Golden Hills University 02 {Stephen Gray}
Things had been changing at the campus lately.
As he drove in this morning, Professor Grant had seen the usual parade of joggers. That was nothing new; most of the students here were committed to staying fit and exercising regularly. But the girls - something was different about the girls now. Their breasts seemed to have blossomed in the past few days, and now they were wearing tight shorts that barely covered what they needed to cover.
Ordinarily, he was not the kind of guy who stared at a woman's body. Oh, he indulged in the occasional porn surfing while his wife was away, and he liked to tease himself with fantasies about some of the exceptionally beautiful students in his classes. But in real life, where there were real consequences, he avoided looking below the neck. He was a happily married professor, and he had no wish to jeopardize his comfortable life by getting involved with a student.
But this morning, he had been staring. Their bodies practically begged him to look. Those breasts...holy hell! They seemed way too big for the sports bras that tried to contain them. His cock stirred as he drove past a trio of bouncing girls, their pony tails wagging, their round bottoms swaying rhythmically. At a red light, he watched a parade of bare midriffs and sweaty, bulging tits. One of them smiled and waved at him as she crossed the street - Theresa, from his afternoon class. He waved back and watched her pass by, imagining what it would be like to yank those shorts down and finger her young pussy. Then the car behind him beeped, and he realized the light had turned green.
It had been like that all morning. As he walked through the campus, all he saw were T-shirts, halter tops, tank tops - a sea of sweet, young, beautiful tits. What was going on? Had they all suddenly entered a second round of puberty over spring break? Or had he just never noticed before, how sexy these girls looked, sauntering past him in their tight shirts and skimpy shorts? Smiling at him, greeting him with cheerful energy, as if completely unaware of the sexual energy they radiated.
And then he had seen Katie and Christine coming up the path. They were wearing audacious orange string bikinis - the kind with laces on the hips, making it look like a single tug would be enough to reveal those sweet little twats. They were obviously aware of the attention they were drawing, flashing smiles at every guy they passed. When they saw him, Katie whispered into Christine's ear, and both of them giggled mischievously.
"Morning, Professor!" Christine almost sang the words in a lilting, girlish way.
"Good morning, Christine. Katie." He tried to play it cool. They were students, after all. It wasn't like he was going to start sucking their tits or something.
"How do you like our outfits?" Christine licked her lips as Katie ran a finger down the fabric that was barely concealing her left breast, and he could see a bump in the cloth where her taut nipple was trying to poke through.
"Umm...a little too...revealing, don't you think?"
Christine shrugged and smiled. "Oh, I can reveal a lot more than this. A lot more." She glided closer to him, until her full breasts almost touched his shirt. "Would you like that, Professor?"
He couldn't answer; he looked at her and felt a sudden urge to kiss her, to pull her close and start fondling her beautiful young body. His cock was growing stiffer each second. As if sensing his arousal, Christine drew even closer, until he could feel her firm tits pressing against him. "What do you want to do, Professor?" she whispered.
"I..." He looked down at her soft, parted lips. I could have her, he thought. The idea struck him like an erotic thunderbolt, threatening to override his reason. I could kiss that sweet mouth, I could send my hand inside that bikini and start stirring her crotch. She's practically inviting me to do it. Maybe she's already wet...
"I can't," he gasped. He didn't push her away; he didn't dare to put his hands on that sensational body. "I...have work to do." With an effort, he pulled himself away from her and hurried toward the lecture hall, not daring to look back.
"No problem...I'll see you later, Professor!" Both girls started giggling again and continued walking.
What had come over him? He was a professional educator; he should have reprimanded Christine for unseemly conduct. Instead, he had barely been able to resist kissing her, and who knows where that would have led? Even now, here in the safety of his quiet office, he could still picture that orange bikini, those smiling lips. His cock had not settled down yet. Maybe he should just masturbate now and get it out of his system.
Then Allison walked in.
Grant had never liked Allison. She was the worst kind of student - lazy and spoiled. She was used to getting her own way, and she seemed to think that simply paying tuition entitled her to a passing grade in every class, no matter how little effort she put into her work. She was always complaining about the scores he gave her on papers and exams, and he dreaded seeing her in his office.
But not today. His eyes went straight to her red plaid miniskirt, white stockings, and the creamy thighs in between. Her long, wavy black hair dangled down over the shoulders of a white blouse with way too many buttons undone. Her breasts, of course, looked huge, and his cock was squirming again as she stood there, smiling, as if inviting him to look her over.
"Yes, Allison?" He forced his voice to be calm, as if she wasn't a sexy young woman he would be thrilled to fuck.
She closed the door behind her, then turned to face him again. "I want to talk to you about my grades."
"What about...them...?" Grant's voice trailed off as she began to unfasten her remaining buttons. Oh, fuck, she wasn't even wearing a bra. "Um...what are you doing?"
"You gave me a D on my mid-term," she said. "I think a deserve an A." She opened her blouse.
Grant tried not to look. He really did. But those soft bulges, those puffy pink areolae, those tits that were already stiff with lust - these were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes off them.
"You wanna suck them?"
He shook his head, but his gaze never left her chest as she strolled slowly around his desk. "I think you do," she purred. "I think you want to suck them."
She wasn't wrong. But it WAS wrong! What was he thinking? He should have ordered her out of his office. This was the kind of thing that got teachers fired and publicly disgraced. And Natalie - his loving wife of twelve years - how could he do this to her? How could he just sit here and allow this sexy young student to sit on his lap and offer her succulent breasts to him?
"Go ahead," she murmured. "I want you to."
He was still staring at her tits, right in front of him now. God, they looked so good! "Um...look, Allison...you're very pretty, but..."
