Sometimes we do things that we don't enjoy to get ahead. Sometimes we enjoy them very much, this is one of those times.
History of the middle ages, not the most exciting class, you had picked it because it looked easy. A simple way to pad your average and get some credit hours. Things however aren't always as easy as they seem. For starters you couldn't stop fantasizing about you professor in class and your marks where showing it. Despite your best efforts you just couldn't pay attention.
You can't really blame yourself, Prof. Miller was just so damn sexy. He was young, tall, fit and disarmingly handsome. Something about his calm confidence and smooth voice just turned you on as he lectured. Not to mention he had the best body in the entire classroom, at least that was what some of the other girls in class said. They had seen him in the campus Gym. Although he was of a leaner build he was frame was still muscular, you had never seen an inch of softness on his hard body.
Normally he was dressed rather casually when he lectured, dress shirt with black jeans. You particularly liked this outfit because when he would write anything on the board because he had a habit of rolling up his sleeves and giving you a view of his muscular arms.
Once in a while however he would come straight from the gym. Wearing only a tight rash guard and fight shorts, so much of him showed you could not help noticing whenever you shifted in your seat how your panties would rub against your clit. The show before you building a feeling of raw desire, urging you to finger yourself right then and there as you stared at your sexy teacher.
Halfway through the semester, you realized how much trouble this constant teasing is causing.
You're almost failing the least difficult of all your classes, because every time you go to study you keep thinking back to Prof. Miller. You kept ending up naked, soaking wet and fingering yourself till sweet release.
Something has to change and soon, making up your mind you decide it's time to go to the professors after class evening help group. The group portion however, was exaggerated as you entered the classroom to see no one. Professor Miller was sitting back, legs propped up against his desk reading a book with his headphones in.
He looked nothing like he did in class, wearing a graphic T-shirt and tight black jeans he would have looked more in place at a bar than in a classroom. He looked up as you approached with mild surprise. "I thought no one cared about their grades in my class. How can I help you cutie?" He chuckled to himself.
Surprised and flattered, you couldn't help raise an eyebrow and question "Cutie, professor?" You had taken more than the average time making sure you looked sexy and perfect.
Laughing Prof. Miller replied. "It's long after hours, little lady. Right now it's just two adults learning some history." Leaning forward in his chair and offering you one.
"You can call me Greg too, people calling me professor makes me feel way older than I am." he explained still smiling that small smile he always seemed to have.
"Alright... Greg, can you show me what I will need to know for the next test." Falling into the seat beside him.
As you two settled in you couldn't help but feel like this was like a dream come true, one on one time with your hot teacher. He had just called you cute and you could tell he was checking you out as he explained the finer points of what you would need to know.
While he jotted down some notes for you, Prof. Miller paused for a second and catching his eyes on your breasts, you get suddenly bold and call him out. Pressing your chest out so your hard nipples are clearly visible through the fabric.
"Am I distracting your professor?" You say as innocently as possible.
Sensing he was busted, Prof. Miller blushed deeply and snapped his eyes up to meet yours. Winking he replied "Yeah sorry little lady, sometimes it would be nice to be blind. That way I can't be distracted by my students."
