Private Lessons

"Same time tomorrow?" her dream man whispered.

"Yes," she said to the empty room. "Definitely yes."

**

"I'm glad you showed up," Professor Johnson said, smiling at Adrienne who stood half hidden in the doorway. He glanced appreciatively at her skimpy outfit.

Not wanting to show up any less sexy than the day before, Adrienne had decided on a dark red plaid skirt that stopped slightly above the knees, and a tight sheer white blouse which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was low cut, scoop necked, allowing the tops of her breasts to make appearances in her half-cupped white lace bra. A thick black belt held the outfit together. She had done her hair in pigtails, sort of a schoolgirl statement, and it excited her to now be thinking such dirty thoughts about a teacher in this costume. She took the tip of a pigtail now, and twirled it in her fingers.

"Well, yesterday helped me so much, and I really do need the help," she trailed off, looking up at his smiling face.

He walked over to the doorway, ushering her inside and closing the door behind him. She wondered if he would put the blinds down, giving them more privacy, but he didn't. Instead, he turned away from the door and walked over to the chairs, picking one up and swinging it to face the other, and patted the seat.

"Why don't you sit down?" he asked.

Adrienne crossed the room to the chairs, and sat down in the one he offered. He sat down across from her, so close their knees were almost touching. She could feel the fabric of his slacks rubbing against her bare legs, and it sent shivers racing up her spine.

"Shall we begin?" he asked her.

"I don't know what we ought to cover," she said. "I seriously just don't get any of it."

"What do you think the hardest thing about this class is, for you?"

"Well…" she started. She wondered what he would say if she told him that all she could think about during his lectures was him, the teacher. "I guess trying to recognize which word is what, if you know what I mean. Like in the last test."

"Why don't we pull out that test and take a look at it, huh?" He stood up, and Adrienne felt herself let go of the great breath of air she had swallowed when his pants had brushed against her legs.

Adrienne wondered what that fabric would feel like brushing against her inner thigh. Or her breast.

On impulse, she reached out and touched the pants with her hand as he walked by her.

She was mortified! Had she actually done that? Did he notice? My, but it had felt nice.

She twisted around to see what he was doing. Professor Johnson was just rummaging through his filing cabinet again, seemingly oblivious to the faux-paux that had just occurred between his student and his pants leg. He began to turn around and she looked straight forward again, squeezing her hands in her lap. She didn't want him to know about the tension that was building inside of her and gnawing at her insides.

The teacher took his seat again, and handed her a copy of the test.

"Do you understand question one?" he asked her.

"I don't have to foggiest idea, sir," she said, blushing.

"Well," he began, "Let's start at the beginning then…"

His words filled the small office, but just like the day before Adrienne found that she was only fascinated by the man, and not the content of the words coming out of his mouth. To her ears, his rich, deep voice was proclaiming that he lusted after her. Her imaginary Adam Johnson was admiring her legs, talking about her lacy bra, and saying that she ought to bend over the desk while he –

Her thoughts were interrupted.

"You okay?" Professor Johnson repeated.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, sir. I didn't get much sleep last night," Adrienne shook her head quickly, seeing the picture in her head dissolve like a puff of smoke whisking its way into the sky. "Please go on."

Professor Johnson lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair away from Adrienne's face. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment for a split second before she clamped it shut again. Her lips moved as though to say something, but no words came out, only empty air. Where he had touched her face in an almost fatherly manner, the skin was aflame, as though his fingers had been made of fire and wiped their heat on to her skin. Her loins grew hot as well, and she found herself involuntarily shifting on the cold seat. But Professor Johnson seemed to be paying no mind, looking instead back to the test, and saying something about pronouns.

For the duration of the lesson Adrienne's heart raced. Her mind wished for another hair to fall out of place, perhaps instigating a replay of that gentle touch. But, alas, four forty-five rolled around in too short a time, and Professor Johnson got out of his seat to grab his bag.

"Well, thank you very much for your time, professor," Adrienne said smoothly. "You've helped me immensely."

"As always, the pleasure has been mine, Adrienne," he said, using her name for the second time. It sounded like dark chocolate rolling from that tongue. "I hope I'll be seeing, uhm, more of you tomorrow."

