"Mr. Davies?" The 19-year-old blonde called out hesitantly, pushing open the heavy, carved wooden door that had been standing slightly ajar. "Hello?"
The 5'4" freshman tugged self-consciously at her clothing, trying in vain to make her lime-green, pink and black plaid miniskirt a little longer and her black tank long enough to meet the waistband. The stubborn spandex/cotton blend slid right back up, baring her bellybutton and tanned midriff.
Raised by smothering, conservative parents, Tenna felt strange being around older adults while dressed so skimpily. Her first taste of freedom had nearly overwhelmed her, and clothes were the only thing she had gained the courage to change since moving 800 miles from home just over 2 months ago to start her first college semester. She hadn't gained enough confidence to feel completely comfortable in them around others, though.
Mr. Davies, her Ancient Histories professor, did nothing to calm that anxiety. The 6'2", muscle-bound, ex-archeologist looked at least 15 years younger than his 42 years. His shaggy brown hair brushed the collars of his button up shirts, of which the top couple of buttons were always undone to show a hint of dark chest hair. He seemed the most comfortable in worn jeans and with his sleeves rolled up to expose the lower half of his bulging biceps. Most of the girls at the university failed his class because they spent the majority of their time creating sexual fantasies while staring at his permanently suntanned skin and perpetual 5 o'clock shadow.
Failing was Tenna's reason for her Friday afternoon visit to the professor. The Ancient Histories class required a research project in order to receive a passing grade. Final draft was due by 7am Monday morning and she still had no clue what to write the 20 page paper about. She had already missed the first draft grading and now the best grade she could receive was a B, leaving her barely passing the class with a C. Her hope was that she could not only get an idea from Mr. Davies on a subject, but maybe convince him to give her another chance and a better grade.
An early developer in high school, Tenna's 36-26-38 body and F cup breasts had often helped her out in classes with male teachers. She never tried to seduce them on purpose, in fact, she wouldn't know how, but she had quickly learned that twirling her hair around a finger, moistening her lips slowly and pushing out her chest while discussing her grades with her male teachers sometimes helped bump her GPA a few fractions of a point.
"Hello? Mr. Davies?" she called again, moving further into the room, the door swinging shut behind her.
The professor's desk was at the back of the dimly lit room, behind several bookcases arranged in a maze-like formation. She wondered if he liked it that way because of being an archeologist.
Rounding the last bookcase, she saw a head bent over a book on the desk, dark, wavy hair shining in the light from the hanging fixture just above him.
"Mr. Davies?" she asked a third time, stepping forward hesitantly.
The head started and raised, brown eyes sweeping over her body in casual appraisal.
He cleared his throat, his deep voice slightly husky as he spoke, "Ah! Miss Vance! What can I do for you?" His eyes scanned her skimpy attire again, pausing at the mounds of her breasts threatening to spill out the low scoop of her tank before going back to her face.
"Um, I was wondering, about the research project?" She tugged at her shirt hem again, unaware that each tug made the plunging neckline dip, nearly exposing her nipples to the suddenly hot gaze of her professor.
Mr. Davies clicked his tongue. "Seems to be a little late to be asking about the project, Miss Vance. Final draft is due on Monday."
The coed wrapped her arms around her stomach, unconsciously pushing her breasts into even more impressive cleavage. "I know. I just...I couldn't find a topic, and then before I knew it the first draft deadline was past and I still didn't have it. And, I...I really need to pass this class! I can't let my GPA fall too much or I'll lose my scholarships and I'll have to move home and I really just...I can't do that! Please, Mr. Davies! I need an idea and I'd really like a chance for a better grade. I'll do anything!"
She paused, slightly flushed from her sudden outburst, her chest rising and falling from heightened emotion as she begged the professor for help, hands clasped in front of her in silent plea.
Tapping his pen against his full lips, the older man leaned back, left hand falling to his leg. "I just don't know that it would be fair to give you special treatment, Miss Vance. The rules are in place for a reason and I set deadlines so that I can have time to grade things as they deserve and not be rushed."
"Oh, please, Mr. Davies. I need this to be a good grade! I'll seriously do anything! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it!" She could feel tears brimming.
He regarded her in silence for a long moment, the pen lightly tapping first his bottom lip, then his top, back and forth. Finally, setting his pen down, the professor scooted back and patted the desk in front of him. "Come over here."
Sniffling back tears, she rounded his desk and stood in front of him.
"No. Up." His large, warm hands circled her bare waist and lifted her onto the hard wood of his oak desk. "Now," He scooted back forward, so her legs dangled between his spread thighs, his hands resting on either side of her rounded hips in front of him. "Tell me why it's so important that you get a good grade and keep your scholarships."
At the touch of his warm hands on her bare skin, Tenna felt little electric shocks travel throughout her body. This close to him she could smell his cologne. The spicy smell intoxicated her senses, clouding her brain to rational thought. The ease with which he had picked up her 130lb body and placed her on his desk made her feel wet and tingly between her legs. She had only felt that way once before after prom, when Darren Jacobs, the boy her parents had allowed to take her to the dance, had kissed her on the mouth and tried to feel her boob. The door had burst open before he could get in more than a soft caress and her dad had angrily sent him off home. Darren, with his scrawny, 5'8" frame and timid manners, wouldn't have been able to lift her with such little effort, if at all.
Glancing at Mr. Davies shyly, then darting her gaze away, she tried to explain the importance of this grade, forcing her brain to function through her sudden arousal. "I have scholarships to go to school here, which is the only reason my parents let me move so far away. They wanted me to stay home and go to school there, so I could continue to live with them." Her hands twisted in her lap, fingers twining together. "They're very...protective. I wasn't allowed to date or really even go out with coed groups. They were always afraid some boy would corrupt me or something. I had to get away, so I applied everywhere I could and got scholarships here. I have to maintain a 3.3 GPA, though, or I could lose my scholarships and have to go home. I don't want to go home." Her lower lip peaked out in a pout as she ducked her head. "I like my freedom here."
Mr. Davies slipped his finger under her chin, lifting her eyes up to meet his. "Well, can't have you unhappy, Tenna." His thumb slid along her jawline as he used her first name, sending heat skittering across her face. His voice took on a husky tone. "I like seeing you in my class."
Tenna ducked her head again, around his finger, blushing. "I like seeing you in class too, Mr. Davies. That's why I'll do anything to get a good grade and stay here."
"Hmmm," His hands slid to her knees, his thumbs rubbing along the hem of her skirt, moving over silky, freshly-shaved skin until his palms covered the joints where they dipped over the side of his heavy desk. He applied gentle pressure, slowly parting her legs and sliding her skirt closer to her waist.
"What are you doing!" she gasped in surprise, grabbing for her skirt to push it down. As much as she was attracted to him, she hadn't expected him to touch her like this.
"Ah, ah!" His large left hand caught her wrist and held it behind her, bringing the other to join it and holding them together behind her back. "I thought you would do anything, Tenna." He paused, his dark eyes assessing her as he held her arms, his right hand resting on her upper left thigh, waiting for her reaction.
