Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c)2001 by Couture
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There was an explosion of limbs and papers. Laura was in such a hurry to leave the General Classroom building unseen that she collided with someone in the hall. She looked down at the middle aged lady on the floor, lying face down in a pile of scattered papers.
Laura sat there staring up the woman's dress at her stocking and panties.
'Oh no! It's Dr. Adams,' Laura thought, as she recognized the sharp features of the woman as she turned around. It was bad enough that Laura had crashed into one of the strictest teachers on campus, but to make matters even worse, Laura had skipped Dr. Adams class while she was in the bathroom with 'Black Boots'.
"My papers! Laura, don't just stand there gawking girl, pick them up!" Dr. Adams demanded, as she started to stand up, gesturing at the papers that were scattered about on the floor.
Quickly, Laura turned, bent down and began picking up the pile of papers. As she did, she gave Dr. Adams a wonderful view of her wet gaping sex. Every time Laura bent over to pick up another paper, her tiny breasts would jiggle delightfully beneath her stretchy shirt.
An astounded Dr. Adams looked on with amazement. Here was Laura, the most professional student in all her classes, with no underwear on, freely exposing her apparently recently used sex to all the world.
Seeing this Doctor Adams ordered, "Laura! We need to talk. Please step into my office. Right now! And please have a seat."
Dr. Adams held the door open for the reluctant, bedraggled girl.
Laura knew this wasn't going to end well, but she had no choice; she followed the directions and sat demurely waiting for a stern lecture from her professor.
"Laura, you've always been a good student of mine. Frankly, however, as a teacher and a feminist, I am a very disturbed about several things I'm noticing about you today. If I had caught any of my other students in a similar situation, I would have them expelled immediately. But because of your previous accomplishments, I'm going to let you attempt to give me a reasonable explanation of this behavior."
"Now, why are you not wearing underwear? And are you the condition of your recent sexual daliances? And why did you choose to miss my class for these deviant activities?"
'This is worse than I thought,' Laura thought, panicking. 'She has spotted everything. I can't tell her about what happened in the bathroom or I will be expelled. So I better try to make up a good lie.'
"Well ah... Dr. Adams, uh... I've been having some feminine problems see. Um... so my doctor has ordered me not wear any underwear for the next couple of weeks. Er, she said my, ah, mucous membranes were inflamed and producing... extra s-s-secretions." Laura stammered.
"So my vagina needs to, um, ah, air out, to relieve my, er, condition. I tried to wear p-p-panties to your class anyway, but I had such irritations, that I had to spend an extra long time in the bathroom. I was in such distress that I just *had* to take them off and go back to the dorm. That's why I was in such a hurry when I bumped into you in the hall. See..."
Laura opened her bag to show Dr. Adams Monique's panties that she had worn and removed, as if this proved her story.
However, Dr. Adams keen, bespectacled eyes saw not one, but two pairs of panties.
Dr Adams thought to herself, 'I thought I was going to have to get her expelled for letting one of our male students convince her into forgoing her education and setting back the women's movement. But this! This is a very interesting situation.' Dr Adams pondered over her student, and wondered how far she could take advantage of this situation.
"Laura, get over here and sit down on my desk. I'm not sure I believe you," Dr. Adams said, as she patted a clear spot at the front of her glass-topped wooden desk.
'Oh, no! What is this old bitch up to?' wondered Laura as she placed both her hands on the desk and proceeded to lift herself up to sit on top as ordered.
In the meantime, the older woman grabbed the hem of the young girl's pink miniskirt and pulled it up to her waist as soon as the little beauty lifted her feet off the ground.
A shocked Laura struggled to pull her skirt back down, but her ass clung to the slick surface of the glass making the task impossible without standing back up. Then her professor proceeded to raise Laura's tight shirt over her small breasts.
"Wait. Stop! What are you doing?" Laura cried, as she struggled with Dr. Adam's strong hands.
"Get those hands down girl! There's no need to be afraid. "I'm a woman too, and I've seen what you have hundreds of times. As a matter of fact, I've seen much bigger and more developed ones than you have anyway. Why, you are positively tiny!"
"Humph. You sit here telling me some concoction of yours about not wearing panties because your vagina is wet. Ha! I may be getting old, but I didn't just fall off the turnip wagon, you know!"
"You must realize that I can't very well believe every story that I'm told without seeing some sort of evidence. So unless you happen to have a doctor's note with you, I'm afraid I must see this condition of yours for myself."
Laura knew she didn't have a doctor's note, nor could she get one. So she was going to have to tolerate this older woman's manipulations, at least for now.
Then Dr Adams rounded her desk, walked to the door of the office and locked it. As she did Laura could see the outline of Dr Adams's french- cut panties through her skirt. This sight and her imagination of this dominant older woman, clad in only garters and panties, caused Laura's sex to begin to drip once again.
She could only sit there and wait patiently with her legs crossed astightly together as she could keep them, while her hands cupped her small breasts.
'Oh no! Not again,' Laura thought. She was horrified that she could feel her wetness flowing onto the glass surface of the desktop below her, as she once again felt her lust for panties.
