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Monica I sat at my desk watching my professor talk. The man loved to hear himself talk. I can't even imagine a person being more... well, boring. But still, if I was going to get the internship I desperately needed, I had to get an 'A' in his class. It wasn't my fault really...Ok, sure I could have studied more, but a girl has other things she needs to do, and reading paper after paper of boring psychological studies... well, it's enough to put you to sleep. I need my sleep. So... I guess I should be grateful. He looked over at me again, and his eyes dropped, naturally, to my breasts. Of course they did, I wanted his eyes to drop to my breasts, how else would I get out of taking the medieval exam he had planned? Lord! Of course I hadn't studied. Oh, don't get me wrong, I knew all the classic cases by heart, I could spit out names and dates like they were second nature. It was just that I found it all so... boring. Plus, being honest, it was more fun to get an 'A' like this than it was actually working for it. Who likes work? The seduction took more work than I had planned. Men had so many more rules to follow these days, so much more to worry about, and so many ways they could be not only disciplined, but thrown in jail. Still, you would have thought that a balding, flabby, late-middle-aged man with a wife barely able to spread her legs, would have jumped at the chance to get it on with a young, blonde, athletic (years of gymnastics) girl, who was making it so easy for him, all he basically had to do was drop his pants. Only, the poor man didn't want to "cross that line", so I applied all the same rules he taught in class. First I created an atmosphere of safety. I made sure that the top I was wearing not only showed my cleavage, but when I leaned over my desk during class, anyone standing in front of me had a clear view down my top. No bra. I flashed my most innocent school girl smile at him, and I learned a long time ago that pig tails go quite a long way. The effect on men is a bit like cat nip, you can actually see them squirm. Second, I made him seem to have the power, and reassured him that it was ok to exercise that power over me. Of course he had no power over me, but I didn't want him to know that. Acting shy and needy wasn't difficult for me, most of my life was spent in the shadow almanbahis (https://almanbahissitesi.com/) of my parents, unseen, unloved, and barely there. He ate up my shy act like chocolate on a Sunday night. Third, I gave him cause to wonder, to inquire, to dream. I stood a bit too close, I unbuttoned another button, exposing my cream colored nipple. Toward the end of class, when I was sure he was watching, I unbuttoned the bottom of my top and tied it, showing off my smooth, impossibly small waist. My low-cut cotton capris stopped barely above my pubic hair line, if I had any pubic hair, which I don't. In fact, I had, had them removed, forever, so down there, I was as smooth as a... well, you get the point. I squirmed, I turned, I made sure he saw my breast down my top. I made sure he saw me reach between my thighs and touch myself a couple of times. And now I knew I had him, I could actually, yes actually, see him sweating. So this was it, this was the moment of truth. Class was ending, students were piling out the door. But before I could go up to make sure I followed him to his office, a guy by the name of Gilliam or something, came up to me. I sat looking at my papers, acting like something was wrong, wishing Gillweed would go away. "Hey, Monica isn't it?" I didn't answer. "Yeah, it is. I know it. So, I was just wondering..." "You were wondering if Cathleen was waiting for you outside?" I asked. He paused, looked at me like there was no way I could know this, but I did. I knew a lot of things. "I mean you guys are dating right? Of course, it could be you aren't dating because I did see you and that Japanese exchange student making out by the fountain after the party last weekend. Either way, I'm really busy, and I don't like to get mixed up between two other girls. So, run along outside. I think your little girlfriend is waiting, and... Gilbert, is it?" I didn't wait for him to answer, even though his mouth dropped open ready to speak, "Sweet 'ums, I'll be honest with you, I'm in the middle of something. Ok? Good boy," I finished and stood up. His eyes ran down my body, and the look of disappointment on his face was sweet. After all, my breast was almost completely exposed, and I do have very nice breasts. I closed my top over my pale nipple. He frowned and whispered, "Slut." I walked up to my Professor, almanbahis yeni giriş (https://almanbahissitesi.com/) and I let my top open up again. I