I’m finishing up my PhD at university and take over teaching a difficult second year linguistics course. I’m a tall, athletic generally good-looking guy with scruff – definitely an anomaly in upper education faculty. My office hours are extended late into the night to accommodate the influx of undergrad students needing ‘extra assistance’ with the subject matter. I’ve always regarded myself as very professional and have kept strict boundaries between work and play – even with the ambiguity of working as a student/teacher. A sweet girl named lily, cute brunette with bright blue eyes and thick lips came into my office at 10 pm, just as I’m packing my things to leave. Lily is a senior in college, 21y.o., good student, and has never had any trouble whatsoever understanding subject matter.
“Think you can help me answer something?” She sat on my counter and started thumbing through a book.
“Sure”
“Why is it that you look me up and down in class but never say anything?” She said.
I’m totally taken back at this point, but can’t help but thinking about the way her top hugs her breasts, the line of her hips, the way her full lips move.