Candy was working all afternoon and evening studying for an exam in one of her classes the next day. She needed to get an A in this class and her last 2 test grades were not looking good. She still didn't understand all the concepts very well and decided to see if her professor could give her some one-on-one tutoring. She went up to her professor's office, hoping to find him in there at such a late hour. She had just gotten back from watching a play and was looking rather sharp with her bold, red sweater over fitted khaki pants that clung to her body just fine, emphasizing her firm thighs and luscious, tight ass.
She was in luck. She found her professor scowling at the dull computer screen, trying to mess with the paper-clip guy on Microsoft Excel. "Argh! What have I done?!" He exclaims to himself, as he frustratingly fingers the keyboard. Candy knew this professor was definitely NOT good with computers, but perhaps better with other things....
She knocked on the half-open door softly and briefly as she made her way into his half unpacked office. She knew this was his first year at her university and that he probably had a lot of unpacking to do. He turned her head at the sound of her entrance and gave her a frenzied smile, asking her what was up.
She goes over to the side of his L-shaped desk, and gives him a little help with his animated Microsoft "assistant." She had to lean forward across his body so that she could place her right hand on his mouse (computer mouse, that is). And she got rid of the paper-clip guy in an instant. "There! He's out of your way for good, but now it seems I'm sort of in yours..." Candy says reassuringly but fully realizing how close to his body she was.... Candy sometimes had her spontaneous moods where she would do something without thinking. And in this situation, she found her body sprawled over her professor's in his office. Woops.
She immediately regained composure and backed away from her flushed-looking professor.
"Thanks, Candy..." he replies shortly, rather speechless.
Candy reached over and lay some papers onto the desk so that she could ask him questions about it. She placed it on the surface at an angle so that they were both hovering over desk somewhat, trying to peruse it together.
Candy says, "I just don't get it..." and explains her dilemma with deciphering "relevant costs versus irrelevant costs" on her worksheet.... As he is explaining the solution to her, Candy can't help but look down, next to the desk, at her professor's pants. She saw a bulge there and was quite shocked that she was actually daring to look there.
She quickly turned her attention back to his explanation, her head starting to feel warm. Just in time to hear "... and that's why you only look at the contribution margin when you are figuring out the foregone costs," the professor finishes.
"Thanks, professor, I think I'm getting a better feel of this stuff," she says, trying to sound somewhat convincing.
"Well, if you just look at it at a certain angle and give it the right touch, the problem will be solved in no time," the professor reassures her with a pleasant smile.
Candy feels an awkward pause between them, although the professor is probably oblivious of her thoughts. She still wondered if the bond and atmosphere of whenever they were together was just a friendly, purely professional feeling, or rather a somewhat heated atmosphere. She always thought he was cute for an older gentleman. Rather sweet and helpful, especially with her and her class. She often found herself coming to his office or calling him for help with her assignments. Often times it was later evening time when she would unexpectingly find him still at work.
Today, she noticed he looked rather tired. He was stretching back, taking off his glasses to wipe his weary eyes.
Candy, observant of his late nights working and seeing the picture of his children on his desk, wondered if he ever had time to see his children. "You're working late today. You seem to do that just about every day, don't you? You're the only one left working in this building. Why is that?" Candy asked, trying not to pry but sounding innocently curious about it all.
"I don't know. I just have a lot of work to do, that's all. I'm never at home," he replied, sort of vague and distant.
Candy sensed something was up and her curious instinct decided to press further. After all, she always had a thing about how important it is for parents to be with their children as they are growing up. And she knew how it felt for parents to be at work all day and to not spend much time with the children at night. "I'm sure your kids never get to see you, since you're always working so late...." she said in a sympathetic sort of way.
"No... they don't. But that's because they don't stay with me..." he replied back, not looking her in the eyes.
"Oh really? I'm so sorry.... I didn't realize," Candy replies, half-surprised, half-not surprised. Pause. She always thought he was a really nice and sweet and MARRIED man, but it didn't prevent her from thinking about it from time to time while in class. A few weeks ago, she even woke up one morning after having a dream about her professor! It shocked her at first, but then again, she knew that she obviously found him somewhat attractive and friendly, in an odd way. She didn't remember the details of the dream sequence, but she was oddly feeling a sense of de je vous at this very moment, in his quiet office.
She walks around and sits down on the chair across his desk, facing him, and gives her condolences, "Divorce is a bitch, but sometimes it's worth it."
"Yeah, especially if SHE's a bitch," he says contemptuously. He turns to look back on the computer screen.
She could feel the resentment in his voice as well as the anger of not being able to see his children all the time. She felt bad for him. She wanted to make him feel better. She had always been a good listener and did not mind giving advice. Hmmmm...
