Professor Belvadeer

"I'll be right back," Ella whispered to Sam, "I need to ask the Professor for help."

Sam grunted an acknowledgement as Ella stood back up.

The jacket was long for a jacket, but shorter than Ella's towel had been. As she stood up, she could feel the bottom of her ass and her pussy greeting the open air. She tugged it down with a gasp, hoping everyone was too occupied with their labs to see. Though, as she passed, she did feel another tug or two on the jacket.

She hopped down to the front of the room, a few heads turning to see watch her as she did. Thankfully, Professor Belvadeer seemed to notice this and shouted to the open room, "Focus on your labs, everyone."

"Um, excuse me, Professor," Ella started as she approached, "I forgot my phone and laptop at the pool."

"You aren't carrying a laptop with you? In that attire? Shocking." The Professor said in mock sarcasm before swapping to a warmer tone. "Go on, use the computer."

Ella sighed. Kind, understanding Professor Belvadeer. That's why she _ahem _appreciated her so much. That, and she was, uh, pleasant to look at. Dark skin, darker hair that curled around her neck. Those painted-blue and finely kept fingernails. That confident, but warm smirk. And the way she wore the most casual clothes under an open lab coat as if to say, "Yeah, I'm a scientist. So what?" All that wrapped up in a woman that could swap between a best friend and a mother-figure in an instant... at least, that's how Ella read her emails... it all just got the freshman girl going in ways nobody else had ever before.

"Ella, the computer." The Professor said.

Ella hadn't realized she'd been staring. "Right."

So Ella went about the lab. Booted up and logged into the computer, started doing a few of the problems. It honestly felt so normal that she almost forgot she was naked without that jacket... until she caught Professor Belvadeer staring at her ass.

Ella froze. She'd been so caught up in the lab, that she forgot she needed to hold the dang jacket down! Her ass was on full display to the Professor and, a thought intruded, if she turned to the Professor, she could show the teacher her pussy. A warm shiver ran through her at that thought.

Professor Belvadeer smiled in a way Ella had never do so before. It seemed a bit... debaucherous. "Is there anything else you 'forgot at the pool', Ella?"

"Um, well, I, uhh--"

The Professor laughed. "You know, college may seem like a time where you can do anything, but there's still a line you should stop at. And when you cross that line, you're bound to get in trouble."

The way she emphasized that last word... trouble, it shook Ella to her core. And not in an entirely great way.

"Pro-- Professor, what are you--"

"You know, some bad people may want to take advantage of you if they find you in this state." She smiled that devious smile again. "Let's use this as a learning exercise. Do something for me after class, and I'll help you in return."

Ella gave a small 'eep'. She'd fantasized about the Professor, yes, but they were mere daydreams. Nowhere close to becoming real and entirely in her own control. She knew where things would go and could avoid places she wanted to avoid. But now she had no control and the real life Professor Belvadeer had it all. Ella's heart raced. A fire inside of her burned brighter than it ever had before. She had no idea where things would go and it drove her wild.

But there was still a part of it all that Ella feared. Was the Professor always like this? Using a kind face to lure (arguably) innocent girls like Ella into her trap? How many girls had she done this too before Ella? Surely the Professor was playing the villain to scare Ella away from doing something this dangerous and stupid again. Surely, there had to be an out.

"What if I don't want to do it?"

"You're free not too. But that new friend of yours is a quick worker and this is a short lab. I don't think it'll be too long until Sam comes down and asks for their jacket back, don't you think? Now, if you agree to help me, I can do you a little favor and lend you this old thing." The Professor tugged on her lab coat. Ella realized this wasn't a game. "So, Ella, do you feel like helping or not?"