Was she imagining it or had he glanced at her chest when he said that? She couldn't tell, but the butterflies were back fluttering away madly at her insides.

"Of course," she said, smiling at him before leaving the room and walking down the hall towards the elevator. Her eyes moved downwards to look at the breasts poking through the fabric. How was she going to manage this one?

**

"Of course," mused Carly, nibbling at her fingernail and looking towards the ceiling, "You could always go in topless."

"God, Carly, be serious!" Adrienne laughed out loud before dropping her head into her arms, which lay folded on the table.

They were back in the bar, unusual for most students late in the afternoon on a weekday, but pretty standard for Adrienne's bouncy friend.

"Okay, so he touched your face. Time to get him to move a few feet down! Maybe it's time for you to make your big move. Grab his dick, that turns guys on."

All Adrienne could do was groan in to the table, shaking her head back and forth in a very unconvincing argument.

"I'm not going to do that," mumbled Adrienne to the table.

She sat up again, throwing her weight against the back of the booth.

"Do you think he was coming on to me, or was it just a…well, like, a paternal thing?" Adrienne looked at the bar longingly. She wanted a drink, school night or not…

"Well I don't know, girl. All I know is that you know how to get a man, so why should this one be any different?"

"I can't believe this," Adrienne sighed. "I mean, I know that I set out to seduce him…that's what I was thinking…but I don't think I ever thought that it might work."

"Take it to the next level, honey, I say you make a move."

Carly spotted a couple friends and waved frantically at them.

"Hold on, Adrienne. I'm gonna go say hi," Carly scooted out of her seat and ran over to the other girls, squealing and jumping up and down as usual.

Adrienne thought about what Carly had advised. Adrienne really wanted to make a move on Professor Johnson, but she wasn't sure. What if he rejected her? Would she be able to handle the rejection? What if he got angry? Could she be kicked out of school for coming on to a teacher?

Carly flew back in to her seat and drummed her hands on the table.

"So, what do you think?" Carly said.

"Can they kick me out of school for this?" Adrienne muttered.

"Girl, word gets out that you're coming on to teachers, I'll bet you never have a problem getting in to a class again…as long as the teacher is male, anyways."

Adrienne had to smile.

"I'm serious, though, Carly. I mean, what if I come on to him, and he doesn't respond at all? Or what if he tells me to get the hell out? I don't know if I could handle that."

"Has anyone ever told you no?" Carly laughed. "I can't see it happening in this lifetime, anyway!"

"There've been guys who said no…"

"Name one."

Adrienne's jaw moved up and down as her lips searched for names. She couldn't find any.

"Alright, then, what should I do?" She asked. "What can I do, without showing up topless, that can top the white blouse I wore today?"

"Maybe we should go shopping!!!" Carly's hands began beating on the table again in excitement. "We could go to the mall, check out some of the stores, I'll bet they have something that will absolutely boil his blood!!"

"After the last couple outfits I'm afraid I'll have to show up in my underwear to get more attention…and I think I'm developing a reputation among the guys in my classes." Adrienne didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, and she noted so to Carly.

"Well, it's true, isn't it? And, I mean, how bad of a reputation could it be? All you're doing is giving them woodies during History classes. What else would they be paying attention to?"

"Alright, let's go to the mall."

Adrienne pushed herself out of her seat, giving one last glance to the bar, and headed for the door. Carly rushed over to her other friends to say some quick goodbyes, and skipped back over to Adrienne. The two left with linked elbows, marching towards the bus station with determination in their step.

**

Adrienne pushed the door open with confidence and walked briskly in to the office.

Professor Johnson sat at his desk. When the door swung open he looked up, startled. Adrienne smiled at him, lowering her eyes shyly and batting her lashes at him.

The teacher crossed his hands in front of him and gave her a burning hot look that she could feel boring into her core. The familiar ache in her pussy appeared at once, and she tried to keep her breath steady as she casually strode over to the desk and sat on the edge.

"I'm ready for my lesson, sir," she said, dangling her legs.

