Teacher's Perspective: The Kiss
Professor Janson used her imposing 5'10" height to assert dominance as she carefully observed each student leaving her classroom. The Catholic university was strict about dress code, which seemed stuck in the 1950's. Plaid skirts, white button down shirts and cardigan sweaters were required. A delicate gold crucifix hanging on a thin chain completed each look.
As fate would have it, two female students tried to evade detection as they filed out of the room together. Professor Janson had been teaching for 25 years and could easily recognize the telltale signs of guilt. With their heads down and books grasped against their perky breasts, these girls alerted the teacher's radar that some type of tomfoolery was about to occur.
The teacher knew them well. Catalina Sanchez was the much better student. She was currently holding an A- in the American History class and that was no easy task. With dark wavy hair, a perfect caramel complexion and an athletic body, Catalina attracted attention. Though she chose to sit in the last row, her hand was frequently raised during class discussions and her answers were always correct.
Mary Frances O'Donnell was the exact opposite. She struggled to maintain a C+ and almost never volunteered to answer questions Blonde and blue eyed, Mary Frances was soft and curvy. Professor Janson's understanding was that the student was from a family known for making substantial donations to the school.
As the Professor watched the two students scurry down the hall, she tapped a perfectly manicured finger against her cheek.
What in the world are my students up to? If they're just study partners, why are they acting so suspiciously?
Unable to resist the intrigue, Professor Janson followed the young women. The building was an immense stone gothic structure, complete with winding halls and curved staircases. It looked like something out of a Harry Potter novel. Late on a Friday afternoon, most of the hallways were empty and it was easy to keep sight of the friends as the fell into step with each other, side by side.
Instead of walking towards the center staircase, which led to the main entrance, the girls veered off down a little used hallway. Hanging back a bit, the professor began to tip toe in an attempt to quiet her approach.
Instead of peering around the corner to look at the students, the professor leaned against the wall where she stood, in an effort to eavesdrop.
At first, the girls appeared to be talking quietly about class.
Mary Frances complained, "We have another quiz on Monday. What if I fail? My parents will kill me!"
"Relax, you've been doing much better," Catalina replied kindly. "We'll keep studying together and I won't let you down."
"I know. I'm sorry for freaking out. It's just that my family is so strict about everything! You've been super sweet and helpful."
"Hey, that's what friends are for. Here, give me a hug. It'll make you feel better."
Professor Janson heard shuffling and then soft moans.
"Oh, Catalina. I already feel better. You always know the right things to say and I'd be totally lost without you. Your arms make me feel safe and protected."
"There's plenty more where that came from. How about another study session tonight at my house? I'll ask my dad to order pizza."
Mary Frances giggled, "You remember what I like, right?"
"Extra cheese with ground beef, mushrooms and olives. A side of coke, of course."
Mary Frances breathed deeply. "Are we going to kiss again tonight?"
"How about right now?"
"You're so very bad."
"That's why you like me," Catalina replied. "My bad side attracts you."
The sound of lips smacking and soft moans were distinct as it echoed in the hallway. To an untrained ear, the noise was minimal. But this particular teacher was well-versed in that sound.
"That was beautiful," Mary Frances said, a few seconds after it ended.
"It truly was."
"Can I peek into your panties again tonight?"
"Well, my parents can hear a pin drop." Catalina sounded uncharacteristically unsure of herself. "But maybe we can use the basement and play loud music. Come on. We better get going."
The students left together, through a side door.
Quick as lightning, Professor Janson went back up the stairs towards the window. From her view, she saw the two girls walking briskly, holding hands after making their secret exit.
Well, well, well... my star student is a girl-kisser. How interesting.
Professor Janson's pussy became moist thinking about these young women and what might develop between them.
Student's Perspective: Catalina's Choice
Sitting in the office, Catalina Sanchez felt like a young woman on the cusp of adulthood. She faced the Dean of Students, who sat across the desk, waiting for her to say something of great importance.
"I've made up my mind," Catalina said resolutely. "I want to become a journalist."
The man listened closely and nodded. "You're exuding confidence today. What changed?"
"Soul searching. Listening to God and my inner-thoughts. I used the rosary beads and thought about my grandfather, a former journalist extraordinaire who published articles in major magazines."
"It sounds as though your grandfather told you stories about the profession which have greatly impacted you."
"Yes. My grandfather was a world traveler. I grew up listening to tales about his adventures. He was never rich, but his experiences were priceless. I want to do something like that and tell stories of people around the world."
"I like what I'm hearing," the man said. "Ms. Sanchez, choosing a career path is difficult for most young people. I like this
new
you. You seem more sure of yourself."
"Am I making the right choice?"
The man thought for a moment. "You certainly have the skills for it, based on your grades in writing courses. It definitely sounds like a goal we can help you achieve."
Catalina beamed with pride. Hearing the word 'career' was a victory in itself and made her feel like an independent woman. Her thoughts raced with all the potential possibilities in her future. But she was realistic and knew nothing in life is guaranteed. All she could hope for was a fair chance.
"What are the next steps? Do I need to change my major? Or should I do more research before fully committing to this program?"
"You should speak directly to Professor Janson," he suggested. "She wrote for a major newspaper before coming to our school. Her investigative skills are unparalleled and she really knows how to drum up enthusiasm for a good cause. In fact, she was once up for a Pulitzer."
Catalina stiffened, which greatly improved her posture. For a split second, she considered a different area of studies, before realizing how ridiculous it would be to back out at this juncture.
Students talk amongst themselves and Catalina had heard stories of this professor's deliberate attempt of destroying confidence. A lot of teachers are like that, but it's not usually malicious. After all, at this Catholic university, staff members were expected to observe a strict religious code that involves helping students.
Catalina knew most teachers had a method to their madness. They needed to push their students to be their very best and prepare them for the harsh realities of life. She knew teachers used whatever strategy worked best in terms of inspiring (and disciplining) the students. As a result, they spanned a spectrum.
Some teachers were too mean.
Some teachers were too nice.
