Oddly

Ingrid walked to campus as she always did, but as she walked, she felt as if her ass and hips were waggling more than usual, so she purposely tried not to. She went to her office and locked her purse in her filing cabinet like usual. She grabbed her notes, and felt warm, so she took her blazer off and hung it over her chair. She then headed to class.

Some students were already in class. She went to write today's lesson on the board, and as she did, she thought she could actually feel the stares of the male students on her ass. She blushed and felt nervous and dropped the chalk. "Fuck," she muttered. She squatted down to get and hurridly stood back up and finished writing.

The rest of the students came in, and she started class. Every time she turned to write on the board, she just knew the boys were staring at her ass, and when she turned back to the students, she never made eye contact.

Class seemed to go on forever, but it ended, and she went to her office. A few students needed some extra help, and they came in, and she was happy to be seated behind her desk. After the last student left, she thought about the boys staring at her ass, and she had to mentally upbraid herself when she found herself smiling when thinking about.

At 11:00, she was in the Dean's office.

"Professor Carlson, what you do on your own time is your business, and we won't fire you for it, but this is not appropriate behavior for a professor at this university. He turned his computer screen towards Ingrid.

Ingrid gasped as she saw photos of her. In one, she was wearing a skimpy bikini with the bottoms cut high on her thighs. In the photo, taken in her bathroom, her back was to the camera, and she was looking over her shoulder. Another photo was of her in skintight jeans, and she was in the same pose, and finally there was a photo of her in yoga pants and a sports bra. She was doing downward facing dog, and the photo was taken from an angle that showed off her ass. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

"As I said, your social media posts are your business, but I'm asking you as a friend and mentor to be more discreet."

"Yes, I will. I'll delete those."

"Thank you."

Ingrid hurried back to her office. She passed a few male students in the hall, and believed they would turn and stare at her ass after she passed. In her office, she took out her phone and saw even more social media posts of her showing off her ass. She felt hot and embarrassed and deleted them all.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" She called the psychology department. She had a friend there, and the friend agree to see her for an emergency counseling session later that day, but first she had a 1 pm class.