Professor John Gordon peered over his reading glasses from his podium, into the first row of the auditorium, to where she invariably sat in each of his advanced English lit classes. McKenzie. McKenzie Hayden Rose. He prided himself on being unflappable, never being distracted by one of his students, but the growing bulge beneath his khakis was betraying him on this particular occasion.
Almost on cue, with that uncanny instinct that women of any age seemed to have when they have captured a man's attention, McKenzie shifted her weight in her seat and glanced up from her quiz paper to see him staring at her. She was unflustered, confident, very used to men of every age staring at her, such was her beauty. She was twenty but mature well beyond her years, perhaps in every way except sexually. At least, not yet. She had not had that proper mentor that she so yearned for. McKenzie smiled at Professor Gordon and dropped her head back to her paper. His excitement did not go unnoticed by her knowing eyes. She felt the familiar moistness between her legs when she thought of him, realizing that it must be her paper he was reading.
Professor Gordon knew he had let his eyes linger upon her longer than he had wanted to and quickly surveyed the class to see if anyone else had been watching him. None had been. He continued reading the assignment paper from his now all-time favorite pupil. Perhaps her status had now been escalated to "special" with each sentence that he reviewed. This was the first time he ever recalled getting hard simply from a student's prose in all of his years of teaching college. Yes, she was special indeed.
The topic of this project had been, "Adventure. Live Your Life." The directions that he provided to the class were very simple. Describe something that you had always secretly aspired to do, but had not yet allowed yourself to experience. Be vivid and descriptive. 250 words or less. It was an exercise designed to expand the student's creative thinking, and also served the dual purpose of seeing what motivated each student. He had not yet received a paper in his seventeen years of teaching like the one that McKenzie had written.
"People, well, men especially," McKenzie wrote, "have always looked at me as the center of whatever expectations they have about me. Most are purely sexual, surface attraction only. I understand this, and admittedly, use it to my advantage when I find it convenient for me to do so. I even occasionally embrace that and indulge in my own pursuit of pleasures." It was about this time that Professor Gordon began to realize that McKenzie's paper would be very different than a run-of-the-mill project.
"However," her words continued, scripted in impeccable penmanship with lavender ink, not computer-generated, the paper itself smelling distinctly of lilac, "With you, Professor Gordon, I sense something else, a connection much deeper. Your words, your demeanor, your patience, your grace, your dignity, your intelligence, your humor, they have all served to make me realize during this semester that you are the tutor, the teacher, who can teach me what I so desperately want to learn. To have a man truly make love to me, show me, educate me."
"I shudder as I write this to you, trembling, a combination of fear and anxiety, but also of liberation and curiosity and excitement. I have written this to you with the implicit understanding that this is between you and I only, and that you will not betray my trust. In summary, I want my adventure to be.........us. Exploring. Teach me."
Professor Gordon slowly folded the hand-written essay-to-end-all-essays and tucked it into his pants pocket, inches from his protruding swollen cock, waging an earnest war against the fabric of his briefs, who were losing the tug-of-war with each passing second. He made a mental note to thank his good genes, the Good Lord above, and his divorce lawyer for collectively putting him into this position. He glanced at McKenzie out of the corner of his eye without lifting his head. "If ever I saw an A-plus essay, that is the one," he mused. Extra credit hours would be most fun.
For her part, McKenzie could barely concentrate on her pop quiz. When your mind, your thoughts, and your fantasy is on the professor's cock, imagining what it will taste like between her lips, and feel like deep in her cunt, it has a tendency to make dangling participles rather irrelevant.
It took a lot of introspection for McKenzie to actually go through with her plan. However, the risk/reward calculations that she had made in her head eventually took precedence. McKenzie had always rather followed the lead of her men, who rarely knew what they were doing sexually, and more times than not, were finished before McKenzie had even begun her proverbial warm-up pitches. She had been with 8 guys in her young life, yes she had indeed counted, and before she ran out of fingers to count on, she wanted to have a REAL MAN.
McKenzie was a model besides being a college student, and had received offers of all sorts on essentially a daily basis. A porn shot here, a strip club there, but that really didn't get her off. Besides her ample exterior beauty, which by all accounts was literally breathtaking, she was an extremely intelligent young woman who was blossoming spiritually, intellectually, emotionally. The only man she had truly cared about had treated her like dirt, and she was tired of that ilk of player. She wanted mature, she wanted erotic. She wanted the Prof.
From his perspective, Professor Gordon contemplated the entire scenario. To fuck, or not to fuck, that was the question. Fucking won in a landslide.
John Gordon had been an All-American baseball player in college. Such was his passion for his first love, baseball, believe it or not, he hadn't even lost his virginity until he was twenty. He traveled the minor professional leagues for eleven years, pursuing his passion, but his talent had not enabled him to reach the major leagues, the promised land, THE SHOW.
Somewhere during that time, he had married Martha, whom he had met in North Carolina during one of his nomadic excursions in the minors, and they had a child. She convinced him, against every fiber in his being, to retire from the game and lead a 'normal' life. Was there such a thing?
He did so once he reached thirty, and went back to school to get his Masters degree in his second love, literature.
He became a professor, wrote a few books, and had hit it big when one of his novels had unexpectedly skyrocketed up the best-sellers list simply because one of the national female talk-show radio hosts liked how he looked in his jeans on the back cover of his book. He made millions in a short amount of time, surprisingly.
What was not surprising, in retrospect, was how Martha had conveniently decided about this same time that their marriage had reached the point of 'irreconcilable differences', and she won a rather lucrative financial settlement against her now ex-hubby, who was much more interested in retaining at least joint custody of their three kids. He also wanted to return to the normalcy of his teaching. That had not left much time for women in the last several years, although his opportunities were rather bountiful. He was considered the most eligible bachelor at the small liberal arts school, yet the more uninterested he seemed, the more attractive he became to women throughout the school community.
Sure, there was that 26-year-old human resources assistant with the big tits that he fucked on and off, and, of course, the trophy wife of the rich older benefactor, who used him for his cock, to use her own words. But, that was frivolous, though satisfying, sex. Truth was, Professor Gordon hadn't been truly enraptured by a woman in about four years now. Until McKenzie. This was truly a fortuitous collision of timing meeting opportunity. Although Professor Gordon was not a mathematician by trade, he knew what that equaled. Hot forthcoming sex with the young woman of his long-dormant fantasies. And, best yet..she wanted him more.
Mercifully, the bell finally rang to signify the end of this session. The students gathered at the podium to drop off their quizzes. McKenzie lingered until the very end, literally trembling with anticipation of the professors' response. The professor feigned indifference as he dropped off her paper, nodding rather vaguely and absent-mindedly in McKenzie's direction. Her heart sank she slowly climbed the stairs to the exit.
She wondered to herself panicked, "Oh, my God, what have I done, what was I thinking? He probably has a beautiful girlfriend that I know nothing about, and now he has my note as evidence and he'll turn me in. Oh, shit. I'll get kicked out of sch..."
