To call the start of school the "Fall" semester in Arizona is a cruel misnomer. The semester starts in mid-August when the daily forecast is for blast-furnace conditions. Of course the plus side is that it encourages the young ladies to saunter about half naked, which leads to even more alluring sights when they enter the sub arctic temperatures of the classrooms. But I digress.
It was the week before the new semester, I was in my office checking enrollment figures and fantasizing about potential future hotties when there was a tentative tapping at my open door.
"Professor Reynolds?"
After ten years of teaching college I had seen, and even slept with my share of hot co-eds. Some were incredibly beautiful, some very cute, some just plain out sexy, but it is a rare woman who combines let alone transcend all of these elements.
The first thing I noticed were her eyes. They were a dark hazel, big, bright, liquid doe-eyes and although I could tell she was nervous they bore straight into me. For a second I couldn't catch my breath. I got dizzy, feeling like I was literally falling into those deep eyes with a sly, mischevous glint. Incredibly, I felt myself starting to stir in my jeans. Her face was a combination of classic beauty and youthful cuteness, and it didn't take long for me to see how her smile could literally light up a room.
"uhm, I was wondering if I could get your permission to sign up for your Wednesday evening class?" she asked tentaively.
She was about 5' 4" with light brown hair just past her shoulders. Her tits were not too big, probably a full B cup, but they were sublime, high, perky, perfectly shaped as they strained against her short sleeve argyle summer sweater.
"Absoluetly!" I replied, immediately hoping that I hadn't sounded too eager. My mind was racing. I didn't think my Wednesday night class was full, so I wasn't sure why she was asking for my signature, but I sure as hell wasn't about to do anything to discourage this young goddess. Hell I was scrambling to find ways to make her sign up for all my classes.
As gorgeous as her face and tits were, I couldn't take my eyes off her legs or that absolutely perfect ass. She had on a short, pleated mini skirt with a light brown plaid design, and pink moccasins. Oversized pearl earrings and a pearl bracelet with a pink bow gave her the perfect balance of class, spunk, and cuteness. Her legs were lightly tan and smooth, not at all fat, but not too skinny. She had an athletic, but still very feminine body capped off by a perfectly round, high, smooth, tight ass. I was floored.
"I'm taking mostly AP courses in my senior year, so I am sure I can do the work, but since I am only seventeen I need your permission to take your class." she said with a hopeful glint .
Immediately my heart sank and. "Jesus christ." I thought. "Seven-fucking teen?! " I have no problem sleeping with women half my age, but I was no pedophile, and although this women could easily launch well over a thousand ships, I had no desire to go to jail.
"Sure." I smiled at her, holding my hand out for her enrollment form. "As long as you can keep up with the class I'd love to have you..."
"Maria." she practically squeeled as she scampered into my office to give me the form, her huge smile highlighting a wide mouth and incredibly cute rosy cheeks. My chest tightened as she got closer, her subtle perfume wafted around me. She may have been only 17, but she had a stronger grip on me than any woman ever had.
Try as I might I couldn't get her out of my head. The image of her ass as she walked out of my office, her eyes boring straight into me as she turned for a final thank you, and I could of sworn she winked as she left. I imagined her perfect young body as I fell asleep that night, and it was still with me as I showered the next morning, my cock impossibly hard as I imagined her showering with me, lowering to her knees, wrapping her perfectly manicured fingers around my cock, looking up at me as she sucked it deep into her mouth. I came harder thinking about her than I have ever cum during actual sex.
She was sitting front and center when I got into class, giving me her Helen of Troy smile as I entered. She had on another short skirt, the stretchy kind that accented her perfectly smooth legs. More than once she slowly uncrossed her legs and try as might I couldn't stop myself from glancing into the beckoning darkness. But it was her tits that made it impossible to concentrate during that first class. She had on a tight, low-cut spaghetti strap tank, and while a bra strap showed, it must have been a damn sheer bra as her nipples thrust out prominently in the freezing cold of the classroom. Over and over Maria would lean forward, her face in beautiful concentration, while her tits squeezed together into the sexiest cleavage I had ever witnessed.
After class Maria scampered up to me, her floral perfume intoxicating. She let other students asked their questions first, until it was just the two of us in the clasroom. Maria stood very close as she opened her notebook and asked for clarifications of various points of my lecture. At one point her titts rubbed against my arm, and my cock literally twitched in my pants.
"Sorry Professor Reynolds." she giggled, not at all sounding as if she meant it. "If those arms get any bigger I won't be able to get within 5 feet of you."
"Well we certianly don't want to discourage you from getting close." I replied, immediately worrying that I shoudln't have flirted with her. But Maria didn't miss a beat. Stepping even closer, pressing herself against me, for a split second I thought she was going to kiss me, my cock throbbed, achingly hard, straining against my slacks.
"No, you definately don't want to discourage that." Maria whispered seductively before suddenly spinning away, and sauntered to the door, her ass swaying rhtmically, hypnotizing me as she walked. l just stood there, speechless, an obvious tent in my trousers. Just before walking out the door Maria turned back. For a split second she locked her eyes on the bulge in my pants. The tip of her tongue briefly traced her lips before she looked me squarely in the eye and then disappeared.
So it went for the next few weeks. Maria was seemingly everywhere. She never missed a class, was constantly coming to my office hours, and when she wasn't near me physically, she was always in my minds eye. That was certainly the case early on a Friday evening about a month into the semester. I was home, relaxing over a cold beer and a hot burrito, when there was a knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anybody, especially not Maria.
