Caroline had finished her exams for the day. With the two most difficult exams out of the way, Caroline knew the rest would be fairly easy. She grabbed a smoothie from the Starbucks across the street and returned to her room.
The senior dorms were single occupancy, which meant she had privacy when she wanted it. She took off her coat and stripped down to her black tank top and white panties. She needed to study, but first she needed to relieve some tension. She lay back on the bed and slid her hand into her panties. She began to slowly rub her mound. As she masturbated she thought back to how she and Dr. Clarke became lovers...
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Caroline Johnson had arrived at Columbia University for her senior year. She couldn't wait to graduate. She already had decided what she wanted to do after college and was already looking forward to getting her teaching certification. Both her parents were educators in her hometown of Pittsburgh -- they both taught at the University of Pittsburgh -- and their passion had rubbed off on her.
She knew which room was hers. She checked in, got her room key, and headed to the fifth floor of John Jay Hall. She unpacked her clothes and decorated her room. She put pictures of her parents on the small desk and hung her Columbia banners. She plugged in her laptop and checked her school email. She had a message from the chair of the sociology department, asking her to stop by the office Monday. She had been accepted as a teaching assistant! She had already purchased her textbooks, so she spent the rest of the day hanging out with old friends. She went to bed, excited for her senior year to begin.
The next morning came quickly. Her alarm went off at 6AM. She showered quickly and got dressed. She chose a white flower print sundress and went down to breakfast. She ate with some of her fellow seniors then headed to the Sociology Department's office. When she arrived her jaw nearly hit the floor. Standing there was Dr. Emma Clarke, one of the world's foremost sociologists. Caroline had read some of her works for class, and she was one of Caroline's academic idols.
"Good morning," Dr. Clarke said with a British accent. "You must be Caroline Johnson."
"Yes, Dr. Clarke," Caroline replied.
"You know who I am?" Dr. Clarke asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes, professor," Caroline answered. "Your 'Basics of Human Sociology' was our main text in my entry-level class. I have also read 'The Need for International Education' and 'Becoming a Global Family'. I very much enjoyed both."
Dr. Clarke was seemed impressed. She beckoned to Caroline. Caroline followed Dr. Clarke to her office. The professor motioned for her to take a seat, and Caroline did so.
"I see that you're an education major?" Dr. Clarke asked.
"Yes, professor," Caroline replied. "Both my parents are educators at the University of Pittsburgh. I developed a passion for teaching as well."
"Then why minor in sociology?"
"I wanted to learn more about human interaction, other cultures, and how cultures interact. My passion is to teach those who otherwise wouldn't have educational opportunities."
"Very noble," Dr. Clarke said. "That's why I've asked that you be my teaching assistant for the semester. I see you're already signed up for my senior-level course. You will primarily be here to help grade papers and teach if I am absent. I trust you still remember your instruction from freshman year?"
"Yes, ma'am," Caroline said. "I have all my notes. May I ask you something?"
"Of course," Dr. Clarke smiled.
"What are you doing at Columbia? I thought you were at Oxford," Caroline said.
"I am on loan as it were. Dr. Thomas and I are switching posts for the academic year. Well then, I shall see you tomorrow morning!" Dr. Clarke said, standing.
"Yes, ma'am!" Caroline said, also standing.
She left the office and headed to her first class. She couldn't believe it. Not only did she get to be the TA for one of the world's foremost professors, but this was going to look excellent on her resume. The rest of the day flew by. She was so excited she had a hard time falling asleep that night.
Tuesday morning arrived. Caroline showered, dressed, grabbed a quick bite from the cafeteria, and headed to class. She arrived almost half an hour early. She claimed a seat in the middle of the front row and put her things down. She had dressed to impress; she wore a black, knee length skirt, a light-blue button-up sleeveless blouse, and heels.
Dr. Clarke arrived five minutes later. She stood 5'9" with long brown hair to her shoulders and had brown eyes. She was dressed in black slacks with a white button-up blouse and black jacket. Caroline also couldn't help but notice how busty her favorite professor was. She began to get a little turned on. Caroline had recently discovered her bisexuality and had taken the opportunity to explore her desire for women.
"No," she told herself. "This is your professor. That would be completely inappropriate."
"Good morning, Miss Johnson," Dr. Clarke said with a smile. "Don't you look lovely today!"
"Thank you, professor," Caroline blushed. "You look nice, too."
Ten minutes later the class started. Caroline took in every word Dr. Clarke said, trying to scribble all her words down in her notebook. She made sure to get the important points. Class ended an hour later. Caroline lingered, taking more time than usual to get her things together. She saw Dr. Clarke bend over the desk to notate something in one of her books; Caroline noticed how shapely her professor's ass was. She felt herself becoming aroused again. She shook herself out of her lust and left the room.
Over the next couple months, Caroline and Dr. Clarke developed an excellent working relationship. Dr. Clarke bragged to the other professors that Caroline was one of the best students she'd ever had. Caroline's assistance was also excellent. Caroline was good at what she did and efficient to boot, something Dr. Clarke valued.
Caroline's attraction for her professor also grew. Some days she would purposely wear short skirts or shorts and low cut tops. During class she would open her legs to allow Dr. Clarke to see her moist white panties, or she would lean forward while taking notes so Dr. Clarke could see down the front of her shirt. Dr. Clarke would seem momentarily rattled then quickly compose herself and continue lecturing.
One evening in late October, Caroline had finished grading some tests from the freshman-level class. She put the tests in her TA binder and walked them back to Dr. Clarke's office. It was after 9PM, so Caroline assumed everyone would be gone for the day, and she could just put the binder in the department inbox. But as she neared the office she noticed the light was on. Then she heard a sound that made her stop dead in her tracks. Someone, specifically a woman, was moaning. Caroline knew that moaning; whoever it was was masturbating. She crept forward and looked into the office. She gasped.
