In for a pound

Mitch realized that Professor Clarence was doing anything he told her to do even if she seemed not to like it. They were in the back of the taxi riding the short two miles to his garage apartment. "Kiss me."

Anna leaned over and kissed him. She blushed and looked down afterward. That was very unprofessional of me. I don't know why I did it, but do not tell anyone."

"Sure. I don't tell anyone, and you give me straight A's for the rest of the semester."

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but you have a deal." She sighed.

Mitch now knew he had her. He did not know why, but she would not refuse him. Maybe it was a latent fetish of hers, maybe she was hit on the head, and this was a new personality of hers, or maybe she was infatuated with him, but he did not care.

Anna, on the other hand, could not believe she kept doing whatever this young man told her to do. She had no idea why she had seemingly lost all will power. He was not particularly attractive, he was not smarter than the average student, so he not her type. She just soldiered on.

At his place, Anna shook her head at the small one room garage apartment. Books and notebooks were scattered on a small coffee table, there was an unmade double bed, and piled of folded clothes were on top of a dresser, not inside. She sat on the small love seat. "What now?"

"Get more comfortable. Take off your dress." Mitch held his breath.

"Fine, but again, do not tell anyone." Anna removed her dress. She sat in her black bra and matching panties.

Mitch's cock grew hard while watching his professor strip. He could really see her curves now.