Billy got to class a little before he needed to, like always. The first thing he did, like always, was to look for Mindy. She wasn't his girlfriend, but he wished she was. She was a short, chubby girl with big tits and even when she wore a bra, which wasn't often, her big old boobies bounced around in whatever top she happened to be sporting that day. Her butt wasn't all that great but that was okay with Billy. He was more of a tit man.
Professor Taylor was the total opposite of Mindy. She was at least six feet with long blonde hair and long legs. Her tits were even bigger than Mindy's, but he'd never seen them shake, so Billy figured they were fake. Professor Taylor had a great ass though. Even though he wasn't an ass man, he could still appreciate a fine one when he saw it.
About ten minutes into class, they were discussing Frankenstein by Mary Shelly, when Mindy stormed in like a tornado. Her dyed blue hair wild and out of control. Her white shirt and blue jacket did little to contain her bouncing boobs. And her yoga pants left nothing to the imagination of all her downstairs parts.
"Well, look who decided to join us?" Professor Taylor asked.
"I'm sorry. I over slept and then there was false fire alarm in my dorm and I was blocked in, so I had to walk," Mindy explained in one big breath.
"Oh, my," Professor Taylor said. "You've had quit the morning, haven't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Mindy said.
"I'll bet you didn't know I was a certified massage therapist, did you?" Taylor asked.
"No," Mindy replied.
Billy, working on a story and not really paying attention, lifted his head up. Something was up with his professor. She was acting weird. Normally she'd be yelling and berating Mindy by now. Even though they were all over eighteen and adults, she still felt compelled to treat everyone like a child.
"Come on up here and have a seat," Professor Taylor said, grabbing a chair.
"Uh..." Mindy said.
"Yes?" Professor Taylor asked. You never refused a directive from Professor Taylor.
"Okay," Mindy said.
"First, let's take off this jacket," Professor Taylor said and before Mindy could protest, reached around and took off the jacket. Everyone could see Mindy's breasts, and nipples through her thin, white
T-shirt.
"I like to start with the head and work my way down," Professor Taylor said. "I know most of you are thinking what does this have to do with writing, right?"
Everyone sort of chuckled and there were a few yeah's and uh huh's.
"If you're not relaxed, you can't write a good story or book. By the way, it's like this with any job. You need to be relaxed and focused so you can really be in the moment to do your best work," she explained.
When the professor got to Mindy's shoulder's she must have been pushing really hard, because Mindy's chest was thrust out and her nipples were getting hard. When she ran her fingers down Mindy's sides Mindy jumped and snorted a laugh.
"Please don't, that ticked," Mindy said.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. You don't like to be tickled?"
"No," Mindy said.
"Interesting," Professor Taylor said.
Okay, anyone else?"
