Professor Braddock

I ended up with Professor Braddock!

Oh man. Oh, no no no no, this cannot be happening to me. I wanted to lie low and keep my powers in check, not ended up being taught by a woman under the control of my powers. Another problem I was going to be facing was the fact that Professor Braddock was a telepath, I couldn't hide anything from her. Especially where I was, she could find me like reverse needle in a haystack.

I needed to brainstorm ways to get out of this situation, but I couldn't think not even to say my skin. I started to hear moans in my head slowly becoming more and more intense. Then an image came to occupy those moans, a naked Professor Braddock to be exact. I could see her across the stage giving me a lust-full stare. At that point I couldn't take it anymore and jumped out of my seat turning down the row to leave the lecture hall. Esme gave me a look.

"What the hell are doing! Sit down you idiot, you're going to get noticed" Esme whispered.

"I can't be here right now I'm sorry Esme. Just... I see you later" I said walking through the row towards the exit.

"Wait! at least call me, ok!? she yelled after me.

Some heads turned towards us, but most of our conversation was blurred out from the speech Professor Summers was giving. Thank god for small favors. There was no one out in the hall giving me the space I needed to clear my head of the psychic images Professor Braddock psi-blasted into my head. I leaned against a nearby wall to steady myself, but the lingering effect of the psi-blast was still there. I needed to rest, so I pushed myself off of the wall and started in the direction of my dorm. Too late though.

The doors to the lecture hall burst open and students poured into the hall. Each students had mixed cries of emotions at who they got. The guys that were happy either got Logan or Braddock. While the guys that were upset got Professor Summers. The girls were happy only when they got Professor Summers and the angry girls got Logan. Every other professor's students seemed indifferent about their teachers.

I saw Professor Munroe walk out with the throes of students and I tried to get her attention. But I stopped myself short realizing that she was also under my seductive touch. She would be too busy trying to get in my pants to even hear my troubles. So for the very impending time ahead I was going to have to be on eggshells around Professor Braddock, mentally and physically.

Four days later...

"Don't stop! Aw gawd! Mmmmmmmm, oh yes, this is just what I needed," Professor Braddock moaned. Four days would pass before I caved and got to this point.

I couldn't keep her at a distance, even on the first day when she introduced herself, she made everyone of us introduce ourselves to the class one by one. When it eventually came to my turn Professor Braddock instantly put on a smile. She never smiled, in public or private, so this freaked me out a little. I mumbled out my name and other such information, but all I could focus on was her smile. After my embarrassing tell all she stopped the next person in line for introductions and turned back to me.

"I'm sorry, that was a poor demonstration on your first day. I would like to see you after class to discuss your un-exemplary performance just now" she said.

After all the introductions and a brief summary on our future academics, Professor Braddock briskly walked through the middle of the classroom towards the exit. As she walked past my desk a thought lingered in my head, "You may call me Betsy".

Everyday my fellow classmates would talk behind the professor's back about how hot she was. Even some of the girls had some sexual things to say about the professor. "An ass like that could turn me 180 on my sexual preference" or "the rack on her shouldn't be able to fit in that shirt". Sometimes the professor would look back as they said these things, as if she knew what they were saying. Sometimes when they would say something about her body I would get a flash in my head of Professor Braddock's nude form. She didn't want me to be left out of these scandalous conversations, especially if they got a rise out of me. And I would be lying if I said it didn't arouse me. She was driving me stir crazy, I mean how was I going to be able to function in this school if the teacher was constantly seducing me.

That was it! I could no longer control myself, I looked up office hours on my syllabus and prepared for battle. Here I come Professor- I mean, Betsy.