She had found the perfect outfit yesterday with Carly. She had decided that it was time to take the upper hand with the professor, and had dressed for her role. She wore leather pants that molded to her legs and ass like a second skin, and a scarlet red baby-t shirt, low cut with tiny strings for sleeves. No bra today, her nipples could be seen, erect, through the thin fabric. It was short and left her midriff and naval exposed. She had topped the outfit off with leather boots that tied up the fronts. She reached up and brushed the hair out of her face, stretching her long body as she did so, her hand nearly touching the teacher's chest.

Professor Johnson grinned at her like a Cheshire cat. His eyes didn't give away what he was thinking, but she thought that maybe there was some lust in there. They held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity before he said:

"Shall we get on with your lesson, then, my dear?"

Adrienne melted at the sound of that voice.

"Yes sir," she whispered throatily.

This time he stayed behind his desk during the entire hour. Maybe to hide an erection? Thought Adrienne. It pleased her, anyways.

At the end of the session he got up and reached out his hand to shake hers. She could feel his hand devouring her smaller one, the soft palms rubbing together. His fingers brushed over hers in an almost intimate way. He lifted his other hand to her arm and caressed it softly, running a fingertip from her bicep to her forearm, hesitating slightly at the inner elbow.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," he said. "I think that you're improving beautifully."

Adrienne seemed to float through the next days, impatiently watching clocks for four o'clock to come around, then practically running to the teacher's office. The weekend was the worst; Adrienne took about six baths and masturbated each time to relieve the sexual tension from her body. It was back, however, as soon as she saw him in class again on Monday. During the week before finals, things became almost unbearable for her inside his office. Professor Johnson seemed to be teasing her with his words and his looks, his brief caresses. His hands became more daring, and Adrienne invited it with gusto, parting her lips and stifling moans each time his fingers touched her flesh. At the end of the session Friday, before they parted again for another long weekend, Professor Johnson ran his hand through Adrienne's loose hair, touching her head and running the hand down her neck all the way to the small of her back. He leaned in close to her face, until their noses were almost touching. Adrienne's lips felt swollen with the desire to kiss him, but instead she did nothing, only standing there as his green eyes dug in to her golden brown ones.

"I'll see you at the test on Monday," he said softly.

She stood still as he released her from his embrace and took a step back from her. He was still smiling, casually, and began to put his things in to his bag. Adrienne grabbed her backpack and swung it over one shoulder.

"Thank you, sir. I can't wait to see you again." She practically ran out of the building, not stopping until she was on the street again. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, seeming to want to escape from the ribcage and tear right through her.

She turned towards home and began walking steadily, pictures of Professor Johnson in her head swirling around in circles. His lips, his eyes, his hands, his body. She wanted him so badly!

She skipped like a schoolgirl most of the way home, happy to be alive, happy to have the images of her teacher in her mind.

** Only five more minutes until class was out. Adrienne chewed on her pencil, practically gnawing at the wood, hoping for some inspiration to come and rescue her from what looked like another F. None came.

"Alright, class," Professor Johnson said, pacing down the aisle. "Time's up. I hope you all did well, and have a great spring break. Leave your tests on my desk in front, and good luck on your other finals."

Students began to shuffle about, scooting out their chairs and lifting up their bags, headed for the door.

Adrienne stayed in her seat, searching the page for any hints of how to pull another answer out before turning it in. She glanced up, surprised to find that she and the teacher were alone in the room. He sat on a desk a few rows in front of her seat, arms crossed, looking at her with an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

"You do okay, Adrienne?"

Adrienne felt her pulse quicken as it always did when he used her name.

"I think I may have failed," she muttered, giving the paper one last look before scooting her own chair away from the desk and getting to her feet. "Oh well, maybe journalism isn't for me. Maybe I should study something easier, like physics."

Professor Johnson chuckled.

"I'll bet you've surprised yourself," he said. "You probably got the best grade in the class."

"Do you grade the finals on a curve?" she asked, smiling.

"Just you wait," he said. "I'm sure you did just fine."

"Don't you have another class to go to?" Adrienne asked, looking at the clock.

"Not today," he said. "Those students got 50 page papers to turn in instead of a test."

"Lucky them," she muttered.

"You want to come up to my office? We could…talk about the test."

