The handsome middle-aged professor noticed her straight away. She always sat at the front, a short skirt, tight blouse. Today her blond hair was up in a pony tail and she was looking up at him with her pale blue eyes.
Kristina. That was her name, he remembered.
Today he swore her skirt was so short he could see glimpses of black panties. But he couldn't be sure. The top button of her blouse was undone, just enough to give a hint of cleavage.
As he watched her, she put the end of her pen in her mouth and he could swear she was parting her legs to give him a view up her skirt.
He cleared his throat, losing his train of thought. She smiled up at him, the end of her pen still in her mouth.
She leaned forward, giving him a view down her top.
He struggled through the rest of his lecture. He couldn't look away from her. At one point she was stroking her thigh as she watched him.
At the end of the lecture she waited in her seat still staring up at him as everyone around her left.
He walked towards her as if drawn by a magnet.
"Kristina, right?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," she replied, smiling up at him.
"Please, call me David," he said.
She got up. "I have some questions," she said. "I was hoping I could book a time to come and see you."
"Actually, I'm free now if you'd like to come with me to my office."
They walked side by side to his office, he held the door open for her. Then closed it behind her.
"Please, take a seat Kristina," he said, pulling out a chair.
She sat down, and to her suprise, he sat on the desk next to her rather than at his chair on the other side.
She looked up at him. He really was handsome, with chiselled features, dark hair and eyes that matched her own ice blue behind his black rimmed glasses. He was tall with broad shoulders. He looked strong.
"What can I help you with?" he asked, not even bothering to hide the the glance he took down her top.
"Actually," she said, looking away shyly and blushing slightly. "It's not actually class work I want help with..." she trailed off.
"What is it Kristina?" he asked, leaning forward.
"I'm a bit embarrassed," she said.
"It's ok, you can ask me anything," he said.
"Boys my own age...are not very attractive to me..." she said.
"I see," he said. "What kind of men are you attracted to?"
She looked up at him. "Actually, I fantasize about a hot, strong, experienced professor taking my virginity."
He looked at her for a beat. She was so attractive, not just beautiful but there was an innocent (yet naughty on the inside?) look about her.