Looking for fresh flesh I enrolled myself in a summer class at a local college as an English teacher. The purpose was to help those students struggling with the regular programs, and feast myself with the view of young nymphs.
Nanci was my first.
She appeared in my office just as I was about to leave for the evening. She was dressed in a red wool sweater and tight denim shorts, white socks and sneakers, looking way younger that her 20 years, and I could taste my mouth watering as I ravaged her body with my eyes.
"Professor, can you please spare me a few minutes?"
"Of course. Come in, er...now let me guess...Bonnie...no...Nanci, isn't it?"
She beamed at my recognizing her. "Yes, Professor. I came to see you, before, but I'm in even bigger trouble, this time..."
By the time she had finished telling me about her low grades and how she just didn't understand how she could be doing so poorly, she was in tears.
I wanted to put my arms around her and pull her warm body close, but I fought the temptation. My years of experience at this game would carry me through. I asked her permission to examine her grades, and took several moments (and several
"Hmm..."'s) studying the book.
"Nanci, I can understand your concern. I don't know what steps you can take to achieve a respectable grade. I can try to spend some extra one on one work, I am not sure if you would be willing to spend so many hours away from your summer."
She nodded and looked at me, wide-eyed and sincere, "I'd do anything for a respectable grade, Professor."
"Nanci, I think you should be careful how you phrase offers like that. You don't mean `anything.'"
"Yes, I do, Professor."
I gave a small chuckle, "With an offer like that, you better watch out. I'll have you raking my leaves and cleaning my windows. Please don't make offers like that, Dear. After all, I'm only human."
She locked her eyes on mine, "Professor, you must understand. I am prepared and willing to do ANYthing."
"Do you know where I live, Nanci?"
Nanci arrived on time, wearing now a soft pale yellow sweater and an incredibly cute and short satin skirt; with a lovely flowery theme over yellow background. She had paired the outfit with those classic High Tops Reebok sneakers in white, with matching white socks, an unusual match but looking extremely attractive when worn by this gorgeous, slim and very blond babe. Her hair was tied on a cute pony tail I had an aromatic fire warming the room, showing my age, I had "Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Baby" from Barry White, playing on the stereo, and a very nice, white wine chilled. She was truly beautiful in the firelight.
Her skin was radiant, her eyes clear, and her lips full and moist. I was mesmerized by the shine of her skirt, wondering what could be hidden underneath.
We sat together on the sofa, tasted the wine, and began talking. After I refilled her glass, I placed my arm on her shoulders and she leaned into me. She was still tense, but seemed determined to be cooperative.
We talked about her small home town, and the one girlfriend she had gone steady with for a while now I was gentle, and a good listener. A bit shocked at how such a lovely creature would turn her back on a steady male friend. I remember reading that females are the best girl lovers as they knew what to do and NOT to do and did not suffer from ego driven vices and performance anxiety.
Soon, she was lying on the sofa, with her head on my lap, and I was gently stroking her cheek and hair. I could feel her relax little by little, sipping wine (we were now sharing one glass), and talking. I put the wine down and placed my hand at her waist. I moved it up, under her soft sweater, until I felt her warm, smooth skin above the waist of her skirt. She tensed as my hand rose along her bare tummy, and halted at her bra. I was greatly surprised at feeling the soft silk of her unpadded bra.
"I'm a little scared and a lot nervous, Professor."
"I am, too, Nanci. But I won't deny that I'm enjoying this very much."