Adrienne looked at him. His face was unusually intense, his eyes probing in to hers, almost begging her to come.

She nodded. "I don't have anywhere else to be."

"Excellent!" Professor Johnson seemed happy, almost even relieved at hearing that answer.

The two walked to his office together, chitchatting about their weekends.

"Honestly, sir, I wasted most of my time sitting around not doing much. I know I should have been studying, but I just couldn't concentrate." She hung her head, a bit ashamed, after all the help he'd given her.

"Oh, really," Professor Johnson mused. "I'm sorry to hear that. But, studying doesn't always help as much as people seem to think it does. As long as you knew the material, it shouldn't have been a problem."

Adrienne felt ashamed. She shouldn't have told him that.

"Of course, now that the final is over," he continued, "You don't really have to worry about it anymore, do you? At least not until grades are posted."

She nodded in agreement.

"I just wish I felt more confident about my grade."

They had reached his office. He unlocked the door and held it open for her.

"Ladies first," he invited, waving his arm.

She led the way, walking in to the room and taking a seat on a chair. He walked over, standing a few feet in front of her. He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk.

"I'm sure glad that the class is over," sighed Adrienne. "I don't know if I could have handled any more of that."

"I hate teaching grammar," Professor Johnson admitted. "I dread winter term, because that always means I'll be teaching it. For some reason, the students keep signing up for my class."

"You know," admitted Adrienne, "all the girls in the class really think you're sexy."
"Really?" he raised his eyebrows, looking speculatively at her.

She shifted uneasily in her seat.

"Yeah, they do." Her face was slowly turning red. "All of them."

"Do you?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, I think you're probably the most handsome man I've ever seen in my entire life."

His face twitched, his eyes darted across her body. She shifted again, wondering what he must think of her for admitting such a thing. Slowly he stood up, and took a couple steps closer to her, leaning against the wall.

"Not all those girls are half bad, either," he said teasingly.

Adrienne gave him a half smile, not sure whether she liked that statement or not.

"Well not all the teachers here are that bad-looking either," she joked.

He laughed and took a couple more steps closer.

"Who else do the girls talk about?" he asked, scratching his chin.

"Well, Mr. Pope, for one," she said, "But I think he's a bit too old for me."

Professor Johnson laughed, taking a few more steps towards her. Adrienne looked up and was startled, for he was only inches from her now. He stood right in front of her as she sat in the chair; his crotch was just below her face. She could see a bulge there, should she dare to hope that it was sign of his arousal?

He reached down and touched her hair lightly. She closed her eyes as he caressed it, rubbing it between his fingers. She heard his breathing, deep, heavy, matching her own. She sighed as he took away his hand. Adrienne looked up in to his eyes.

Adrienne placed her hand lightly on his hip, settling softly and rubbing her thumb in small circular motions, causing friction between the cloth and his skin. Shaking, her hand moved down slowly. He didn't protest as her hand moved towards the crotch, which she took as a sign to go ahead.

Adrienne was quivering, unsure of herself and how she should proceed. Her hands stopped in front of the bulge, and slowly felt their way through the fabric until she had him in her hand, through the slacks. Adrienne began massaging it through his pants, caressing the shaft of his erect cock while rubbing the underside of his crotch with her other hand. She leaned forward and nipped playfully at the pants concealing it, rubbing her face on his thigh.

He moaned, and reached down to fumble with the fly. His zipper came down and he was exposed to her for the first time. Adrienne smiled, she felt like she had been waiting for this moment forever. She moved her lips to his cock, kissing the large head. She started kissing it softly, rubbing her lips along the foreskin and down the staff, nuzzling his testicles with her nose. Her hot mouth moved back up to the head again, and her lips parted, and she sucked it inside her mouth.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she noted that the windows were all open, and the window in the door was not covered. What if someone walked by? She felt herself getting hot at the thought.

Adrienne's tongue teased his cock, probing the tip with her tongue, nipping lightly at the very end. She continued this until she heard his moans growing louder. He thrust his hips towards her face and she took his whole cock in his mouth. Her tongue ran along the underside, lapping at the skin, sucking him hard in to the back of her throat.