Robert is in the business school and takes that very seriously. In fact we met in a business course my first semester in school. Robert was the teaching assistant in my subgroup. My mind goes back to that day just 3 months ago. Me, kind of prissy and conceited, dressed like I thought a college girl should dress with a cute swirly skirt and nice sweater. Not like the other sluts in my dorm who affected the dressed down, slightly trampy, above it all style. I wanted to be different, to have my own style I guess. I've never been conceited about my looks which are just ok I guess. People say I have a nice butt and Robert told me after the first time that I had great lips for giving head. But I'm kind of a plain Jane I think, with however a body that boys like since I'm slender (fucking Robert and those 10 pounds!), feminine and soft, and have a nice ass according to my closest girlfriends who always say how much they envy it. Anyhow I was a little conceited because of my grades and my brain and the fact that the professor had let me – a baby faced freshman – take a class usually reserved for juniors and seniors.
I got to the first day of class 15 minutes early. Despite that every seat in a hall with about 100 students seemed to be filled and I was feeling lost and stupid till I saw this big black guy waving at me from the front of the classroom. I must have panicked because for a second I thought he was waving me away – like throwing me out on my first day. But then I saw he had a big smile on his face and was calling me down front. When I got there I immediately saw the really cute blonde girl sitting beside him starting to pout.
Robert: "Are you lost?"
Me: "No I just can't find a spot. I think the seats are full."
Master of the obvious right there. I glanced at the blonde who was for some reason shooting me daggers. God she was pretty. But what had I done? Robert turned to her casually and said "Carolyn why don't you be a peach and give... what was your name?"
Me: "Kayla."
Him: "Yeah Carolyn could you give your seat to Kayla – I don't think you'll be needing it today."
I started to object on her behalf but Robert put his hand on my arm to stop me and Carolyn stood and huffed out with a "Whatever Robert" and was gone. So I sat. I mumbled out a thanks.
I realized immediately that my arm was tingling from his touch and I started to blush a little at the thought that a man's touch – especially a black man's touch – could have such an effect on me. Robert: "I find we need to take good care of the younger students in this class – the seniors will eat you alive without some adult supervision around here."
He laughed. I grinned at this and took a good look. How did he know I was younger? He was one of those handsome but kind of rugged and not too handsome guys. Very masculine. Very composed. Very well dressed. Very black – like coal-black as my grandma used to say about some of the men in our little town. It suddenly came to me that he might be the professor in the class. I was afraid to ask. His attention had wandered to the front of the room and soon the real professor came bounding on stage and started talking a mile a minute. My arm still tingled and I had to remind myself to get a notebook out and start writing.
Early on the professor said that there were 5 teaching assistants assigned to the course and that each student would meet with a TA once per week. He then went on to introduce the TAs – one of whom of course was Robert. Robert stood at his introduction along with the other TAs and as he rose above me and I got a much better view of just how tall and hard he looked under the Ivy League type jacket and the expensive looking trousers. Whew! Slow down girl or the tingling in your arm is going to spread. I started day dreaming about him and wondered if I'd be in his section.
When class ended Robert said a quick 'Bye' and disappeared towards the professor. I joined the mob to see the section assignments. My luck I found myself listed under the name of a dikey looking woman introduced to us earlier as Ramona. I turned right into Robert as I started to leave and again his hand came out on my forearm to steady me. It seemed even then as though he was assuming all navigation of my body.
"So who'd you get?"
"Looks like I'm in Ramona's section."
He laughed and said "Good for you! Ramona loves the girls!" I knew he was joking but it made me nervous anyway. With that he was off again and I went back to the dorm.
When I got to my room I stared at myself in the mirror for 10 minutes hoping my looks had miraculously improved. They hadn't. I even took off my blouse and bra and stared at my tits in the mirror. They hadn't improved either. When I went to bed later that night in my room I was dreaming of Robert's hand on my arm, and dreaming about how it would wander to those tits even if they were pretty small. I found myself fantasizing about his taking me right there in the classroom, in front of everyone. As I did I wondered what his relationship was with Carolyn, and whether they were having some sort of lover's quarrel. Maybe Robert would fuck me just to score points on her, or at least let me taste the hard cock I knew would be under those nice pants he wore. I drifted off with my fingers inside my panties but then woke up and finished off my clit as I again fantasized about kneeling before Robert in front of the class.
Our next class was 2 days later. I had my plan set. But no matter because Robert must have had his set as well. And his plans seem somehow always to trump mine. Anyway when I got there 25 minutes early I found Robert again in the same seat. He saw me right away and motioned me down again.
He said "I forgot to tell you that this will be your seat for the semester. Dr. Jones will be doing a seating chart because even with all these people in here he wants a chart of the student names so he can monitor where the questions and comments come from." He smiled down at me. I thanked him again for the seat, wondering what had happened between him and Carolyn.
I said "Hey, I was wondering about changing to your section. Seems I have a conflict with Ramona's class time and my chem. lab."
Robert gave the dreaded one word answer: "Nope." I feel that rush of blood, humiliated and blushing like a little girl. So he takes pity and says 'Nope because I already did it – you're in my section and we start tomorrow." With that he leaves.
The section met in a little conference room where Robert had about 15 students. I was in a flirty little skirt again, and a nice blouse that showed off my little titties to their best advantage. But unlike the lectures Robert saved me no seat and basically ignored me for the hour we were there. The pattern continued over the next few weeks – he was kind, happy and solicitous in the lecture hall but stern and all business when he ran his section. He seemed in fact a little hostile towards me, batting away some of my questions with a wave of his hand, dismissing the tortured points I tried to make with the merest nod before moving on to someone with a smarter point. So I was feeling pretty frustrated.
And then all of a sudden one day after the lecture Robert asked me out for coffee. Of course I was delighted to accept but my first thought inside was: period. I'd gotten my monthlies the night before and of course had on old sloppy period panties on top of the obvious tampon. I knew I was getting way, way ahead of myself and actually was laughing as I accepted his offer, thinking I must be a jerk to believe he'd been coming on to me or was ever going to be in a position of approving or not of the panties I had on. It turned out it was not the least sexy or romantic or even personal – he just wanted to discuss some changes he felt were needed to my first class essay. Still I was so excited going home that night thinking how nice he'd been, holding my chair, collecting the 2 coffees, leaning in close to go over the written comments he'd made on the paper. And boy was he forceful with his comments.
It was never "I think you should..." or "I wonder if you might...." It was direct and commanding: "It needs to be like this...." Or "Do it like this...." I was writing some comments in the margin of my paper when his big black hand covered mine to stop me. He just said "Not now, listen and learn. I'll tell you when it's time." There was something there even if he was not trying to get in my pants right away. I felt sure of it, and fantasized for the next week about when he would tell me that it really was time.