Studying Math with Prof. Luck

You knock on Professor Luck’s door, and hear a muffled “Come in!” from the other side.

Her room is really messy, with papers strewn across the desk and chalk scrawled all over the blackboard that covers two walls of her office - the third wall has a long bookshelf that winds onto the fourth, leaving just enough room for a small window.

“Good to see you, Alex. You missed the first week of class due to medical reasons, right? Let’s get you right up to speed then,” Professor Luck says. She stands up to erase a section of the chalkboard, giving you a good look at her form-fitting blue top and thin skirt that looks rather sheer.

She begins by covering the first theorems of the class, and you are soon engrossed by her swaying figure. The math slides by, almost an afterthought, and it seems like only a moment before she scribbles a final line on the board.

“… and that brings us to the proof you did yesterday in class,” Professor Luck says. She stifles a yawn, and you notice that it seems like there are bags under her eyes. “Not so bad, is it?”

“You made it seem easy,” you say. “How did you manage to do the whole thing without looking at your notes?”

“It’s sort of second nature to me at this point,” she says. She glances at her watch briefly. She looks rather tired. “Did you have any other questions for me? I’ve still got some time.”

It would be a pity to let this session go by without any increasing your score, wouldn’t it? However, you can’t think of any openings - none that wouldn’t scare her off, at least.

“Yeah, I guess I had a question about the first problem on the homework,” you say, pulling it out. The problem is titled “Construction of the Real Numbers.”

“Oh, this one’s meant to be a tough one,” Professor Luck says. “The problem suggests two methods to tackle it - Cauchy sequences and Dedekind cuts. Which one have you tried?”

“Neither really makes sense to me,” you shrug, and the young professor gives a tittering laugh.

“Oh my, this problem might actually have been too hard. Why don’t you take a stab at the Dedekind cuts first? Try starting with this,” she says, taking a long sip out of her mug, before scribbling something on the board. Following her lead, you begin to write on your paper, trying to figure out the intermediate steps necessary to get to the conclusion she’s written on the board.

“Mmm… I’m not really seeing how to get the last step,” you say after a few minutes of working on the proof. It doesn’t help that her thin skirt is awfully distracting, because boy would you like to have some fun with her ass. Professor Luck begins to head up to the board, but you get an idea - it’s risky, but what’s life without a little adventure? “Actually, do you mind taking a look at what I’ve got on my paper? It might be easier to explain if you can see what I’ve tried.”

“Oh, of course, that’s a good idea,” Professor Luck says, standing next to you. She begins to glance over your paper, but she lets out a loud yawn. She throws you an embarrassed look and then keeps reading your work.

Not quite the outcome you wanted. Looks like you’re going to have to be a bit more bold.

“You must be tired from standing all this time. Why don’t you take a seat here?” you say, patting your lap. Professor Luck glances at you now, and blushes.

“I’m not sure that -“

“Don’t worry! It’ll let you rest your weary legs while you look over my work,” you say.

“That seems… okay,” Professor Luck says, and she carefully sits down on your legs, her ass deliberately positioned a few inches away from your crotch. You’re so close! Just a tiny movement, and you’d be able to properly grind against her… your cock springs to attention at the thought.

Luck +5