"I'm concerned about your work in this course, Theresa. You've already missed three assignments, you haven't been to half of my classes, and your midterm research assignment is due in two weeks. How is that coming? Have you started it?"
"Yes, Professor Burk, but I don't know what to write. I tried to do the other assignments, but I'm behind in all my classes. Every time I try to get caught up something else happens and I get distracted all over again. Even when I sit down to write, I just can't keep my mind on my work."
Terri slumped in her chair with downcast eyes. Her voice was small and weak to her own ears, and she felt her cheeks flush red from embarrassment. It wasn't just the mild scolding that embarrassed her, however, it was the person giving it. Professor Burk was the youngest tenured professor in the English department and generally considered by the female student population to be the best looking male faculty member in the school. She had a serious crush on him since the first day of class and tended to wear revealing clothes to draw his attention during the lectures. On once occasion she caught him steal a glance at her ample young cleavage and lose his train of thought.
She noticed this power she had over older men ever since she developed large breasts towards the end of puberty and thrilled inside whenever she commanded glances from them. Professor Burk's fleeting look made her absolutely tingle. He was in his early 30's with thick dark black hair, chiseled features, and a very fit body. When he walked into class for the first time she was shocked to learn he was to be her teacher. Up to that point, all of her other professors were stogy old men that obviously hadn't seen the inside of a gym since high school. She knew that all of the other girls looked up from their notes to check out his butt every time he turned to write on the whiteboard.
"Look, I know you have a lot of competing pressures facing you. Your first year of college will probably be the hardest you have to overcome. There are many new experiences all around, and you have to have the responsibility to learn and grow. I'm not just talking about your academic work, but your social life too. Are you making friends and getting out?"
Since showing up at college she had made some friends, but still felt lonely. Due to an odd number of room assignments that semester she wound up with a room to herself. While the privacy was nice, it caused her to miss out on some of the normal freshman camaraderie. She hadn't dated anyone since her last year in high school and felt the urge to share all of this with him, but bit her tongue and simply replied that she did.
"Do you have a dedicated space to study and write? Your environment is as important as anything else when studying. Are you often distracted when you work?"
"I usually study in my room, but I just can't get my mind to focus whenever I sit to write. I can't help it."
"I'll tell you what; I'll offer you a deal. If you're willing to put in the time and work, I will help you out. I'll grant you an extension on your missing assignments, but in return I want you to make an effort to get on the right track. It's important to me that you leave my class with the skills that will serve you for the rest of your life. You need to turn a new leaf tonight and I'm going to help you."
"You are?"
"Yes, I want to see how your writing space is set up, and I know some exercises that will get your creative juices flowing. I need to be on campus this evening for a department reception, so I'll be around anyway. Now, Theresa, I know the last thing you probably want to do on a Friday night is stay in and study, but that's the deal. It's obvious from your previous work that you have a lot of raw talent and I'm not going to watch it go to waste. Are we agreed?"
"Um, yeah, I guess, sure..." Terri couldn't believe her ears -- Professor Burk was going to come to her room to spend time tutoring her. It would just be the two of them all alone. Her breathing quickened as she felt her cheeks flush again. She prayed he didn't notice.
With head buzzing, she left his office and went straight back to her room. Professor Burk, the man featured in around a dozen of her favorite fantasies, was coming to her dorm room tonight. She had no doubt that his intentions were strictly platonic, but she couldn't help to feel aroused at the scenarios that ran through her mind. She imagined what it would be like to kiss him, imagined his hands unfastening her bra, touching him all over.
She quickly walked back to her dorm, sprang up the stairs to her room, and collapsed on the bed locking the door behind her. A million things to do. Clean her room. Shower. Makup. Figure out something to wear. What shoes. But first ...
She flopped on her bed and touched herself through her jeans. Until just three months ago she had never had an orgasm. It wasn't until studying masturbation in a human sexuality class that she tried it for the first time. She's been with a few boys in high school, but didn't see what all the fuss was about. Her first experience with intercourse was painful and very quick. Her second experience was simply very quick. She never saw any need for a third.
None of this was on her mind as her fingers slid under her waistband and found her clit, however. She thought about what a kiss with Professor Burk would be like. She imagined how it would feel to have him lean into her waiting lips and tenderly kiss them while holding her close. Her orgasm built rapidly, and she intensely climaxed while thrusting her hips into her hand and gasping for air. Having a dorm room to one's self had certain advantages. Feeling refreshed with batteries fully charged, she headed off to the shower to get ready.
Later that evening, after what seemed like an eternity, Terri sat quietly at her desk waiting with eager anticipation. She'd chosen to wear a black silk top that wrapped at the waist and left her full cleavage exposed in a deep V neck. She put on her favorite low rise jeans leaving her midriff bare with just a hint of her black panties peeking out of the small of her back. She'd done her hair and spent some time on her makeup. The overall effect was subtle, but undeniably sexy. She knew that most men would have a hard time not turning their heads for a better look when she dressed like this.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Her heart sped up as she crossed the room to open it. As she pulled the door open, he stood there neatly quaffed in a well tailored suit and tie. He smelled faintly of expensive cologne and wore the scent well. When she opened the door his eyes quickly dropped to her chest and traced her body before returning to meet her smiling eyes. She thrilled at the visual caress.
