Professor Eliot Goode's door shook with an excited knock. He wasn't expecting anyone and the private man scrunched up his face at the noise. Adjusting his black rimmed square frames, he stepped over to the door of his small cottage style home.
He found a slender brunette bouncing on her toes with a grin and excitement sparkling in her green eyes. Her arms were pinned behind her back making the supple handfuls of her breasts more pronounced against the thin creme wrap shirt she was wearing. Her polka-dotted mini skirt bounced as she undulated on her toes, making the hem threaten to expose the gusset of her panties.
"Shelly?" He recognized the pretty face glowing under his porchlight. He peered out into the darkness, checking for his neighbors and then gestured for her to enter.
"Please come in."
Her athletic legs stepped gracefully in her black slip on loafers.
"I thought we were meeting tomorrow." He said as he closed the door and turned to face the girl still beaming with her hands secreted away behind her back.
"We are!...errr...ummm...we will...it's just...uhhh...I have news!" The girl was bubbling with so much excitement she seemed to be having trouble forming sentences.
"Yes, well couldn't it've waited, it's kind of late."
The girl looked down in genuine apology.
"I know and I'm sorry about that," again excitement shimmered into her pear-colored irises, "I just got so excited when I found out! I had to come and tell you!"
It was hard not to be taken with the young woman's enthusiasm and Eliot smirked as he nodded in his olive green slacks and cantaloupe heather shirt.
"I got it!" she cheered and this time she jumped high enough that Eliot could see the white lacy satin panties she was wearing.
Professor Goode's hazel eyes went wide behind his glasses as he realized what she meant. He put a palm to his forehead, pinning his wavy black locks back.
"The UN internship?" Shelly nodded, still jumping and flashing her college professor with every jump. "That's great!"
Eliot felt a surge of pride and he wrapped his twenty-one year old student in a fatherly hug.
"I'm so happy for you!"
She wrapped her arms around the tall man and felt the muscles of his chest against her cheek. His flat stomach nestled into her breasts and the girl was blushing.
Eliot felt the nubile flesh against his body and quickly stopped the hug. As he stepped back to a more appropriate distance he noticed the student carried her purse in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
"This is all thanks to you, Professor Goode."
"Nonsense! You're a terrific student and you worked hard for this. Congratulations!"
Shelly's smile tinted with a tinge of mischief as she wiggled the bottle in her hand.
"I was hoping that you might celebrate a little with me."
The thirty-seven year old professor tensed slightly though the smirk on his face did not change.
"Oh come on, professor! One glass? It's your favorite." the girl held the bottle a little closer to her professor, so he could see the label in the dimly lit living room.
"Okay. One glass." he relented. Shelly bounced and flashed again. Quickly she cut across the room to the kitchen island.
"Top cabinet to the left of the sink." Eliot directed her to the wine glasses and pretended not to notice the enticing curve of the back of her skirt as she extended onto her toes and the highest part of the back of her succulent thighs came into view.
Eliot swallowed hard and looked away. He stepped around the mahogany coffee table, trying his best to calm the sexual sparks in his brain threatening to ignite a fire in his body.
He sat on his dark brown leather couch and ignored the clinking and wet sloshing sounds of the young coed in his kitchen pouring two glasses of wine.
He noted the tripod he had for his tablet laying on the coffee table. Usually, he would set it up there and record their sessions for posterity's sake. A young, impressionable, twenty-something year old student alone with her middle-aged, single professor in his home, he knew the story too well of how these things could get out of hand and he took the precaution to make sure there was always evidence that there wasn't anything improper going on.
He hadn't invited any other student to his home, but Shelly was a special case. She had shown him the application to an internship with the United Nations and explained to him how his journalism experience with violations of human rights and territorial sovereignty in Africa meant he could tutor her for the essay she needed to write.
Professor Goode had never seen a student with a more prestigious opportunity, how could he say no to helping her? When Shelly begged the man for his help and with an almost teary eye proclaiming that this was her only dream, how could Eliot say no? When the girl asked him to allow her to let the sessions be at his home because of the proximity to school and the almost criminal amount of work study she was already involved in, how could he turn away such an industrious student?
The girl sat down next to him, smiling brighter than the two lamps on end tables either side of the couch, and handed him his glass.
"To you, Professor Goode, my inspiration."
Eliot blushed as he reluctantly tapped glasses with her and took a sip of the wonderfully tasty red liquid.
