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"Miss Summers!" 

I snapped out of my daydream to Dr. Moore standing over me and the rest of the class giggling. I blushed and hoped that Dr. Moore didn't know I had been thinking of him, again. 

"Miss Summers, I just asked the class what major event started WWII. Would you like to enlighten us?" Dr. Morrell asked.

"Germany invaded Poland," I answered quickly. 

He nodded and walked away droning on about the aftermath of that event. I wasn't interested. The only thing I was interested in was watching him. That's the only reason I had taken a history class in college when Psychology was my major. I had seen him on campus and knew that I would take one of his classes, just to have the opportunity to stare at him. I know nothing would ever happen between him and me, but, hey, a girl can dream! Class was over and everyone was packing up to leave when I happened to look over at Dr. Moore and saw that he was staring at me with a peculiar look in his eyes. I quickly turned back to putting my notebook in my bag and left the classroom. I wonder what that look meant. Probably he was just staring off into space. At least that's what I told myself. 

The next day I ran into him on campus while I was walking to get lunch. 

"Hello, Alex." 

"Hello, Dr. Moore. How are you?" I replied. 

He said, with that same peculiar look in his eyes, "I'm doing great. And, please, call me Richard." 

Well that's odd, I thought. "Umm, okay." 

"Where are you headed?" he asked.

"I'm off to meet some friends for lunch." I said, looking everywhere but at him.

"Oh, like a boyfriend?" He had an odd smile on his face.

"No, I don't have one, just a few of my girlfriends." I said shyly.

"Well what's a pretty girl like you doing without a boyfriend?" He asked staring pointedly at me. 

Now I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I just don't have one, never have actually." Why was I telling him this? 

"Really? That's a shame. See you in class tomorrow, Alex." He winked and he walked off. 

I was thinking of that conversation all through lunch and the next day. I was thinking about it when I walked into history class the next day. I was the first one there, so I sat down and pulled out my psychology textbook and started to read. Dr. Moore, Richard, walked into class and my pulse started racing. I can't believe it! I'm nervous! It's just history class, I reminded myself. He saw that I was the only one in class so far and started walking towards me until a few other students came into class and he seemed to think twice about it and went to his desk. Weird, I thought. Oh, well. Class droned on for an hour and at the end of class as everyone was leaving and I was packing up my stuff he came up to me and said that he needed to see me in his office.

"Now?" I asked. 

"No, you can make an appointment, but I would like it to be sometime today." And with that he packed his things and left the classroom. I made an appointment with his secretary for five that evening, wondering the entire time what he could need to talk to me about? 

I arrived at his office at 4:55 and he was on the phone. He motioned for me to sit and finished his conversation. He then turned to me and just stared at me for what seemed like hours but was probably only thirty seconds. 

Finally he spoke, "Why would a Psychology major take a history class? This university doesn't have general education requirements. And I can tell that you aren't very interested in the subject. So, why?"

I squirmed in my seat a little trying to think of an appropriate answer, and that surely wasn't "because you are super hot and taking this class is the only way I can be close enough to you". But that's exactly what came out of my mouth. I sat back in the chair horrified at what had come out of my mouth. He was shocked for a millisecond, but then a slow smile spread across his face (and what a sexy smile it was). That smile made me very nervous and I started to pick up my bag and get up but his voice stopped me. 

"Alex. You don't have to be embarrassed. I have taught here long enough to know that students think I'm 'super hot', as you so eloquently put it. I've just never had one come out and actually say

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