Alexandra Lovell's Halloween costume was nothing short of fantastic. She told people she was a "zombie nurse", but really the "zombie" part was of little consequence to what made the outfit look so good. The "nurse" element of the get-up consisted of a tight red and white one-piece candy-striper's uniform she rented at a local shop. It hugged her shapely body brilliantly and plunged deep in the neckline, nicely showing off her black bra clad 34C bosom. The skirt portion of the zipper-front costume was incredibly short, barely covering her tight ass, and stopping several inches above the tops of the fishnet stockings (complete with garters) that clung to her curvy legs. A pair of black stiletto pumps on her feet and a little nurse's hat resting on her long blonde hair (curled this evening) finished off the look. The "zombie" portion of the costume was created by nothing more than a little dark make-up around her eyes and some fake blood on her neck.
The drop dead gorgeous 18-year-old college freshman was in fine form at the Halloween bash that night. The costume party she was attending was at a frat house on campus and within an hour of getting there, she was already feeling pretty buzzed. Alexandra, or Alex to her friends, had consumed several beers and no less than four shots of tequila since she and her sexy cop outfitted friend Vanessa had arrived at the shindig. Both girls were quite appreciative of the attention their provocative costumes elicited from the horny frat boys, as well as the amount of free alcohol the guys were plying them with.
Dancing and drinking, the pair of beautiful young ladies enjoyed flirting the evening away with their numerous male suitors. Eventually, Vanessa found herself in the company of one specific frat boy friend of theirs, grinding up against the muscle-bound hunk and making out with him in a shadowy corner. Alex was not without her opportunities either, with numerous drunken jocks plying their pick-up trade on her throughout the duration of the party. Even in her increasingly inebriated state, she still managed to maintain a degree of sound judgement, passing on all of the come-ons and propositions. It was not that she was completely uninterested in "hooking-up" with a guy for some tawdry one night stand, it was just that she found most of these horny frat boys far to immature for her liking.
As the evening became early morning, Vanessa disappeared with her new-found paramour, presumably to a bedroom upstairs to continue with a private party of their own. Alex, trusting that her friend was in safe hands, decided to head home before facing another onslaught of college boys looking to score some action with anything with breasts at the party. Slipping out of the frat house unscathed, she decided to walk back to her dorm, seeing how it was only a few blocks away and that the campus would be fairly safe with all of the people out and about celebrating Halloween that night.
Still half in the bag, the fresh air was doing its best to try and sober her up a bit as she walked across the college grounds. As she strolled past the English literature building, she remembered the paper she had due next week for Professor Stewart's class. He was by far one of her favourite instructors, a very engaging lecturer and always willing to take the extra time to help his students full understand and appreciate his lessons. It was while she was reflecting on her appreciation of the man's teaching prowess that she noticed that the light was on in his corner office in the English building. Almost as soon as she saw that, the light went out and the professor himself emerged from the nearby exit. Always one to be friendly with her teachers (and to kiss up for potential extra marks), Alex called out to him and stepped off the sidewalk to make her way over to him.
She only made it a couple of steps onto the grass when her stiletto heel abruptly sunk into the soil, which coupled with her boozy state, easily caused her to loose her balance and come crashing down onto the ground. Seeing his student taking a tumble, the good professor rushed over to help her up.
"Alexandra, my God, are you alright?" He asked, genuine concern in his voice.
Embarrassed and wobbly, she made her way back up to her feet with his assistance.
"Yeah, thanks." She replied, her cheeks flushed red. "Damn heels..."
Brushing some dirt and grass off her costume, she suddenly remembered the way she was dressed and began to dread what this man would think of such an outfit. Before she could even fathom an idea of his opinion of her attire, a jolt of pain shot up her leg as she took a step.
"Ahhh..." she groaned, favouring her right knee.
"Oh dear," the teacher countered, bending down to take a look at her leg. "Looks like you landed on something sharp." He quickly pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at the wound on her knee. "C'mon inside, I think I've got a first-aid kit in the office. We'll get you fixed up."
Even more embarrassed than before, Alex limped beside her professor towards the English building, her right leg not nearly as damaged as her ego. Once inside, he had her sit on his desk as he grabbed the first-aid kit and sat down in the chair in front of her.
"It doesn't look that bad," he said, pulling out a gauze pad and pouring some disinfectant on it. "This might sting a bit."
She breathed in sharply and bit her bottom lip as he cleaned the cut. Her stocking was ripped at the knee, the gash about two inches long.
"At a costume party were you?" The professor asked, making small talk as he grabbed a small bandage from the kit.
"Yeah," she replied, feeling increasingly self-conscious about her appearance the longer she was in his presence.
"So you're a nurse I take it?" He followed up as he applied the bandage over her injury.
"A zombie nurse actually." She answered with a slight giggle.
"Oh..." He said softly, his hands still lingering on her shapely stocking-clad leg, her high-heeled foot resting on his thigh.
Seated in front of her, his hands resting on her leg, and his head nearly at her crotch level, Alex could not help but feel a bit turned on. It was at that moment that she suddenly looked at him in a different light.
Geoffrey Stewart was in his early forties she guessed. Still in pretty decent shape, he was just under six feet tall with an average build. His brown hair was sprinkled with a bit of grey throughout the sides as well as in his goatee, revealing his age a bit, but his otherwise smooth face offered very little evidence of his years. He was definitely a handsome man, and his calm and pleasant demeanour made it very easy to be comfortable around him.
She had never thought about him in any way other than as her professor, but in this intimate setting, and in her tipsy state of mind, she now found her imagination churning out numerous scenarios in which she envisioned him in a very different manner.
"Do you like my costume?" She asked him, surprising herself with the boldness of her question.
"I, umm..." He muttered, his hands leaving her leg as he attempted to stand up.
Feeling a bit empowered at the level of awkwardness her query had raised in her teacher, she pushed forward with the foot lying on his leg, her heel pressing into his thigh and preventing him from rising to his feet.
"Do you like my little nurse's costume?" She asked again, a sly little smile coming to her lips.
"I, I..." He was clearly flustered, sweat forming on his brim. "It's very nice, I suppose." He finally stammered out.
