Professor with Benefits

Chapter 3 - Rose

Next Friday arrives, and I've come up with a crazy plan.

It's something so wild I can't tell even Liz. Before class starts I'm sitting on my bed, staring at the question I jotted down in my journal the night before.

How does a girl like me seduce a professor?

I can't find the words to explain how he's taken over my mind the past few days. Professor Hanks has infiltrated my conscious thoughts, not to mention my dreams. He has become an obsession that I can't shake loose. I jotted down my thoughts late into the night last night.

I must lose my virginity this year. I need to lose it to a dominant man. Professor Hanks is a dominant man, therefore I want it to be Professor Hanks who I give it to.

Standing there naked, I glance between my body and the full length mirror. I've always been a curvier girl, but it seems like only just this year that my boobs caught up to the rest of my body. I've gone up two cup sizes in the last four months.

I stare at my wardrobe, contemplating the most devious idea my mind has ever conceived. Blackwell is much warmer today than it was on Monday when I did my "hoodie experiment" which is perfect, because today my mind has led me down another path of experimentation entirely. I pull out a pair of short denim cutoffs. I slide a thong on first, then squeeze into the tiny shorts. I slip a Blackwell Gamecocks shirt on after I carefully maneuver my tits into a black satin push-up bra. The shirt is from my junior year, so it might be a size too small for my ample chest, making it perfect for its intended use. I file in early to Professor Hanks' class, making sure to get a seat in the first row.

Today he's presenting via powerpoint about the history of sexuality.

Rachel, the girl sitting to my left, has stars in her eyes and at one point during the presentation I literally catch her drooling while staring at Professor Hanks. He's wearing an especially tight pair of jeans today, and when he turns to write on the whiteboard, she stares shamelessly​ at his ass. Hell, we all do. Rachel, Liz, me, and Francisco the gay guy sitting on my right.

I nudge Francisco. "Hey, I didn't see you in class on the first day," I whisper. "How'd I miss you?"

He smiles. "Oh hello there honey. I just transferred into the class today. I'm auditing."

"You're...just auditing?"

"Oh yeah. Did you see his Professor.com rating? He's literally the hottest professor nationally. I thought I better audit Professor McHottie and make sure the ratings are legitimate." Francisco winks.

"Perve," I push him gently. Nothing like your gay friend to be a shameless flirt.

"What? You'd have to be lacking a pulse to not be attracted to that man. Oh my God! Do you think he might be gay?"

I scrunched up my face. "What? Him? No. He doesn't activate the gaydar at all."

"Can you find out!?" he whispers excitedly.

"How exactly would I go about doing that?"

"Oh please girl. You look hot as fuck today. Just drop into his office after class and see how he reacts. Play it up."

"Play it up?! What does that even mean?"

"C'mon Rose," he shakes his head. "Don't play dumb. Push your tits out a little. Tempt him with those tight ass shorts, wiggle your ass in front of him."

If anyone else was saying this to me, even Liz, it would be more than slightly creepy. Coming from Francisco, it's doesn't come off as creepy though. And I'm actually considering it.