Chapter 2

Professor McGrath lifted an eyebrow and pursed her lips. “So, breasts and nudity are nothing shocking to you.”

“Nope,” Lana gulped.

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. I like open mindedness. And from what I can see, you have a great body.”

The teacher’s eyes did a brief once-over on Lana’s neatly crafted appearance, which almost felt like x-ray vision. The teacher’s moment of weakness and eye gazing had the surprising effect of making Lana moist.

“Maybe we should discuss figures now,” Lana said, slightly suggestive. “I can swing by your office before criminal law each Wednesday to see if you need any assistance. And I can do the same, before or after my classes throughout the week, if you’re still in your office. In exchange, we can work out a suitable fee for my efforts.”

“Now that’s thinking like a lawyer. And I agree with your proposal.”

Lana took a glance at the chest she’d be working with. “What now?”

“Now, you keep your eyes back on the paper and we’ll finish up our discussion on essay writing.”

Criminal law was held on 9 am, each Wednesday. Lana arrived at 8:15 knowing that the professor was always there early preparing for class. Deep down, Lana hoped that those breasts were filled with milk and were in urgent need of care, despite the fact that their roles weren’t exactly defined yet.

Anything could happen, and Lana was eager to find out what that would entail.

She had unabashedly spent the weekend fantasizing and masturbating underneath her blanket while her new roommate was in the other room. She had spent her free time thinking of all the naughty little things she’d like to do with a woman nearly twice her own age, with far more stature in life.

It wasn’t like anyone would ever know, or anything like that would ever happen with the professor in real life…

As she suspected, Professor McGrath was in her office reviewing the casebook and her notes for class. The door was wide open.

“Good morning,” Lana said, trying to sound extra cheerful with perfect posture.

“Morning Lana. Come in. I’ve been expecting you.”

Lana smiled. “Great. That meeting last week really helped. I’ve been working on a few practice exams and I can really see the difference.”

She stepped into the office, then suddenly the professor held out a hand to stop her.

“Actually,” the teacher said. “Close the door first. I don’t want us to be bothered.”

Lana closed the door; a simple, everyday act which somehow made her pussy tingle with excitement. When she turned to go sit down, she saw that the professor had now stood up.

On this particular day, Professor McGrath was dressed in the same attire she typically wore; a long office skirt, a blazer, and a buttoned up blouse. This time, however, the top two buttons of the teacher’s blouse were left undone, which bared the top of her chest. A fashion flub like this seemed incredibly unlike her, since she was so well mannered and particular about her appearance.

“I was thinking about your offer,” Professor McGrath said as they nearly stood face to face. “I’d like to take you up on it. But I still have some concerns.”

“What kind of concerns?”

“I could be ruined if anyone ever found out. Not just my teaching career, but everything. You have to understand that.”

Stirring words. Lana thought the ‘job’ would be simple, menial tasks, like bringing paper towels, washing things, or anything of that nature. But the professor clearly had other things in mind for those milky breasts of hers. If it was enough for her to lose her job over, then surely it must be something more taboo than your average cleaning duty. That notion made Lana giddy inside.

Lana gulped. “What did you have in mind?”

“It depends. What are your comfort levels?”

Lana resisted the temptation gesturing to the teacher’s breasts and crotch with her eyes; a subtle way of showing that she was comfortable with virtually anything attached to the teacher’s body.

“I’m flexible. As a former babysitter in high school, I’ve had numerous tasks, ranging from running errands, to…”

Professor McGrath cut the student off. “Have you ever cleaned breasts directly?”

Would it really come to that? The question nearly made Lana’s heart freeze.

“No,” she replied in a squeaky voice.

“Then obviously you’ve never nursed from a lactating breast before.”

Was that really what the teacher wanted? If so, Lana felt a shortness of breath and wondered to herself if she could actually do it. And the answer was, of course she could. The thought had never occurred to her before, that a mature, sophisticated woman would ever want such a thing. Lana had always appreciated the size and shape of a lactating nipple, but she had never imagined taking one into her mouth. Most of all, she had never considered tasting that sweet nectar known as breast milk.

“I haven’t,” Lana said, then censoring herself before she could say more.

Lana took a deep breath. “But, I’d be willing to try it. Assuming, that’s what you want me to do.”

“Why not? It’s perfectly clean and healthy. Having you nurse from me before class would be a welcomed relief, instead of having to scramble at the last minute to relieve myself in the bathroom. It’s more professional this way, I think.”

Lana nodded, trying to hide her eagerness. “I think I agree, too.”

“There are still some hurdles though.”

“Secrecy. How do I know you won’t gossip to your friends? Before long, everyone will find out.”

Lana shook her head. “No way. Never. I’d be just as ruined as you. My parents are very strict and they’re paying for me to attend this school.”