The two sat smiling at each other for a moment as they slowly swallowed mouthfuls of the wine.
"So Uganda, huh? That's going to be quite the experience."
Shelly nodded and swallowed again. She had already downed half the liquid as if she needed it.
"Yes! Do you think I'll like it?" Eliot nodded as he also continued to drink. "Tell me about it again."
Eliot was pretty sure that over the weeks he had told her everything there was, but perhaps the girl was only fishing for courage. She was about to go to a completely foreign place.
"It's absolutely beautiful. Don't get caught up in what people tell you. The mountains, the plains, the wildlife...it's like walking through a movie. Everything is so vibrant and wild. You'll love it!"
Eliot encouraged and the girl bubbled. Her eyes stared into his with adoration, as her teacher went on about the things that he saw during his time in Africa. Shelly noted every inch of the beautiful face with the five o'clock shadow.
His jawline was strong and she loved the dimple on his chin. His light eyes made little fluttering sensations in her stomach and his soft pink lips made her mouth water. She took another long drink of her wine and felt her chest warm.
Eliot was feeling the effects of the wine too. His mood was decidedly more giddy. His face, chest and thighs were warming rapidly. There was a gentle humming sensation moving through his limbs that felt quite pleasing.
"You've led such an interesting life. And you're so smart. Most of the girls in class can't believe that a man as handsome as you is so smart too."
Eliot almost choked on the wine. He managed to get it down and then smiled politely.
"Well...I-I...I'm...I wouldn't say that." he stammered.
"It's true!" Shelly continued.
"You know what they call you?" her grin curved with naughty intention and Eliot had to admit some curiosity.
"Professor mmmm Mmh! Goode." she giggled with impish delight and Eliot for some reason found the name funny as well. His body shook with laughter that surprised even him.
He felt his limbs becoming heavier and suddenly the glass in his hand felt like it weighed five pounds.
He took another sip before putting it on the coffee table.
When he laid back again, his head swam and his arms and legs almost felt magnetized to the plush leather couch.
Shelly had kicked off her shoes and was sitting more comfortably. She had closed the distance to her professor so much so that his nose filled with the flowery perfume the girl wore.
Just the sensation of smelling her seemed to make his heart pump more fiercely. His body no longer seemed to be obeying his attempts to stifle his rising libido.
"You know what else they say?" the young nubile student was whispering.
Eliot felt her pert breast bump up against his shoulder as her husky words seem to massage his ear and her breath warmly cascaded over his neck.
"They say you would never take advantage of a student. A true gentleman." Eliot began to panic as his heartbeat was steady and loud, but he realized that he couldn't pick himself off the couch.
His tongue seemed to be sluggish and he was having trouble speaking. "I'm sorry, Shelly...I don't seem to be feeling well...can I..." he could only flounder around lightly on the sofa. Genuine concern was in Shelly's eyes.
"Oh, no! Let me help you, professor!" she said and with a slow, but agile move she straddled her professor.
Eliot could feel the girl's thinly concealed vag heating his crotch and his manhood started to fill with blood and desire.
"Wait...Shelly...no..." he struggled to say.
"It's ok, professor, just let me help." The girl innocently ground her hips forward and propped herself up to look into her tutor's pretty eyes.
Eliot struggled not to moan. Shelly took off his glasses and put them where she was sitting originally.
"Now, how are you feeling?" She sounded remarkably like a doctor.
"Nnngh...Heavy...it's hard to move."
"But you feel good though, right?" the girl's smile returned and Eliot was confused.
"Yes." he admitted. "Just like I've had one too many. But I barely had one."
"I know." Shelly said matter-of-factly.
"You know what I noticed about you from day one."
Shelly went on ignoring her professor's plight, but holding his head and examining his eyes like a medical professional. "Not just how handsome you are, or cultured, or kind. You care about your students." she complimented and Eliot couldn't help, but feel flattered as his student's hips seemed to still be grinding against him.
"You would do anything for us."
"Well...I-I...just want...ngh...mmm...the best...mmm...for you."
Shelly laughed and her hips rotated with slow strength.
"I know!" she sang.
"That's how I knew you would let me come to your house like this."
Eliot's cock was lengthening and hardening under the weight of Shelly's body and the young woman seemed not to notice as she continued to grind on it.
"You were so eager to help me with my internship that you broke your rule to not have female students alone at your house."
