He is actually concerned

Buddy tried his hardest not to stare at her magnificient breasts. He kept his eyes and chin straight up. It was as if he would suffer horrible pain if he let his head bow down in the slightest. Shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, he prepared his thoughts. He didn’t even know why he had called for her to stay after class. He knew ogling her would be more difficult with her so close and looking straight at him. Why did he call her to stay after for a bit? If he had a reason, he forgot it. But he doubted he even had a reason other than to ogle her some more like a boy fresh through puberty. Buddy gave her a concerned sigh.

“Hannah, I’ve noticed your grades are… well, they’re not great. Is everything all right? Is there something going on that’s affecting your studies? You seem like a really smart girl. And, I’m sad to say, I’m worried you may fail. Your other teachers are concerned, too.”

Buddy was proud that he managed the shake his caveman-libido long enough to really talk to Hannah like this. He really was concerned. After all, beyond being a really, REALLY hot piece of ass, she was also his student.

Impressed by his restraint, Hannah let her hand run through her ginger hair as she gazed at her Professor's marbel eyes. She hadn't simply left it open, but put it in a playful 'do which let it all fall in long curls over her right shoulder, ending just short of her chest and thus helping to draw further attention to her perfect porcelain-skinned mammaries.

Hannah made sure to look at the floor or out of the window occasionally while they spoke, just to give Barrett a chance to sneak a peek at her tits, before batting her eyes back at him.

With a chance like that, Buddy couldn’t help but follow the trail of Hannah’s red hair down to between her breasts. He took every opportunity he had to look down. Each glance was a grand reward. Buddy was never good at picking up signals women give, and being single was something he wasn’t good at either. Flirting – even taking charge and forcing a woman to submit – only really came naturally when he was already pretty intimate with a woman. Buddy kept wondering if this were all a big show she was putting on for him.

She stood only a tiny bit closer to him than would have seemed normal, making sure that he would be able to smell both her perfume and the incandescent conditioner she used on her hair, while she bit her lip as if pondering what to do.

"Well... I suppose it's just that I'm so..." She sighed, as if searching for words. "I feel so overwhelmed with everything... I just don't know why..." She battered her eyelids in quick succession over her misty pupils, as if she were genuinely fighting back tears, when in fact she was feeling the warmth spread through her body which she received from her teacher's attention.

With Hannah looking like she could cry, Buddy resisted his every urge to wrap an arm around her back. He kept his hands glued to his side, hesitating to rest anywhere on Hannah, fearing it would seem awkward or touchy-feely – not to mention inappropriate.

“Look, even if you fail your test tomorrow, with a decent grade on the essay due on Thursday, you can still pass.”

Buddy then thought on his feet. He had to see her again. As much as possible. Something about this girl was just addictive.

“That’s why, if you fail the test, I must insist that you stay here for an hour after every class to study so you can get the best possible grade on that essay. I know this is your last class of the day, and if you care about your education and professional future, I strongly urge you to be here should you fail the test. Do I have your word that that’s what you’ll do in case you fail the test?”