My name's Dave, and I'm 21 and I go to Louisiana State University.
There's this 29 year-old Teacher's Assistant in my Creative Writing class.
Her name is Miss Smith, and she has the best body that I have ever seen.
Perfect legs, tits, ass, I knew she was hitting the Gym because I would see her walk in wearing her tight pants and sports bras.
Ever since I saw her, I guess I've developed kind of a crush on her.
Every time she sits down in her chair, I get a glance at her different thongs when she wears her mini skirts.
One day, I got up the courage to ask her to stay back and help me out with a little story I was putting together.
I was sitting in my Psychology class as the day came to an end.
I went back up the hall to meet up with her.
I knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
I walked in to see her sitting at her desk grading papers.
"So, what is it your having problems with Mr. McCoy?"
"I'm looking to spice up this story I'm writing about two people who are struggling to be together, but the man knows that he is in danger of costing the woman her job as a teacher."
She smiled slightly, "So, your trying to write about a complicated relationship between a teacher and her student?"
"Well, she's not technically a teacher, she's a T.A.!"
"Hmmm, that's interesting!"
I thought she was going to send me out for sure if she caught where I was leading to.
She smiled, "Think I know how to get this story going!"
She got up from her desk and walked over to the door.
She locked the door and walked back over towards me.
"First, we need to open with the student and this ‘T.A.' sharing their passion to get the readers interested."
She pressed herself to my body as she leaned in to kiss me with her soft pink lips.
I could feel my dick begin to spring to life.
Her tongue slid into my mouth as she moaned softly.
"Next, we need to set the mood!"
She reached over to turn the lights off.
"A little more!"
She walked over to the shades and drew them shut.
Now, the room was darker with only enough sunlight to see her walking over to me.
"Now, the story needs a climax!"
"I love a good climax, don't you?" She said as she bit her lip.
"Absolutely!"
With that she began to unbutton her white blouse.
She opened the blouse to reveal a white lace bra and rock hard stomach.
She ran her hands up her stomach to slowly remove the blouse.
She walked over to her desk and climbed on top of it.