Disclaimer: This is obviously fictional. It's my first attempt at writing here, please feel free to leave any feedback or comments. I hope you like it. If it seems like anyone does I'll likely continue the story
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At some point, every college has rumors of student-professor relationships. It's inevitably going to happen. You have a bunch of barely into adulthood students pushing their boundaries in any way possible. Some of them seek out the relationships to get back at their parents, others fall into it with staff members who haven't set appropriate boundaries. Sometimes the staff members seek it out because they aren't emotionally mature enough to have relationships with people their age. Then there are the handful of times that it's truly scummy professors who prey on the young and innocent and churn through students. I want to think that's harder to do nowadays with the amount of media advocacy we have, but we all know it still occurs. Regardless of the why and the how we all know that the student-professor relationship happens. I'd certainly like to say for my own sake, that I don't fall into that last category, if anything I had no intent of ending up in a relationship at all, especially not the kind that I did.
Just to paint the picture, I'm a somewhat young professor, only in my upper thirties, and at this point, I'd only been at the university a few years. I certainly wouldn't consider myself handsome. I'm not in the best of shape, my hair is a bit long and my beard has started to gray a bit in the middle. Overall I'd say I'm pretty average. Shortly after starting at the college, my wife passed away which left me on my own. I have a decent house in the same town as my campus and I just go about my business. I'm not directly antisocial, but I haven't tried to start a new love life. I'm nothing special honestly.
I teach English courses at my college, it's a small school out in the middle of nowhere. The kind of place that has nice pictures on the website, but not a ton to do on campus. So we get plenty of well-to-do kids who mommy and daddy pay to send here to keep them out of trouble. Being an English professor I teach a range of courses including some of the introductory ones, which is where you wind up with those sorts of students. They'll often try to flirt with their professors, hoping that'll boost their grades. I've tried my best to not be involved in that practice, so I feel it happens to me less. Unfortunately, the college sometimes bumps a grade or two to keep some of our more affluent parents happy. I've tried to circumvent this by offering tutoring, but that always gets turned down in the end.
The situation began simply enough. I had one of those entitled students who rather clearly got everything she wanted previously. Her name was Alexandra and she was frustratingly bright, she just never cared much at all. She was a sophomore who had transferred to my school after causing trouble at her last one. Alexandra dressed rather provocatively, granted at a college that rarely stands out much. What did stand out was her hair, it had already changed color twice since the start of the semester, this time settling on a bright pink. Her outfits always went with her hair color, which led me to believe she'd spent an obscene amount on clothing.
We were only in the second month of the school year and she'd already created a group around herself that she ruled rather cruelly. The dean had given us not-so-subtle directions to pass her along because her parents were donating a small fortune to the school as long as she graduated. It frustrated me to no end, but I didn't want to lose my job over a spoiled brat. The few times she turned in a paper it was clear she had more than a base level understanding of the content, so at least that eased my conscience. She had currently not declared a major and all I hoped was that she chose something other than English.
Alexandra and her pack always arrived a little late to class, simply to flaunt that they could. Just late enough that I would always have started my lecture or discussion and they interrupted. Unlike some of the other professors, I paid no attention to it, not even pausing when they came in. This seemed to irk her at least a little bit, which made it more enjoyable to me. On this particular day, she was wearing a pink pleated skirt that was far shorter than could be practical and a white cardigan. Normally she sat in the back of the class, but today she sat right down in the front row of the lecture hall, even making her cronies sit behind her. I tried not to pay any attention, but it did strike me as odd. With a minute or two of the discussion, my eyes went past her and I understood why she'd done it. It took about half a glance to notice that underneath the cardigan there was no bra. Her rather perky nipples showed at attention. I looked away as quickly as I could, but she knew I'd seen and a wicked grin crossed her perfectly made-up face.