“Still, I need more assurances.”

That last word was accentuated by the professor in a way that sounded a bit suggestive. Lana could play that game too.

“I can provide you all the assurances you need,” Lana replied with her own, less sexy form of innuendo.

Professor McGrath crossed her arms and thought for a moment. Or maybe she was pretending to think and already had this whole thing figured out. She looked over the student from head to toe, not bothering to hide the fact that her gazing was so obvious.

“If you’re going to have a view of my breasts, I’d need a view of yours first,” the professor said. “Why don’t you get naked now.”

Lana’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “What? Here? Now?”

“Yes. You’ll see my breasts and have my nipples. It’s only fair that I have something equal in return. I feel more assured that way, since both of us will have incriminating knowledge of the other, so to speak.”

“Ummm…. will anyone see us?”

“Stand by the wall,” the professor pointed. “That way, no one looking through the small window on my door will see this happening. I’ll also put up a sign that’ll say I’m busy. Get to it.”

Professor McGrath had a no-nonsense approach to all this and immediately looked for a sign on a table. She grabbed it and was about to place it on the outside door handle.

“Well?” the teacher asked.

Lana nervously began to undo her clothes and the professor swiftly opened the office door and hung a sign on the knob which said not to disturb, then shut the door.

Piece by piece, the student’s clothing came off. Lana wondered if this was all a wet dream she was having, but the more she undressed, the more she’d feel cool air against her skin, letting her know that this was reality.

All the while, Professor McGrath was turned away as she prepared to be nursed in her office. She prepared some paper towels and gathered her things for class later.

Finally, Lana was down to her bra, panties, shoes and socks. Her arms were crossed and the professor looked when the undressing noises stopped.

“Lana, I said to get naked,” the teacher said in her teacherly voice. “That means everything. Including your shoes and socks.”

As Lana reached back to unclasp her bra, she couldn’t help but realize how their relationship had evolved so weirdly. For the past few months, everything was strictly academic. The week prior, it felt as though they were becoming friends. Now, what was this? A teacher/student relationship? A work relationship? Or was it something far more sexual? Maybe it was all of the above.

It felt like a bizarre combination as Lana had removed everything, standing there with her body exposed. Breasts which looked like firmly shaped round globes, with light brown nipples. Shapely hips too. The girl had curves in all the right places. Obviously she hadn’t expected to be naked for this meeting, so her pubic hairs had formed a slightly messy bush (which was fairly common back then in the 90’s).

Then off came the shoes and socks, so Lana stood barefoot on the cold surface of the floor.

Professor McGrath finished up and took a good look at her naked student.

“I’m impressed,” the teacher nodded. “Far better than I expected.”

Lana tensed. “What now?”

The professor let her mind wander. “Sit on that table behind you. Knees up, feet on the edge of the table. I want to see you play with yourself. Masturbate for me.”

“Huh?” Lana instinctively clenched her legs together, almost crossing them as she stood.

“Seeing you that way will get my nipples hard. And if my nipples are hard, milk will flow faster and we’ll be done sooner.”

Was that statement actually true? Lana wondered. She noticed subtle shifts in the professor’s facial expressions. Was this all part of the professor’s game? Whatever it was, Lana was ready, willing, and able to play along.

“Okay. They’re your breasts and you know best.”

The deviant side of Lana was slowly coming out. Deep down, she wanted this so badly. She wanted to make herself cum. Right in front of her beautifully stern professor. She wanted to make a mess right there on the table. Most of all, she wanted to suck those nipples of the teacher and taste milk for the very first time.

But she couldn’t show it. She was far too shy to reveal this side of her. And she was extremely nervous too. She had never gone this far with a woman before, especially with an older, respectable woman. And she had never done anything so daring either, sexually speaking.

She pretended to be modest about it, so the professor wouldn’t know how aroused she was. Nerves were kicking in as she sat on the table. She lifted her knees and put her feet on the table’s edge. Lana wondered if the teacher could see the wetness inside her hole. As she prepared to touch herself, Lana saw and felt her hand trembling. That part was legitimate. It was no act. She was scared for all the right reasons. It was like losing her virginity all over again.

“Show me how you like to masturbate,” the professor said. “I want to see this. I’m curious about your self-pleasure techniques.”

Despite her intense nervousness, Lana was eager to show her technique to someone, anyone. And given the situation, she was incredibly turned on that she’d be showing her professor.

She brought two fingers together, the index and middle, and pressed against the lower mound, just above the clitoris, around the dark pubic hairs. Then she began to rub. Not in the same spot. Her pressed fingers made circular movements around the clit in a stroking, loving manner. At first, Lana kept her eyes down on herself, focusing on her pleasure. Then she looked up and saw the professor staring.