Febe Starts Pledge Week
Professor Harper's office door was closed when I arrived. I knocked hard on it and he called to me almost instantly.
"Come!" he said simply.
Suddenly I felt as if I'd been summoned with his one-word command.
Once I was inside he said, "Shut it, please. My colleagues on either side of my office prefer that I keep my door closed. Sometimes it gets noisy when I have students or . . .
councilors
such as yourself, in to discuss grades."
Professor Harper was a smallish man with beady eyes, a sharp nose and a receding hairline. Weasel was the best word I could think of to describe him. He was dressed in a nice suit and tie, however and I did appreciate that.
Like the entire faculty, his office was tiny. The very next things I noticed were the two photos on either corner of his desk. Harper was gay! One photo was of a rather handsome fellow slightly younger than the professor and the other photo was of the two of them posing in what appeared to be a traditional husband and wife attitude. Beneath the picture were their first names and a date, presumably of their wedding.
My plans had just been shot all to hell. I might as well be selling porterhouse steaks to a vegan, I moaned to myself. He didn't even glance at my legs as I sat and crossed them and my hard nipples never drew so much as a glance.
"Hello, Professor Harper! It's so nice to meet you after so many emails and phone conversations," I was forcing myself to be polite. At the same time I was scrambling to come up with a 'Plan B.' No amount of lip-licking, hair-tossing or suggestive glances would work for me now.
Well, I thought at last, when all else fails, use reason.
"Professor Harper," I began after pause, "I know we have debated this subject in emails and over the phone already, but explain to me again why it is that you do not give A's."
In person, Professor Harper turned out not to be such a
so-and-so
. Our debate was civil, though heated, and in the end I was forced to concede that while I still did not agree with him, his reasoning was sound. For Professor Harper, an A represented perfection. Unless Peter could write perfect essays and one absolutely flawless research paper exceeding all of the requirements for grammar, rhetoric and logic as set forth by the English Department, he would only receive a B+.
We debated the matter politely at length. Harper was a man of conviction. Harper was also still a prick in my book - only maybe not such a
big
prick. I had earnestly tried to intervene on Peter's behalf and had hit a brick wall. As I was gathering up my things and politely thanking him for his time, Professor Harper did reluctantly admit to me that had Peter submitted the same quality of work to any one of his colleagues in the English Department they would most certainly have given him an A. I took some consolation in that.
Standing on the sidewalk outside the faculty offices in the hot sun, I mulled over the morning's events. I had made a valiant effort and I had failed. I thought about Peter and how his lovely cock glistened when I licked it and spit on it and smeared my saliva up and down its length with both hands and decided Peter was getting an A in my book in spite of anything Harper had to say.
The heat of the late morning, along with the lingering bit of anger I still harbored for Professor So-and-so sort of bubbled and tingled inside me like some kind of splinter festering and stinging in my finger. This was my first outing on campus since becoming Housemother. Sure, I'd been to the grocery on an almost daily basis but this was my first outing without a shopping list in one hand and an urgent 'to-do' list filling my head. My Row Boats had been doing much of the cooking, shopping and cleaning for more than a week now. The summer term was virtually over and most of my young A students had already completed their assignments and taken their tests. We were all simply slogging onward toward either a final exam or submission of that final paper in the next two days.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had time for myself right now. For the rest of this lovely summer afternoon I could do anything my heart desired. I lingered there on the sidewalk in the heat of this lovely summer day and relished the possibilities.
Suddenly I felt
hot
and it was definitely not the heat of the summer day I was feeling. I stood squinting in the bright sun and felt the beads of sweat forming on my forehead and noticed the insides of my thighs above my stockings were damp with perspiration. My pussy was beginning to tingle slightly.
I suddenly realized with a shock that I was aroused and horny in a way that shocked me! It's pretty understandable to be aroused when there is a handsome young frat boy waving his stiff cock in your face but this hit me out of the blue. I could only guess that getting all primed to tease and distract Professor Harper, only to have the whole thing evaporate right in front of me had something to do with it. The air around me was hot and humid and yet the breeze that stirred and rose up between my legs felt cool on my unprotected pussy. My knees grew a little wobbly and I swiftly decided I'd better find a cool place to sit or I might start peeling my clothes off right here on the sidewalk. I needed to find a place where I could sit quietly, curse Professor Harper and stroke the wounds Harper and his gayness had inflicted on my pride.
Four blocks behind me was Rho Rho Beta House. One half-block ahead was one of those chain coffee shops that had sprouted up on every other street corner in recent years. I scurried as gracefully as a sexually aroused grandma in a short, tight skirt and four-inch heels could toward the coffee shop. My boobs bounced up and down and swayed from side to side in my lacy bra as I scampered toward the cool salvation of the coffee shop. The motion caused my nipples to stiffen. Once inside I wondered if they sold iced tea but decided I'd better sit for a minute first to regain my composure.
I was a naughty little mess by now. My nipples were tingling and hard with the friction against my bra, I was a little feverish from the heat and for some reason I could not explain, my pussy was humming like I had a vibrator set on 'stun' buried in it. To make my predicament even worse, I quickly discovered that the coffee shop was filled with handsome, virile young college men - and most of them were now openly looking me over. I silently prayed that none of them would come near me right now.
I had plopped myself quite ungracefully into the first chair I could find, gasped and then sprawled out like a bundle of sticks that had been dropped a little too hard and come untied. I probably didn't help matters by slouching in my chair just as I landed. My skirt was pushed up high on my legs, the tops of my stockings were showing, my legs had fallen open and for all I knew, my sleek little honey-pocket was down there smiling right back at all these sweet young college boys while they gawked at me. I had made one hell of an entrance. For the first time in almost five weeks I almost regretted going commando.