I continued my lecture, focusing as hard as I could on the text, not looking toward Alexandra and that seemed to work just fine until I stupidly asked a question. Now this was one of my earlier-in-the-day classes and a general required course, so asking a question leads to only a few hands being raised or answers being given. Without a moment's hesitation, she replied.
"The author was trying to provoke an emotional response from the reader, why else would he have written it that way?" she said.
I instinctively looked over to her, not realizing my mistake. When I looked at her I saw that same wicked grin from minutes before but I saw a lot more than that. Her legs were spread in her seat and she had positioned herself just so I could see very clearly that she didn't have any panties under her skirt. Her bare shaved pussy was right there for me to see.
She licked her lips in satisfaction and locked eyes with me as my pulse raced. Several years of being alone meant this was the first time I'd seen this much in person in quite some time. I was thankful for my podium because it allowed me to hide how frustratingly aroused I was. I didn't want to be, and I turned away as I regained my wits, but the damage was already done. Alexandra had won this round rather clearly and I was ashamed of myself. Fortunately for me, class was almost over, so it was easy enough for me to just lecture and not ask any more questions for the remainder of the time. I avoided her gaze for the rest of this time, just trying desperately to act like none of this had happened. When I ended class I quickly scuttled out the side exit as fast as I could, avoiding anyone else. This wasn't my usual practice, but I didn't want to see if Alexandra had further plans to mess with me.
I got back to my office and shut my door. My office was in one of the older buildings on the campus, which meant it was one of the larger offices. I had a desk covered in papers and books and a small sitting couch in the corner. Nothing fancy, just what had been there when I got the office. It was all clutter as I still preferred to print out most of the papers I had to read. No one else seemed to be on the floor at that point, which at least gave me some peace to sort myself out. My head was racing, had I done anything to provoke this? I didn't think I had. Sure, I hadn't given in to her like I knew some of the other professors had, I'd pushed her a bit about getting her work to me. Surely I couldn't have done anything to create this situation. I would never have shown any interest in a student in that way. I sat at my desk and put my head in my hands as I went through every interaction I'd had with Alexandra. She must have just been trying to screw with me, this was her way of acting out. She knew I'd seen and I was ashamed of how much it excited me. Hopefully, that was enough of a win for her that she would move on.
My hopes however were dashed only a few minutes later when I heard my door open and shut with the click of the lock. I turned to see Alexandra just inside my office smiling sadistically at me. I realized what an idiot I was for not locking my door. She dropped her messenger bag at the door and took a step toward me.
"So professor," she said trying to sound innocent, "I think we need to talk about what happened in class today." I froze, I didn't even know how to respond. This only seemed to empower her.
"Cat got your tongue professor?" she said a little more playfully. "I know you saw me, I wanted to make sure you did."
She took another step forward, stretching her arms up and arching her back, forcing her chest forward. As she brought her hands down she started to unbutton her sweater. I looked to the door, trying to figure out if I could make a run for it.
"Don't even think about it," she said as she undid the last button, exposing her perfect, perky breasts, "If you try to run I'll scream," she paused, "Who do you think campus security would believe, some professor, or the impressionable young woman who's mostly naked in his office?"
Unfortunately, I knew she had me there, no one would believe me and if I did anything right now I would risk my career and more. So I sat there, speechless, dumbstruck, and at the mercy of Alexandra.
"Besides," she said with a smile as she stood now only a breath away from me, "I already planted just a little evidence." She pulled open the upper right drawer of my desk and there, sitting on top of my pens was a pair of neon pink lingerie. "You don't want to get caught red-handed as a panty pervert do you, professor?"
I managed to mumble out, "No..."
She picked up the panties and held them up to my face, "Don't worry, I made sure to wear these while I was planning what I was going to do to you. Can't you smell it?" She pressed the panties up against my face. "Come on now, take a nice big whiff."
Reflexively I did and the smell was intoxicating. I hadn't been around that scent in years, My head started to swim as blood rushed to my cock. Alexandra noticed the bulge begin to grow in my pants.
