Ashley Ryder was 22 when she started attending classes at her local community college. A mere 5'2 and 120 lbs she was just your average girl. It was her first day in her English class that she signed up to take with a friend from work. She was pretty nervous; although she enjoyed writing she was never very good at it. She sat anxiously in the back waiting for the professor to arrive. At first when he walked in Ashley didn't think too much about it. He was just your average looking guy. It wasn't until he started talking that something about him made Ashley very attracted to him. Great just what she needed! A crush on her college professor!
Time went on and as the semester grew more in depth she started focusing a lot on her studies instead of why she was so fond of Professor Williams. He was just a few inches taller than Ashley, which made him kind of short for a man. He has brown eyes like Ashley with reddish brown hair and a full bread (which didn't help distract her any). There were instances here in there when she would stay after class to ask a question, and she couldn't help but get the feeling that he was somewhat attracted to her as well. I mean what are you supposed to think when a simple "How do you cite this?" turns into a 45 minute conversation about something entirely different. He also had no problem getting pretty close to her either.
Her friend had also made comments about him liking Ashley, but Ashley thought she was being ridiculous. The only reason he didn't like her was for the simple fact that she was always playing on her phone. The semester was coming to an end and Ashley wished she had the courage to make a pass just to see what he would do, but she didn't. So once the grades were posted she had no reason to stay in touch. However, she could take him for 102 next semester! And that's exactly what she did.
During the break she thought of different ways to come on to him, or make it easy for him to come on to her but her fear of being rejected and embarrassed pushed the ideas away. It wasn't until the first day of class did her feelings of lust and excitement return as he walked into the room. As soon as he said hello and smiled at her, she knew that this semester she had to know for sure if he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him.
Ashley made frequent excuses to stay after class and make trips to his office. He never seem put off, in fact it was easy to tell he enjoyed talking to Ashley. So the more they talked the more Ashley wanted to fuck him, but first she wanted to know how he felt. She was never the one to wear low cut shirts or short skirts but she figured a nice pair of tight jeans might do the trick. Just as class was letting out Ashley walked up to Professor Williams and asked if he would mind skimming a paper she wrote for another class.
"Of course not! I don't have another class for a while" he said.
"Great! Thanks so much. I know I have to bother you so much with all my problems," Ashley giggled.
"No you don't. I don't mind helping out someone eager to learn. Where's the paper?"
"In my bag just a sec."
This was it! She just had to make it look perfectly innocent. Ashley turned around and walked back to her desk. She carefully bended over and threw her hair glanced around to see if he was looking. He was! She quickly retrieved her paper and walked back to his desk trying not to blush.
"Here you go," Ashley handed him the paper with slightly trembling hands.
"Everything okay? You seem a little nervous." He asked her.
"Yeah I'm great."
He skimmed over the paper, writing a little in the margins here and there. As he was done he handed the paper back and said, "It's not bad at all, in fact you've come along a great deal since you were in my 101 class."
"Thanks, I know I have some grammar issues but I do think I am getting better."
"Well I'm a grammar nazi, but I can't waste my time correcting everyone's little mistakes. If it means that much to you though, maybe you can stop by my office and I can show you a few tips and tricks," He winked at her.
Was that a hint? Ashley made no hesitation on when to meet him again. And while a rush of excitement creped through every ounce of her body, she walked on to her next class.
Their meeting wasn't for another two weeks, and Ashley would have four more classes with him before then, so she had to find another way to control herself. Her roommate was always out with her boyfriend so that night during a hot bubble bath Ashley let herself loose. She imagined how it would feel being bent over his desk and rubbed her clit furiously, moaning his name till she came just a few minutes later.
For the next two weeks, Ashley resorted to fucking herself, for she couldn't control how horny he made her in class. In a way she thought he knew what she was doing, the way he looked at her and the couple of times she caught him staring at her, she couldn't help but to think otherwise. Normally she didn't mind coming to school in sweats and baggy jeans, she did come straight after work every day so she didn't mind what she wore, till now. She wanted to make sure he knew what a nice ass she had, and give a good shot at her cleavage. With spring approaching she could finally toss her winter coat and wear tight shorts and jeans.
It was finally Friday, the day Ashley would make her move, and hopefully fulfill her every desire to sleep with her Professor. She already planned what she would wear; picking out a pair of blue jean Bermuda shorts and a tight tank top low enough to see down when she bent over. His office was only a ten minute walk from her dorm room, and with the weather finally warm enough, she started walking.
She arrived just a minute after their scheduled time, and not wanting to seem too hasty Ashley went to the bathroom to check her hair and makeup. She touched up her lip gloss and eyeliner and walked down to Professor Williams's office. The door was opened but he wasn't in there. She decided to sit down and wait. About five minutes had passed and Ashley had her English book out skimming it when he walked in. He stopped at the door not wanting to startle her and admired how innocent and beautiful she was. He wasn't exactly sure what he liked about her, perhaps her eagerness to learn or how clear it was the she lacked the confidence to be amazing. All he knew was, she drove him crazy, but he couldn't let her into his world. Not only was he her Professor, and as much as he wanted to touch every inch of her body, she wouldn't be able to give him the obedience he yearned.
"Hello Ashley, sorry to keep you waiting, I was having issues with the copier." He said as he walked in and sat down.
"No problem, Professor Williams, I was just going over some of the grammar lessons in the book." She scooted up closer to his desk and leaned forward with her book.
"Alright let's have a look," he responded as he also leaned forward and took a quick peek down her shirt. "hmm nice B rack," he thought to himself.
His quick peek didn't go unnoticed however, Ashley used it to her advantage and gave a great sigh watching his as he watched her chest rise and fall.
The next hour seemed to fly by as they discussed grammar. All the while, Ashley twisting and turning in her seat trying to control her lust for her teacher. He too was having a problem controlling his boner, every time she moved a flash of her cleavage winked at him, and every time she spoke her sweet scent aroused him even more.
"I'm going to get a soda, would you like one?" Ashley offered him.
"Yes please, I'll take a water though, and so should you, much healthier."
"Well okay then. I'll be right back."
"Well okay then "? Maybe turning her into his submissive wouldn't be so hard. No! He told himself, she is my student!
Ashley actually just wanted to get away for a minute, if she didn't leave his presence soon, she would of just attacked him! She walked into the bathroom and let herself go right there! She couldn't help it, she had never been so horny in her life. She didn't wash her hands she wanted him to know what she just did, maybe it would jumpstart their sexual relationship.
She returned about 20 minutes late with two bottles of water, she handed him his with the same hand that made her cum all over herself just 15 minutes ago. Ashley sat down and stared at him. He drank the water and thought to himself that something was up. Her hand seemed a little damp and she seems a lot more calm and relaxed. "Did she just go fuck herself?" He thought. "She must of, and she wants me to know, but why? Surely she's not into me." Then it hit him, all the signs, staying after for his help the sudden change in wardrobe, using a Friday night to "study". Ashley watched his face as he put the clues together, and she saw a hint of a smile. She smiled back and took another sip of water, this time licking her lips.
"Ashley is there something you want to tell me?"
"What do you mean" she responded with a smile.
"Is she playing games with me? No, I'm supposed to do that. If she wants a game I'll give her a fucking game," he thought tom himself.
"Nothing, let's get back to work, unless you need to go."
