Sure, but First, Time to Test Her New Outfits

At this point, Kelly was going to ride this as far as she could take it. Professor/student sex was, for all intents and purposes, implicitly allowed at this point. She had let her own Research Assistant eat her out, which Emma might not have considered “sex,” but Kelly certainly did, she had eaten out another student, even if she didn’t have Carmen in any classes, and she had fucked one of her research subjects in public. So, maybe there would be consequences at some point, but letting Emma try to Cyrano her sex life seemed, if anything, less weird than some of those other things.

“Why not?” Kelly said. “I’m in.”

Emma did a fist pump, making her tits bounce distractingly. “Awesome. You won’t be sorry. But I know, the project comes first, so I will get you that spreadsheet with the responses. I’ll see you tomorrow in class and we can talk more.”

She and Carmen left not too long after that. Both girls gave Kelly deep, sensual goodbye kisses that left her breathless. She found herself alone with her cat Buffy for the rest of the evening. She found that, for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t anxious about anything. It is was very weird.

This was very helpful the next morning, when she wore one of the outfits from their shopping expedition to class. She went with the white top that tied off under her breasts and showed all of her cleavage, along with the short skirt that barely covered her ass. Despite Carmen’s recommendation, she did wear panties with it. Baby steps.

No one in her first class of the day commented on her outfit. If anything, she was still one of the more modestly dressed women there. But she could still feel them looking at her, all of the boys and many of the girls, too. Not just feeling lust for her body, which she certainly enjoyed, but also somehow feeling like there was less of a barrier between them. She supposed that, in a literal sense, there was less clothing separating her from her students. She honestly felt that it was one of the more productive and freewheeling discussions she had led in class for a while.

She had instituted a sign-up sheet for office hours later that week where students could reserve a fifteen minute segment. By the end of her first class, it was nearly full.

At first, she wasn’t sure some of her students had even noticed her clothes, given how used they were to women dressing like that. This was certainly not true when Kelly arrived in the Faculty Lounge, where everyone stopped to stare at her for a moment before going back to whatever they were doing. When she sat down in her usual spot and fished her lunch out of her shoulder bag, there was silence for a moment.

“Going native, I see,” Professor Galbraith said. Then he pulled on the lapels of his tweed jacket, tightening it over his shoulders.

“I’ve been doing research for a paper, if you must know,” Kelly said. “I am researching the social structures of the current generation and how they might have gotten that way, and to do that, I have to make it so that I can move among the current generation without drawing too much attention to myself.”

“A paper for what?” Galbraith asked skeptically. “Penthouse?”

“The Journal of Sociology,” Kelly said. There was another pause. “I have a doctorate in Sociology. You guys did know that, right?”

“Well, I like it on you,” Professor Davis said. “And you’re in great shape.”

“Thanks,” she said. She chewed her sandwich for a moment, then said, “You know, I honestly think things went really well in class today. You all should try it.”

The sixty-something Professor Fitzgerald laughed. “I don’t think I could pull off that outfit, honey.”

“I just mean, trying to meet your students where they are,” Kelly said. “We all might learn something.” She looked at Professor Galbraith. “And aren’t you dying in that jacket? It’s ninety degrees today!”

Galbraith responded with only a grumpy mumble, but before too long, Kelly noticed him staring at her tits. She put her elbows on the table as she ate, leaning over to give him the best view of what he was never, ever going to have.

When Kelly went to stop in at her office before her next class, she rounded a corner and nearly tripped over Clarissa Bonner, who was on her knees with a boy’s cock down her throat.

“Sorry,” said the boy. “We didn’t think anybody’d be up here right now.”

Kelly cocked her head, watching her student Clarissa keep bobbing her head on his dick. “No, it’s OK,” she said, “I’m just going to my office real quick.”

She realized that the boy was looking her up and down, his eyes roving over her body. “You could… you could join us, if you wanted.”

Clarissa pulled off him with a glug, trailing spit from his cock. “Yeah Prof, you want to take the balls?”

“I appreciate the offer,” Kelly said, “but I do have class in a minute. You two have fun.”

Then she turned and could almost feel their eyes watching her ass as she walked down the hall to her office. What they couldn’t see was that, underneath her skirt, her panties were absolutely soaked.

Emma arrived a few minutes early at Kelly’s afternoon class, but there were already a few students in their seats. This time, she gave Kelly the sloppy greeting kiss before class, and as she did so, she stuck a hand under her professor’s skirt to feel her panties. Kelly groaned very softly at sensation of Emma’s fingers brushing up against her cunt.

“Shit, Doc, you are wet AF right now,” she said with a grin. “You’re into the dressing slutty, I take it?” She stuck her fingers in front of her mouth and licked.

“I… think it’s been a fruitful experiment so far,” Kelly replied, still recovering.

“We should talk about the other stuff,” Emma told her, “I have a whole plan.” She turned and walked to her seat, wiggling her panty-clad ass at Kelly as she did. “See you after, slut!” she called.

Kelly found class among the sexy youths easier if she just rolled with it. It wasn’t as distracting if she just did what she wanted without thinking about it, and therefore kept thinking about whatever she was talking about. For example, when Clarissa Bonner arrived to class two minutes late and tried to sneak to her seat, Kelly couldn’t quite help notice a little bit of white, sticky liquid at one corner of the girl’s mouth.

Without stopping to worry, Kelly said, “Ms. Bonner, thank you for joining us. Here, you have a… well, it’s easier if I just get it for you.”

She reached out and wiped the jizz off the girl’s mouth with a finger, then stuck the finger in her own mouth and sucked it off. Just a hint of salt. Clarissa just settled into her seat, almost stunned.

Rather than staying behind the lectern, Kelly spent a lot of the class out walking between the rows of students, sometimes casually running a hand over one of their bare backs as she passed. Later, during a discussion about semiotics, she asked Liz Felton to discuss the meaning behind her various tattoos. This led to the girl pulling off one of her pasties in order to give the class the best view of the spider-web she had on one of her tits. Kelly then asked the class for opinions on what Liz might have been trying to communicate by getting a web on her boob as opposed to somewhere else, before having Liz try to explain for herself.

After class, Kelly invited Emma back to her office. If Kelly was being honest, she halfway thought the two of them might just fuck right then and there, but Emma actually did want to discuss their research. She had the spreadsheet she had mentioned partially done, and wanted to see if Kelly wanted any more columns added to her summaries. To discuss her work, she leaned over Kelly’s shoulder while the professor scrolled on her laptop. Kelly could feel the girl’s soft tits pressing pleasantly into her back.

Once the work was taken care of, Emma’s smile grew a lot bigger. She plopped into the chair across from Kelly, tits bouncing. Then she said, “OK, here’s what I’m thinking…”