was thrilled. After all, I had never done this before. However, I simply HAD to have this internship, and if I was going to get rich off of writing books about some of the most famous crazy people in the world, well... "Umm, Sir?" I breathed. "Yes, Monica?" He replied, attempting not to look up. I pulled my books up over my chest, giving him the safety to look up, but at the same time adding to the innocent school girl look. I also leaned against his desk, pushing my hip out, and giving him clear cause to look directly at the light coming through my thighs. I read once that men really love a "gap" between a woman's legs. They find it inviting, and I had just a peek, enough to suggest the mound of pleasure waiting under my cotton panties, but not so much it seemed like the entire football team had played ball there. "I really need to ask a few questions about the upcoming exam, and I was hoping... umm, you would have just a few minutes?" "Monica, I really don't..." "I know, I know, you are really busy, and really important, I know that. After all, I read the award winning paper you wrote on viral interactions and the mind...Oh," I swooned, yes, swooned, "...and I know that someone like you," always a good thing to throw in, "really doesn't have the time to help a little co-ed with her studies, but..." "Monica, my dear," a very hopeful sign he was calling me 'dear', he continued, "first of all, my paper wasn't award winning, second of all you aren't a "co-ed", and... Oh very well, I will help you with your questions, but quickly." "I'll follow you back to your office," I offered. On the walk over to his office, I found my face flush with heat. This was all going so well. I never dreamed it would be this easy, and fun, to seduce a professor. I felt a bit like I was in a bad porno, but at the same time, just like some bad porno's I've seen, I was a more than a little turned on, and just a touch wet. I felt the creamy beginnings of wet panties. Oh it had nothing to do with the pathetic slob in front of me, it was just being... well... bad. I had always been good little Monica, and now, here I was about to do whatever it took to get this fucking internship, and I almanbahis giriş (https://almanbahissitesi.com/) didn't even have to do it. I could probably get the internship without doing anything with this loser. So there was a moment I almost turned around and walked away. My weeks and weeks of planning and preparing for this gone. But it was just a moment, then I let the smile spread, the smile that my Mom had told me seemed to spread just a bit too far. My mischief smile. His office had no windows, and it was the small office of a man who has been in the system his entire life. Beige walls, fading color prints of outdoor scenes of places he may or may not ever go, the obligatory photo of his wife and family, boxes and file cabinets, and papers, and so much stuff, it was a wonder the man didn't loose his mind. Hell, I was practically doing the old fart a favor. I'm quite positive he had never had a girl like me in his office. I know I look like a cheerleader and porn star, wrapped in an innocent shell and candy coated with sex. Hey, that's just me, and I'll be honest, I was damn happy to finally be doing something with that look. All my life I've hidden from it, danced around it, and tried to get away from it. But now that I was about to get a doctorate, fuck it, I was going to enjoy how I look. I locked the door. "Monica, what..." "Professor...Sir, we both know I can pass your exam without any questions. I also know that you are looking at my breasts right now and wishing my top would just come all the way off," his eyes jumped up to my face, but then the weight of his desire pulled them back down again. I leaned forward and said, "So, take it off." "What?" He asked. "My top. Take...it...off," I said in a whisper. He actually licked his lips. I fought back the urge to leave. He moved closer and for a moment I was afraid. I reached behind me and into my bag. He reached up and opened my top. His hands wrapped around my breasts like he was grabbing tits for the very first time. I wondered how many years it had been since he'd seen tits this large and this firm? Obviously a long time because he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around one of my nipples. I was getting far more excited by my game than I thought I ever would. "Professor!" I yelled. He looked up like a wounded puppy. I dropped my head and he looked up from my breasts. His mouth was still open just in front of my creamy erect nipple. My nipples are very long, giving me high beams even when I'm not excited, when I am excited, they are so long they seem to be little flag posts at the end of each breast.