She wasn't quite sure why she was attracted to her professor. Maybe it was his intelligence. Maybe his intensity. Maybe the prominent bulge that tantalized from the front of his tight jeans. All Mandy knew was that she couldn't take her eyes off of Dr. Gonzales.
He wasn't all that young-he admitted to being almost 60, though he looked far younger. He still had most of his hair, and only a tiny patch above his right ear had begun to turn gray. He was very fit for his age, too. Yet the strangeness of the crush only served to intensify it.
Mandy found her self listening more intently in his lectures than in any others. On the days she had his Anatomy and Physiology classes, she dressed a little nicer, showed a little more cleavage, wore a special scent. At first her efforts seemed vain and childish, even to her. But then...it started innocently enough. During a lecture on skin, Dr. Gonzales brushed Mandy's arm and said "You have beautiful skin, to me." The rest of the class was given up, in her mind, to fantasies of more.
The very next class, he lectured on bones.
"Now flat bones," he intoned, "are the site of hematopoesis. Can anyone tell me what hematopoesis is?"
"The formation of blood," Mandy replied without missing a beat.
Dr. Gonzales walked over and patted her back and rubbed her arm and said "Very good! Thank you!"
Mandy was surprised at how soft his hands were. But then again, he was a scientist. Again, it was a struggle to stay focused after physical contact had been made. Even hours later, she could still feel where his hand had caressed her flesh. It made her weak in the knees to think he may be interested, too.
The next class, she went with a plan. She was wearing a classy, yet low-cut blouse, a skirt that skimmed her hips perfectly, and a necklace that just sat at cleavage level, perfect for playing with to draw attention to her full, firm breasts. She sat in the front row, as always, and leaned in, listening intently. Mandy really hoped it was not her imagination that his eyes lingered on her a little more often today. He seemed to stand closer to her than usual, too. And when Dr. Gonzales "accidentally" rubbed his arm against hers, she reached her other hand over, and gave a little squeeze. It was a bold move, but the message appeared to work it's way across.
Dr. Gonzales was normally one of the first out of the room after class, but that day he lingered. So did Mandy.
After the other students had filed out of the room, she walked up to his desk.