Visit to Megan

You manage the class as best you can. Enough of the class actually wants to learn that you're able to give a more or less effective lesson. You give out the homework assignment, fully expecting that very few will actually turn it in and then look at the clock in a bit. You're actually rather anxious to go and see Megan. You're not sure you know what that look in her eye meant, but you decide you're just about curious enough to find out. As the clock nears end of class, you look over those present.

"Right then," you say, "I think we'll wrap things up here today. Class dismissed."

You take a seat behind the desk and watch as the majority of the class leaves. One or two students stop by your desk to ask a question or two on their way out and you happily answer what questions you can. Afterwards, you rise, straighten your tie and head out to see Megan.

You find her in her own office behind a thick oak desk in a large chair specially designed to support and contain her bulk. She's a very tall and very strong woman with a few hints of yielding padding around her hips and waist, not to mention her massive bust. She's a black woman and sometimes plays to the tough black chick stereotype, and yet there is also a sweeter and gentler side you've seen on occasion. She likes to be in charge, no doubt, but she doesn't smash heads if she doesn't need to. Megan looks up from her papers and smiles at you.

"Hello, William," she says, calling you by your first name, "how was first day of class this term."

You shrug.

"A bit unnerving at first," you say, "but after that first year, I mean the knowledge that I personally can't do much about a...violent situation is helpful as far as the stress goes. Just try not to worry about that which I can't do anything about."

"And the fact that I've decided to keep a close eye on you?" says Megan with a grin, walking around in front of her desk and leaning against it, looking down into your eyes.

"That helps a lot as well," you answer, swallowing hard, "makes me feel safe."

Your heart is racing and you're aware of a bulge forming at the front of your pants. Megan seems aware of it as well and she gently guides you to stand in front of her, the top of your head barely coming up to her huge bosom.

"I wonder," she murmurs, "what might happen if the students thought the two of us were enjoying a more-than-friends kind of relationship. Maybe that'd make you protected completely."

You feel your knees almost trembling and you lean in when Megan runs a large, soft brown hand along your cheek.

"I'd like that," you whisper, "and not just for that reason. You're...a truly amazing woman, and someone I truly trust. Am I sounding cheesy."

"Yes," agrees Megan, leaning down very close to you, "but I like it."

And then she captures your mouth with hers in a hungry kiss...