Having absolutely no life since I started college, I work during the day, and go to school during the nights and weekends. My goal is to finish the course in only two years; so here I sit, front and center in the lecture hall, waiting for the new professor to show up. Yawning, I cover my mouth and push my long auburn hair away from my face, letting the silky strands fall across my shoulder. I am wearing a short skirt with a tight fitting t-shirt since the autumn nights are still warm; what I didn't take into account was the air conditioning. I did not realize the lecture hall was going to be so cold. My nipples are freezing, protruding through the thin white material of my shirt, the areolas clearly outlined.
Finally the professor comes into the room. She is a petite older woman, blond hair cut shoulder length, with small breasts. I usually do no pay attention to the body of another woman, but she is pretty. Putting her bag on the floor she bends at the waist, offering me a clear view of a cute tight looking ass. Surprisingly, I find my pussy responding to the sight of her form bending in front of me, and the crotch of her white jeans cutting into her ass. She turns back to face the students and her nipples are cold too, I can see them thrusting outward through her bra and shirt. I find myself staring at her body for the first part of her lecture, not paying attention to what she is saying, as my mind wraps around the possibilities of making love to a woman. Hmm, interesting the ideas which spring into my mind as I watch her walk back and forth in front of the class. I realize I am squeezing my legs together, putting pressure on my clit. I mentally shake my head no, and begin to take notes paying attention to the lecture.
The rest of the class flies by quickly and the next thing I know the professor is giving us the reading assignments for next week as my classmates file out the door. Looking up briefly, she asks me to stay, because she wants to discuss my practicum which begins next month; she directs me to wait for her in her office. It's Friday night, I want to leave, I do not want to listen to some boring professor discuss my frigging practicum. So here I am, sitting on a leather couch next to her cluttered desk, tapping my foot impatiently, waiting for her to show. Finally! She enters her office, closing the door behind her. Putting her books down, she picks up a folder and joins me on the couch.