Chapter 2

When I reach my office and open the unlocked door, I’m both horrified and awestruck by what I’m seeing. Kate is sitting on a chair, except she’s not really sitting on it, with her knees on the cushion and she’s facing the window to the campus, while in the prone position with her long hair draped across her back. She’s reading a textbook with sticky notes marking the chapters, which means it’s from my desk.

Even worse (or perhaps, even better) her skirt is hiked and her white panties are down around her thighs, exposing her butt cheeks. At least she’s wearing her panties somewhere on her body. During class, her panties are in her pocket.

I close the door. Locking it, of course. Kate’s here which means privacy is demanded.

“Find something you like?” I ask.

“A book on symbolism.”

So the girl is reading the lectures for the coming weeks. And she’s still reading, not bothering to cover her bare butt, not bothering to look at me. I’ve been an educator long enough to know when a student is pretending to read and this is genuine. She’s actually reading the text. Kate has an inquisitive mind and a curious heart. That’s what I love about her. And that’s what she loves about me.

“That’s a good book. It’s our lesson in a few weeks.”

“Well then I’m excited.”

At last, Kate closes the textbook and stands, pulling her panties up. She blushes and her face looks even more innocent and youthful. She holds my textbook in her hands, pressing it against her chest like a schoolgirl on the way to class. When she stands in front of me, I tuck her hair behind her ears to see all of her face.

“What brings you to my office?” I ask.

I already know the answer to that. At this point, there’s only one reason she comes here.

“Nothing. I mean, I just wanted to bother you.”

“Try and think in a more positive light. Show me what you’ve been looking at.”

Kate opens the textbook and tries to find the passage she had just been reading. She finds it and shows me. As expected, it’s an artwork with nudity, which always captivates her interests. It’s a painting of breast bondage, something she’s confessed that turns her on a great deal. The girl’s mind is intriguing and I’m guilty of pushing her boundaries further than any teacher should.

I should stop doing this, but I can’t help myself. Not when her panties come off so easily for me. I tap my finger on the image she’d been looking at.

“That’s a scene from the Book of Maccabees.”

“Interesting. I’ve never heard of that.”

“Very few have. We’ll be discussing it in class in a few weeks. My question is, why are you looking at it? Why are you so fixated on this chapter?”

Kate is correct. She always is. My biggest mistake in this perverted relationship is that I’m constantly misjudging her, taking her innocent appearance at face value. And she is an innocent young woman. Her only crime is being overly-curious, which ironically is my job to handle. It’s my job to satiate her intellectual needs.

“The lesson plan is about how female sexuality has been used against women. It’s been the case throughout history, from the Book of Maccabees to the martyrdom of St. Agatha, to the Jewish chronicles of Sefer Josippon. There are countless examples, but the common thread is that women’s breasts have been mauled.”

“Disgusting, but that’s why it’s so important to learn about it.”

“And these illustrations?” she asks. “Do they ever excite you? I mean, the breasts. The bondage. The stunning historical artwork. Are you ever alone in your office, or at home, and then you feel something while creating a lesson plan? Something tingling between the legs.”

“You’ll be the end of me.”

Kate blushes. “I’m sorry.”

We stand in silence for a long moment and Kate allows me to stare into her eyes. Her eyes are like a puppy’s, expressing a deep and powerful longing for love and a desire to be accepted. I consider myself to be a great judge of character and I know she’s a sweet girl with a good heart. Everyone has sexual longings and hers is just a little bit more.

“Do you want a demonstration?” I ask.

“What did you have in mind?”

My eyes travel up and down her body. “Take your clothes off.”

As if to dismiss her obedience, I turn around and walk to my desk, outwardly ignoring her. Deep down, it’s torture as I listen to her undress. All I want to do is stand and stare at Kate removing her clothes but the act would diminish my stature as someone twice her age and an educator. And my academic stature is everything to me. I’ve worked too hard for it.

There are large rubber bands in my desk drawer and I grab some. I listen to her clothes being tossed on a chair and I feel a sense of guilt.

When I look at her, she’s halfway naked and I’m seeing her from the side angle. A white girl with fair skin. There’s nothing sexy about the way she’s undressing. It’s clinical, like she’s in a doctor’s appointment. That turns me on more than anything, that she’s doing this because I asked her to.

Kate even removes her socks and steps barefoot on the carpet. Then she faces me with nervous hands that tremble and pink nipples which are fully erect and a neatly trimmed brown bush. Her body had only recently developed and she is blessed in that department. She’s never been naked for an adult woman before, I can tell by the curling of her lower lip and the petrified look in her eyes. But I swear I can smell the aroma between her legs.

