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mirroring hers perfectly.
“Anything,” she’d repeat. Then she’d unzip her top the rest of the way and let it drop to the floor, revealing a set of perfectly tanned and perfectly shaped breasts for my eyes and my eyes alone to feast upon.
I would reach up, tentatively at first, still not quite believing this beautiful girl was giving herself freely to me, and grab each of her tits in my hands. I’d squeeze them, and I’ d pinch her lovely nipples, making her scream out in ecstasy.
Then, she’d bend down in front of me and unzip my pants, slowly sliding them down my legs. “Oh my God,” she’d say staring at my hardened dick still enshrouded within my boxers. “I’ve never seen one so big!”
Then Nikki would pull them down and stare wide-eyed at my member for a moment before taking it in her hand and slowly stroking it.
She’d do that for about a minute and I’d moan, “Take it in your mouth.”
“Professor Smithson?”
The fantasy disappeared in an instant and I was once again standing in front Nikki, still clothed, and staring at me like something was wrong.
“Professor? Is something the matter?”
I shook the remainders of the dream from my head. “I’m sorry. I got distracted for a second. What were you saying?”
She sighed, but smiled at me as she said, “Could you help me out if I fall behind?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sure. Just come anytime during my office hours.”
She looked so happy I’d said this. “Thank you!” I thought for a second she was going to bound around the desk and hug me, but instead she just bounced out of the classroom with a elated skip in her step.
As I thought back over the whole conversation, the parts I wasn’t dreaming about screwing her anyway, the whole thing was perfectly innocent on her part. The girl didn’t seem to hav e any idea what I was thinking—and it was probably better that way.
As much as I wanted the girl, I knew my fantasies were just that—fantasies. But, I had all semester, and we would see what might happen.
**********
It was only a few weeks later when she did indeed come knocking at my office door. When I looked up from the papers I was grading and saw her tiny body standing there, my heart literally tried to beat a hole in my chest. There she was, in that cheerleading uniform again. It was practically the only outfit I’d ever seen her in.
“Professor Smithson?” she asked in a meek voice. She’d barely spoken to me over the last couple of weeks, only to say “hello” or “goodbye” before and after class. She did tell me she loved my lesson on narrative writing after one class, but left before I could respond.
More than ever, I knew this girl was completely innocent. She might have been a cheerleader, but the way she carried herself didn’t lend itself to being the slutty princess, as was stereotypical of most of these girls. I had my doubts about whether the girl had ever even been kissed before. The thoughts of her innocence made me want her even more.
My dick literally jumped at the sight of her. But I kept myself composed as I answered her. “Yes, Nicole. What can I do for you?”
She ran her hands through her reddish-brown hair nervously. “Ummm… that essay that’s due tomorrow… ummm…” She paused. Maybe this would be it. Maybe this would be my chance to exploit that innocence.
“Go ahead, Nicole.”
“Can I maybe… ummm… get an extension? We have a competition tonight and I don’t think I’m going to get to finish it.”
“Oh I’ll give you an extension all right.” It’s what I wanted to say. It’s probably what I should have said. She didn’t want to fail, and she probably would have let me do things to her to get her way. But again, this was just fantasy.
Instead, I found myself saying, “Okay. Why don’t we say on Monday, that way you’ll have the weekend to do it?” I really couldn’t say no to this girl.
She practically jumped across the office and this time
“Anything,” she’d repeat. Then she’d unzip her top the rest of the way and let it drop to the floor, revealing a set of perfectly tanned and perfectly shaped breasts for my eyes and my eyes alone to feast upon.
I would reach up, tentatively at first, still not quite believing this beautiful girl was giving herself freely to me, and grab each of her tits in my hands. I’d squeeze them, and I’ d pinch her lovely nipples, making her scream out in ecstasy.
Then, she’d bend down in front of me and unzip my pants, slowly sliding them down my legs. “Oh my God,” she’d say staring at my hardened dick still enshrouded within my boxers. “I’ve never seen one so big!”
Then Nikki would pull them down and stare wide-eyed at my member for a moment before taking it in her hand and slowly stroking it.
She’d do that for about a minute and I’d moan, “Take it in your mouth.”
“Professor Smithson?”
The fantasy disappeared in an instant and I was once again standing in front Nikki, still clothed, and staring at me like something was wrong.
“Professor? Is something the matter?”
I shook the remainders of the dream from my head. “I’m sorry. I got distracted for a second. What were you saying?”
She sighed, but smiled at me as she said, “Could you help me out if I fall behind?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sure. Just come anytime during my office hours.”
She looked so happy I’d said this. “Thank you!” I thought for a second she was going to bound around the desk and hug me, but instead she just bounced out of the classroom with a elated skip in her step.
As I thought back over the whole conversation, the parts I wasn’t dreaming about screwing her anyway, the whole thing was perfectly innocent on her part. The girl didn’t seem to hav e any idea what I was thinking—and it was probably better that way.
As much as I wanted the girl, I knew my fantasies were just that—fantasies. But, I had all semester, and we would see what might happen.
**********
It was only a few weeks later when she did indeed come knocking at my office door. When I looked up from the papers I was grading and saw her tiny body standing there, my heart literally tried to beat a hole in my chest. There she was, in that cheerleading uniform again. It was practically the only outfit I’d ever seen her in.
“Professor Smithson?” she asked in a meek voice. She’d barely spoken to me over the last couple of weeks, only to say “hello” or “goodbye” before and after class. She did tell me she loved my lesson on narrative writing after one class, but left before I could respond.
More than ever, I knew this girl was completely innocent. She might have been a cheerleader, but the way she carried herself didn’t lend itself to being the slutty princess, as was stereotypical of most of these girls. I had my doubts about whether the girl had ever even been kissed before. The thoughts of her innocence made me want her even more.
My dick literally jumped at the sight of her. But I kept myself composed as I answered her. “Yes, Nicole. What can I do for you?”
She ran her hands through her reddish-brown hair nervously. “Ummm… that essay that’s due tomorrow… ummm…” She paused. Maybe this would be it. Maybe this would be my chance to exploit that innocence.
“Go ahead, Nicole.”
“Can I maybe… ummm… get an extension? We have a competition tonight and I don’t think I’m going to get to finish it.”
“Oh I’ll give you an extension all right.” It’s what I wanted to say. It’s probably what I should have said. She didn’t want to fail, and she probably would have let me do things to her to get her way. But again, this was just fantasy.
Instead, I found myself saying, “Okay. Why don’t we say on Monday, that way you’ll have the weekend to do it?” I really couldn’t say no to this girl.
She practically jumped across the office and this time
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