Too much

As you approach the bushes you see the window is open again so you have to be careful to not make too much noise or you'll be busted. You again hope nobody passes by outside as it's broad daylight.

You see Eve organizing some stacks of paper as Miles goes and locks the studio door. Your gut twists, nervous as what this means. Miles sits in a random chair and looks at Eve's ass for a minute. She doesn't notice as her back is to him and she's intent on organizing the papers.

"Eve...I know you don't have much time before you have to run to your next class, but maybe we should talk a minute about your duties here as First Student," he says. She startles and turns around, but walks over to him. She appropriates a chair and sits facing him. The light glints off of his ring, but she seems to notice it too. It reminds her.

"Oh professor, where was that ring from? It's so beautiful I wish I had one like it..." she says. She leans forward a bit in her seat and you see him leer at her tits as they're pushed together a little.

"Oh this...uh...got it while I was in Greece. It's a...replica...of the Ring of Aphrodite. Just some old wives' tales, nothing of import. Let's focus here though. As First Student you're supposed to be kind of like my assistant and you've done a good job so far. Helping with the studio last week and the modeling for classes, all superb. But there's more to it than that. You've been doing the art side of things but I have other tasks that I'll need you to do for me. Why, when I was First Student way back when, my professor made me pick up his laundry!" he slaps his knee and barks out a laugh. Eve laughs along with him to be polite.

"I'll cut to the chase though. My medical episode last week...well...the doctors said it was because I was exerting myself too much. They wanted me on bed rest but I told them where they could stick it, and here I am," he said proudly. You know he's trying to make himself seem heroic, but why?

Eve's face displays concern and she says, "Professor you should probably listen to them, I think I can speak for the entire class when I say we were all pretty worried" - you know she's certainly not speaking for you here - "but whatever I can do to help, I will, even picking up your laundry!" She smiles at her own joke and you see Miles smile too, but probably not at her joke.

"That's good Eve, that's good. Not to change the subject too abruptly, but do you know why men need to masturbate?" he asks normally. You see Eve becoming uncomfortable.

"Uh...yeah, I mean they get all worked about sexually and it's hard to hold back," she says almost shyly.

Miles shakes his head and tells her, "Not entirely no. See what most guys won't tell you is that it's not always purely sexual. Most cases in fact. You see, when a man sees a pretty women, sure there's a sexual thing happening that arouses him. But that's where the sexuality part kind of stops, it revs the engine and then the engine just keeps going anyway. When a man relieves himself it's more of a chore that he needs to do because of something called 'blue balls'. You've heard of it?"

Eve averts her gaze and says yes while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Miles continues, "Well it's not some made up condition but rather a very painful reaction to the engine running but not going anywhere. You follow?" She nods and you can see her wonder where this is going. You think you have an idea and it twists your gut.

"Well as you know I too am a man, and seeing students like you around campus, well to be frank it gets my engine going. But with the doctors insisting I take it easy I can't exert myself to take care of this...chore...so I need help," he says. He stands up and drops his pants and underwear. Kicking them to the side, he resumes sitting. You see his large cock sticking out. "Can you help me, Eve? Just a handjob will do it."

She blushes deeply, replying, "Professor Miles I'm not sure I can do that. I mean, I have a boyfriend and a handjob is too sexual a thing for a teacher-student relationship..."

Miles cuts her off, "Eve, this isn't sexual now, it's a matter of turning that engine off. As for the teacher-student relationship, I would NEVER **** one of my students, and I thank you not to insinuate otherwise." Eve stammers out a quick apology, starting to say she didn't mean it like that, but Miles continues over her.

"Your boyfriend, John, has these same urges too. You've probably always interpreted them as sexual and he's too polite to correct you. I agree he might not want to hear about this, so maybe don't tell him, but ultimately he'd see the reasoning for this and accept it. Has he ever done something you thought was sexual that you didn't want him to?"

Eve blushes deeply and mutters yes but doesn't elaborate. Miles pounces.

"And so tell me about it, it's ok, it's only weird if you make it," he says. He's lightly stroking himself looking at Eve's naked body.

Eve takes a deep breath, still crimson, and admits, "Well he was jacking off today and just shoved his penis in my mouth when he came. He...basically used my mouth and throat to orgasm." She tries to avoid the dirty talk but you see Miles's face darken with anger. You assume it's because he doesn't want anyone using Eve if it isn't him.

The anger passes in a moment though before she sees. Miles tells her, "Well I guess that's a good example. You see John certainly cares about you and would never take advantage of you, but biologically speaking, he had to take care of his 'engine' so to speak. You understand?"

Eve thinks about it for a second and nods. She can't be buying this!?

"So come here Eve, kneel between my legs, and help me with my problem please."