his hand found the wetness beneath the silk. Tierney felt a wave of warmth rise from between her thighs as her Professor rolled her clit between his fingers and sent her on the way to heaven.
âDoctor Simmons, Iâve never felt like this with any of the boys I date. This only happens when I rub myselfâ, said Tierney.