The College Chronicles

"Let me give you a disclaimer first. The things I will say might seem rude to you, but don't think of me as some bad guy. I will always be your nice friend and colleague." I said all this just to seek her approval, just in case things went south.

She was really confused, "I can't even understand what you're saying, but I promise I won't be angry with you."

I asked her again, "You're sure?"

Well, I had to ask. The moment was a bit scary.

She nodded twice this time, "Yeah. Please. Now tell me."

I asked, "Okay, so answer these questions honestly. How close is Camila to you?"

She thought for barely a second and said, "She is just like a student to me. A good one."

I made the question even more clear, "Is she closer than the other girls to you?"

She thought for a little longer and then answered, "Yeah, um... I could say she is closer than the others."

I took a deep breath.

Fuck! This question could get me a slap.

I asked, "Is she closer than... me?"

Kate stared at me.

Did I do something wrong?

Don't stare at me like that.

Then she answered with a chuckle, "Sir, what kind of question is that? Of course, I share more with you than any of my students."

I concluded the series of questions, "That's my point. You're not comfortable with showing your... Mmmm..."

She said, "Say the word. It's okay."

I still managed sophistication, "...Your breasts to her."

I saw the look on her face. She was not very comfortable. We were talking about her tits.

I continued,."This is something only your husband sees, right?"

She didn't even say yes. Just nodded.

I asked, "But if you could start getting out of your comfort zone inch by inch... then you might be able to... don't scold me... earn from Camila by letting her drink your milk."

She still had no idea what I was referring to, "I still don't get it."

I gathered up every ounce of strength, and looked into her eyes, "Try to show them to me."

Her face looked like I hit her with a big boulder.

She was beginning to get angry, "How could you say something like this? I don't believe you."

I said, trying to cool her off, "Remember what I said in the beginning."

She understood that I gave her a disclaimer, but what I was asking was beyond any reason.

She said, her anger cooling down a bit, "You did... but."

I said in a calm voice, "Please don't judge me. You wanted my help with the Camila situation and this was the best test I could think of in such a short amount of time."

I put her in a circle of self doubt.

She pressed her head hard, "I am sorry, Patrick Sir, I am the one who started all this."

I said, "Kate Ma'am, no need to apologise. You got an offer and you told me. If you don't feel like doing it. No issues."

But Kate wasn't even ready to deny Camila's offer. I could see in her eyes. She wanted that money badly.

Kate said, "Actually..."

I looked at her, waiting.

Kate said again, "Actually, I think... I might try to do the test of comfort."

YEAH!

WOW!

AWESOME!

I SCREAMED THESE THREE WORDS IN MY HEAD.

I said to her like a concerned friend, "Only when you're fully ready."

She was really blaming herself, "This is not a good thing. I don't feel that way about me. I think what I am going to do is unethical. But I don't get those kind of offers everyday."

I didn't want her to feel bad, "Don't say it like that. You're the most respectable woman I have met, and now whatever you do would be between us only."

She looked around the classroom, despite knowing the fact there were no cameras.

She asked me, "Should I?"

I wanted to open her shirt all by myself but I said, "I can't even say yes. You do it when you feel right."

She looked at me like she wanted help. She looked at me like she didn't wanna do it.

But somewhere in those looks, I could sense a feeling of greed.

She thumped the table hard, "Screw it. I am gonna do it."

She unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and there came the glimpse of her collar bone.

She looked at me.

What did she want?

Did she want me to clap for her?

I tried to make her comfortable, "It's okay. You're doing good. Step by step."

But then I realised the fact that the door to our classroom was open.

I leaned closer with caution, "Should we close it?"

She shook her head, "No. If someone comes here and sees the door closed, they will suspect."

I leaned back, not understanding her plan, "Then?"

She said, scared and uncomfortable, "I might have to do it fast."

Now she didn't think much. She went with the second button and I could see the beginning of her cleavage.

She unbuttoned the remaining buttons and then the shirt hung over her shoulders. The fabric flew open like a curtain, giving me a proper view of those humongous globes she'd been hiding since I saw her. Those globes of hers were supported by a white bra, which hid half of them.

She was breathing rapidly. Her chest was falling up and down.

I didn't understand but she asked me, "Should I close it?"

No. Please. Don't.

I nodded helplessly, "Yes. Please."

She buttoned up her shirt as fast as she could.

We looked at each other. Silence.

Then she let out a laugh. A laugh of thrill.

She said, "I did it. It didn't feel that wrong."

I complimented her, "Because it's not."

She patted my shoulder, "Thank you. Today, I won't be baring my breasts before her, and If I showed her a little, maybe I would win her trust."

I held her hand in my hand, "Good luck. You're gonna earn a lot of money."

She smiled wide, "Thanks."

Then she looked at me with a sense of concern.

I asked, "What? Is something wrong?"

She said, just checking, "You didn't feel a thing right when you saw my..."

I loved every part of it.

I lied, "No. It was all professional. I was just helping you out."