Helping out an adorably shy student

Just over an hour later, you're standing in front of a lecture theatre of young Freshmen, finishing up your lecture on the different classes of microorganisms. The material might be basic, but you've really enjoyed teaching ever since it's been a part of your duties here. All these bright young minds ready to learn and mostly hanging on your every word. It helps of course, that a good number of them are cute boys. You've been teaching this class for only a month or so now, and you've already found your favorites, the three or four who always seem to draw your roving eye and make your cock ache in longing.

It was smart of you to clear your head before coming here, or else you might have had to spend the whole lecture standing behind the lectern again just to hide your throbbing erection. Now you're able to be more active than usual, pacing up and down in front of the class while you explain how the Gram stain technique can be used to differentiate between major groups of bacteria based on their cell wall constituents. You've learnt from your own extensive experience with good and bad lecturers that the best way to keep your class' attention is to love what you teach. So long as you look and sound enthusiastic enough, they'll mostly follow along.

At last you finish up, after answering a few short questions from the more eager members of the class. The low hum of conversation fills the lecture theatre as the freshman students filter out in groups, heading off to their next classes. You watch them go with a smile, remembering the days when you were so young. Getting out of your suffocating hometown and off to college was one of the best decisions you've ever made and you can only hope each and every one of them experiences the same breath of freedom you did.

Then you notice one student has stayed behind. A boy, sitting in the corner of the front row. You were thinking about your favorite Freshmen earlier, and this little cutie tops the list by a mile. Sam Clark, small and slender, with a pretty, girlish face and messy blonde hair. He's one of your personal tutees, the small group of students you're supposed to support through the course, pastorally and otherwise. You're very happy to do what you can for such a sweetheart, so you turn and wave him over with a finger, knowing he's stayed behind just to talk to you.

He leaps to his feet like a bee just stung his butt, pale cheeks flushing pink. You watch him with a grin as he scurries out of the row of seats and up to your desk. You're taller than most men, but poor Sam is just tiny. He barely stands up to your boobs, which you suppose he must find rather convenient since he spends a lot of time gawping at them. He's so cute about it you don't actually mind, and it's fair play for all the times you've discretely checked out his butt. It's rather round and plump, even though the rest of him is slight and slender, and he keeps wearing these tight jeans that just make you want to rip them right off him.

"Here to see me again, Sam?" You smile down at him. He blushes so hot his cheeks turn scarlet and you can almost see the steam coming off his ears. You know a few of your students nurse crushes on you, but Sam's is easily the most obvious. When you're lecturing he hangs on your every word, staring at you in wonder like you're some angel come down to Earth. Then as soon you finish, he somehow always manages to find an excuse to hang back and try to talk to you, even though he can hardly manage to look you in the eye without stuttering and blushing.

"Um...yes, Professor, um...Mrs. Black." He stammers so adorably that you just can't help yourself from teasing him even more.

"Ms. Black is fine." You flash your hand at him, showing off your unadorned fingers. "I'm not married."

"Really?" His face lights up like it's Christmas morning.

"Yes Sam. So what did you want to talk about?" You ask, deciding to nip this in the bud and stop torturing the poor boy. "And don't keep me too long this time, you've got Professor Birch's lab session to get to."

"I just wanted some more advice about um...my situation." He wrings his little hands in front of him, suddenly looking so sad you just want to pat his forehead. "You've been so helpful about everything...answering all my emails and stuff and I know you must be busy but I think I need to talk to someone about it, maybe?" He stares up at your chin, long lashes framing his big, blue eyes, full of **** hope.

Poor thing hasn't really been enjoying his time in college, apart from your classes of course. He's homesick and struggling to make any friends. You always see him sitting alone in his corner hunched over his notes during lectures, while the other students chat in lively groups. No-one else seems to even notice him. Of course you want to help. College should be a time for shy kids like him to come out of their shells and learn that being nerdy isn't a bad thing . Even if he wasn't cute enough to hit all your buttons, you'd be doing your best to guide him just out of sympathy. As it stands though, the temptation is growing to take your relationship rather further than student and teacher.

"Why don't we arrange a meeting later in the week?" You suggest, mentally clearing a space in your schedule. "You can come by my office and we'll talk it through over a cup of coffee. How does that sound, Sam?"

"Great, Miss!" He nods frantically. You find yourself wondering if all this eagerness extends to the bedroom. It it does, he just might be your perfect partner. There's few things more delicious than a cute boy inhaling your cock out of nothing more than a desire to please you.

"I'll email you the details." You glance at your watch. "Hurry along now, or you'll be late for the lab." He nods again, then turns on his heels, looking like he wants to hop for joy like some adorable little bunny.

You watch the cute boy scurry away, licking your wet lips as your gaze burns a hole in his butt. You know you shouldn't. It's unethical in every way, but he's just so adorable. There are so many ways to rationalize just taking the plunge and seducing him. You're not going to hurt him, plus he's so shy and bashful it's no wonder he's having problems making friends. A short fling with a beautiful older woman could be just the thing to build his confidence and give him memories he'll be enjoying for the rest of his life. You're almost certain he's a virgin too the way he gawps at you, which only adds to the appeal. The thought of deflowering such a cute boy's butt before he's even had the chance to enjoy sex the vanilla way fills you with a naughty thrill.

Perhaps when he comes to your office later you'll give in to the temptation and invite him back to your apartment to discuss things further. He's so hot for teacher he'll give in to everything you say, even when he finds out what you're hiding between your legs. It can be just like those naughty schoolgirl fantasies boys like so much. You'll be giving him plenty of Oral examinations, which you mean to be rather Anal in marking. You're grinning at the thought, your panties feeling rather tight again. You're getting massively carried away, but you don't care, right up until the moment that you suddenly do.

Then it hits you, like a punch to the gut. Sam is just so young, eighteen and barely out of High School. It's so easy to forget what that means when your throbbing cock just wants you to focus on how delicious he'd be in bed. He's got no idea about the world, unlike you. Your conversations so far have revealed he's been coddled and sheltered all his life, leaving him as innocent as a rose and probably just as fragile. Plus, he's your student. The power difference is obvious and a little too stark for you to feel comfortable pushing things beyond playful flirtation.

Sighing to yourself, you adjust your trousers, trying to **** your dick down against your leg where it's a little less obvious. Barely an hour since you jerked off in the staff toilets and already your stiffening cock and dirty mind are competing to **** you there again. It's still really tempting to make Sam your little toy. The things you'd do to a boy that cute make your toes curl. Plus it would be way easier than any other option you've thought up so far. A flash of your boobs and he'd be putty in your hands. You just don't feel comfortable taking advantage of his adorable crush this way. It seems dirty. Maybe you're just too honest for your own good.

You turn back to your desk and gather up your folders. You have a tutorial for your Junior students next in one of the smaller study rooms, and when you see one name on the list of attendees you feel your heart sink. Not him again...