The First Class
It came as no surprise to Marissa's friends and admirers when she showed up to her first day on campus in a blue tube top and a tight denim skirt which was reaching down to just an inch above her mid-thigh. The guys on campus knew exactly where to look right when she hopped out of her Jeep in the student parking lot. As she opened the back door and reached in to grab her laptop, she heard a couple whistles and immediately remembered just how short her skirt was. It forced her to immediately adjust her skirt and top to adequately cover the delicate parts of her body before starting towards her lecture hall.
With her laptop held tightly with both hands against her slowly slumping tube top, she began to squeeze her way past the giant crowds of people in the hallway. It wasn't easy for a girl with her looks to navigate through a busy college without being undressed by every other guy in there. After finally finding the main entrance to her lecture room, she pulled up her tube top one last time and gave her her denim skirt a gentle tug before stepping inside to meet her infamous professor.
Upon stepping inside, Marissa was immediately distracted by the gigantic size of the lecture hall, not realizing she was being carefully studied, inch by inch, from top to bottom by her professor. He stared immensely at her bare thighs, desperately trying to visualize what this gorgeous little thing had hidden underneath her denim skirt. She looked around for several seconds at the empty seats available and finally decided on an outer spot up in the far back row. It was the only seat in the room with access to the an unoccupied electrical outlet. The fact that the lighting up there was rather dim also influenced her decision as it would make it a little easier for her to hide her panties from any prying eyes. She realized, however, that the seat would position her crotch at eye level with her professor, but it was too hard for her to resist taking the only spot left in the class with access to an outlet.
Marissa took a deep breath as she quickly studied the steps that led up to her desired seat. It was going to be quite a task to climb up the few steps without revealing any of the delicate parts of her body which had been in danger of exposure since she stepped out of her car. She glanced at the professor and caught a sly smirk on his face as she correctly guessed what was going through his mind. He folded his hands and leaned slightly against his table as he made it obvious that the class would not commence until she was seated.
Marissa bit her lip and summoned all her courage to put her foot up on the first step of the long staircase leading up to her desired seat. Her denim miniskirt rode up at the exact moment she lifted up her leg, revealing an additional inch of her creamy smooth thighs to the professor. She dropped her left hand from her chest and intensified the grip of her right on her laptop. Her left hand cautiously dragged her skirt against the back of her thighs with each step as she made her way up to the back row. She prayed silently that her laptop would not drop because it would be impossible for her to pick it up without feeding the hungry eyes that trailed her every move. When she finally made it to the seat she heaved a small sigh of relief before realizing that she would have to bend to plug in her laptop charger.
Dr. Galloway's eyes were glued to her upper thighs as she slowly kneeled to plug her charger into the outlet. Although the lights above her were dim he could make out her slender thighs as they shone brightly, a testament to her immaculate skin care routine. He imagined how clean and shiny the rest of her skin would look. That was exactly what he was trying to find out.
She noticed as total silence filled the room and it made her feel very uncomfortable. After getting back up on her feet, she naively turned around to confirm her suspicion. Facing her professor now in an elevated position, she could immediately feel his intense stares burning into the front of her white lace panties. Her thighs were held tightly together but they were no match for his strategic low viewing angle. Face beet red, she threw a hand down to block the view. It broke his dirty hypnotic stare but she knew it was far too late. With a smirk on his face, Dr. Galloway looked away and finally started the lecture.
Not wanting to flash him again, she pressed her little denim skirt deep between her bare thighs as she took her seat and crossed her left leg over her right. Feeling somewhat relieved, she looked down at her skirt to confirm everything was in a secure position before removing her guarding hand from her skirt. Still, with Dr. Galloway lurking below and his eyes dangerously facing at her crotch, Marissa knew that she was in a precarious situation.
Dr. Galloway began the lecture with a lengthy introduction of himself. Being as accomplished as he was, it wasn't easy for him (or anyone else really) to quickly breeze through his decades of experience in the field of neurobiology. Marissa listened attentively as she remained seated with her legs crossed, taking in everything like a good little girl. Occasionally, he even cracked a couple corny jokes which seemed to have his desired effect on most of the female students in the class, including Marissa. The guys however weren't nearly as pleased but they generously patronized the professor by giving him the occasional smile. Marissa, on the other hand, was obviously amused by every terrible joke of his, giggling along, playing with her hair, and moving her body like an amused little girl. All the classic signs of a ditsy pretty little thing letting her guard down, something that, even after all these years, never ceased to please Dr. Galloway. He was especially delighted to be having such an effect on a girl as stunning as Marissa.