“Here’s a private lesson for you. I’m going to bind your breasts with these rubber bands, okay?”

She nods. “Where do you want me?”

“Have a seat on top of my desk.”

I’m sure it’s the first time that bare feet have ever walked across the carpet floor of my office, most likely the first time there’s ever been a naked student. I’ve had this office for a long time and there’s history which now includes Kate’s obedience. She sits on my desk and her butt cheeks press against the surface.

Her nipples are inviting and the pinkest I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. As much as I want to admire them, I have other things planned, stretching a rubber band apart, hoping Kate would blink and grab her clothes and leave. Instead the girl sits there with wondrous eyes and waits for this to happen.

So I let it happen, wrapping the thick rubber band around one of her breasts. I release the band as gently as possible, not wanting to hurt her. Not wanting to let such a delicate girl feel pain. But that’s impossible. The tightness of the band stings her and squeezes her breast in a round shape, causing her pink nipple to protrude.

Maybe, just maybe, this will scare Kate away from me.

The same thing happens with the other breast and Kate’s breasts form an unnatural shape in this bondage. Her breasts are becoming more red by second and her nipples are more erect and darken. She breathes heavier from the pain and arousal.

“Why aren’t you storming out of here?”

“It would be wise. Look at your tits. They’re swollen. Your nipples are engorged.”

Kate looks down at her chest. “They hurt, but at the same time I feel something that’s impossible to describe. I’m assuming you’ve done this before, so you understand.”

“I’ve never done this with anyone.”

“You’re the first girl that’s ever been naked in front of me.”

Her eyes widen. “Go further if you want.”

My eyes focus on her darkening nipples and I pull them and slap her breasts which makes her squirm with a bit of pain. I never thought I’d be hurting anyone like this, much less my naked student, but here we are. I’m doing it because it’s exciting, and because I can smell her aroma now. The white girl is a hot mess.

I bend down and suck her nipple, which makes her moan, and with my free hand I reach below and touch between her legs. Wet, as expected. It’s my first time sucking a nipple and touching a cunt. I’m glad Kate’s my first experience and I’m certain it’s Kate’s first experience being touched this way.

My two fingers slip inside, the student is warm and drenched.

When she reaches down to touch between my legs, I slap her hand, swatting her away to reject her advance.

“Because it’s not appropriate.”

Her eyes convey disappointment, but my fingers are still inside of her and I tend to her g-spot after taking a few moments to find it. The look of disappointment in her eyes vanishes, replaced by euphoria and her eyes roll back. It’s like looking at a girl possessed. Her eyelids flutter and I keep fingering her cunt and then I suck on her nipples.

She cums in my hand and I listen to the music of her orgasm.

Kate’s Panties Slide Off

Before going to class I stop by the professor’s office. I see her. She’s down the hall speaking with another teacher about something. I don’t want to wait for her, but come to think of it, I’m glad she’s preoccupied because it gives me a moment of privacy.

I enter Professor Behzadi’s office and I’m strictly business. The door is open and students are going to-and-from classes at the peak hour of campus. No one’s looking inside this office. Why would they? It’s just me in here.

When I stand beside the professor’s desk I reach beneath my skirt and pull my white panties off. I place my panties flat on her desk, right in the center of her workspace, and press them smooth with the palms of my hands. A perfect gift for my favorite teacher. I smile from looking at it. How I wish I could see her reaction to this.

Afterward I go to the class which Professor Behzadi teaches. I’m early. My friends are there and we talk about small topics, but all I think about are my white cotton panties on the teacher’s desk. I wonder if she’s seen them yet.

When she arrives, I can tell by the look on her face that she saw my gift. She prefers coming to class with a straight face, like a show of force, but today her aura is lighter. She also doesn’t glance in my direction. It would make her blush if she did. My panties are on her mind. I wonder where she put them. Probably in her desk drawer where it’s safe. But I wouldn’t be shocked if they’re in her pocket. Did she smell them? She should have. They’re freshly worn.

The lecture hall is almost full. Close to 75 people today. I’m sitting in the 5th row alongside my friends and I have the aisle seat. It’s my favorite spot because I can give the professor a view. I only do this with her. None of my friends know. I never discuss sex with them, only with Professor Behzadi.

Halfway through the class I’m unable to control myself. I spread my legs. To other students in the lecture hall, it’s a benign act of getting comfortable. But not to Professor Behzadi, who can see what’s between my legs. This is like my bat signal to get her attention. Instead of calling on her to fight crime, my signal is about horniness. As always, she looks in my direction. She’s joked before that it’s a sixth sense of hers.