Go sit down

"Let's find someplace to sit, Professor." You motion toward the living room, where you know all the seats are occupied. She walks beside you.

"I understand you teach biochemistry. Tell me what it's like to be a young, sexy Professor on campus."

She blushes at the compliment. "It's a lot of work. Teaching classes, grading tests, pursuing research, writing. And with the 'Publish or Perish' attitude from the administration, there's often not enough time to properly teach. That's one reason why teaching assistants are so important."

The two of you wander through the living room, waving at various guests as you pass. As you expected, there's no place to sit.

"Nowhere to sit. Let's go where I know there are seats. Come this way." You gently grab her elbow and steer her into the hallway leading to the library. You've never lived in a house with a library before. The idea of seducing this lovely professor in the library turns you on. "What's your first name? I'm tired of calling you 'Professor'."

"Margot." She smiles demurely.

"Tell me the truth, Margot. Do you ever feel tempted, looking at all the sexy young men and women in your classes, to throw ethics out the window and have sex with one of them?"

Her eyes open in surprise. She opens her mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. "I did that very thing last spring." Her eyes look distressed, and she clamps her hands over her mouth.

"Everything's okay, Professor. You don't feel embarrassed by talking to me. You can trust me with your secrets. Relax and tell me all about it." You have her first secret.

She visibly calms down and the fear drains from her face. "Well, I was teaching Organic Chemistry spring semester, when one of my students came by for office hours. She was very distraught about her grades, and ended up crying on my shoulder. She was very beautiful, and her perfume made my head spin."

"Ah, here we are." You open the door to the library, finding no one inside. You usher Margot in. She looks around at the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. You managed to 'buy' three pallets of books from discount bookstores. All stuff you want to read, or at least would look impressive. You lock the door.

"This is quite the library, Simon."

You find a place to sit on a love seat, just enough room for the two of you. "Come sit with me." You pat the cushion next to you. Margot sits next to you, her thigh barely touching yours.

"As I was saying, I have this student crying on my shoulder, and all I can think about is how good she smells and what she'd be like in bed. I don't do that, Simon, it was so wrong. I told her that I'd give her an extra credit assignment to help bring her grade up, and she was so grateful, she kissed me. Once our lips touched, I was lost. We kissed, we caressed, and she went down on me, right in the office. Then I went down on her, and we ended up rendezvousing secretly for the rest of the semester. Simon! I abused my position as a teacher." She is upset. You are turned on, and your cock is pushing hard on your pants. Margot likes girls, too!

"Don't feel guilty about it, Margot. The student initiated the kiss, and you're both adults. She already got the extra credit assignment. You didn't change her grade in exchange for sex. It's all good."

The professor sighs. "You're right. I have nothing to feel guilty about." Her face brightens immediately.

"In fact, if you were attracted to a student, as you are attracted to me, you could kiss me without feeling guilty at all, since I'm not in one of your classes."

The suggestion in your statement is subtly hidden. You hope it works. Margot's eyes dilate as you finish. Her breathing speeds up a bit, and her eyes get all bedroom-y. She leans toward you and licks her lips.

"Tell me what you're feeling right now," you say.

"I am very attracted to you. My heart rate is increased, and my palms are sweaty. I can feel my nipples hardening, and my pussy getting moist." You look down and see her nipples poking into the fabric of her dress. She looks down and notices your hard-on; she stares.

You put your hand on her thigh, giving it a little squeeze. The tiniest moan escapes her throat. "If you could have exactly what you want right now, what would it be?" you ask.