It has been such a stressful week for me this week; finally it is Friday, and my last exam is this afternoon. I can finally relax afterwards and hopefully get a good mark so I don’t have to take extra tutoring sessions to catch up on which areas I have to work on. The last thing I need is to stay back during spring break to make up the extra credits to pass the subject in this class. I don't think that there are any tutors available to help me pass this subject, and that alone stresses me out.

I can't afford to think about that now; I have to get the last bit of reading in before the exam starts. I walk out of the college main entrance and head towards my favourite spot on campus. Heading down a cobbled path towards the gates, where there is a beautiful tall tree, with its leaves starting to cover its unique branches, giving off a feeling of tranquillity. It's the perfect place for me to finish studying for this exam.

I spent the next couple of hours trying to read as much as I could and gain as much knowledge about the subject before heading back towards the college building. I lazily walk back towards the entrance to college, trying to let all I have just read sink in. I am dreading this exam; the closer I get towards the main hall, the more I really don't want to do this, but ultimately, I have no choice.

I enter the hall and look for the seat that has been assigned to me and sit down, pulling out my pen from my bag and then pushing my bag under my desk. I fidget with my pen as the professor begins to hand the exam papers out, placing them face down on each student's desk. He stops at my desk and hovers a little longer than he did with the other students. I lift my head to meet his gaze, but he isn't looking at my face. His eyes are fixated on my chest, as my cleavage is on show in my spaghetti strap vest top with lace around the seams.

“Come and see me in my office when the exam is over; there are a few things I need to discuss with you.” Professor Langley whispers as he eventually pulls his eyes up to meet mine.

I nod my head and lower my gaze to my desk, looking at the back of my exam paper as I wonder what the professor wants to talk to me about. I wait patiently to start the exam until all the exam papers are handed out and I am given the go-ahead to start the exam.

“Listen up, students, the exam will start momentarily. You have exactly 1 hour and 30 minutes to finish the exam. Try and answer all the questions as best as you can; if any questions are left blank, you will lose a mark. It is better to write a guess if you are not sure than to leave it blank. The time is now 3pm; the exam will finish at 4:30pm. Best of luck; you may begin.”

I turn my paper over and fill out my information on the box at the top of the page, then turn the page to start to answer the questions; my mind has completely gone blank. I try to remember what I have learnt, but my mind can't help but drift back to that moment not too long ago when Professor Langley was staring at my breasts. I can't help but wonder, “What is going through his mind? Why is he looking at my breasts? Has he finally noticed me? Does he know I have a crush?”

All of these questions continue to circle around in my mind, not allowing me to focus on anything else but him. Professor Langley, the youngest of the professors here at college, is in his late thirties or early forties; he looks young for his age, with his chiselled jaw and his fine but well-managed beard. He stands over six feet tall with a slim but toned figure, which is clearly shown underneath his crisp white shirt and blue waistcoat. His legs appear toned as well in his tight black suit pants that hug him well in the right places.

My mind is racing with erotic thoughts about him that would definitely never happen, as it's against the rules, but it does not stop those thoughts from brewing. Clouding my mind with the darkest fantasies of having relations with my professor that could get me potentially expelled if it were ever to happen, but I can't help but think of myself lying underneath him, completely succumbing to his will.

I am snapped out of my thoughts when one of the professors tells us that we only have thirty minutes left to finish our exam. “Fuck,” I think to myself. I have spent a whole hour fantasising about having sex with my professor, and I haven’t written a single word down in my exam paper. I am screwed. I shake my head and try to refocus my thoughts on my exam and use the next thirty minutes to write down as much as I can. I manage to get three quarters of the exam done in a rush; I just hope that it is enough to pass the subject.

I turn in my exam paper and head out of the hall, making my way to Professor Langley's office, and I wait for him to come along from the hall. Sitting on the seats outside his office, I begin fidgeting with the lace on the hem of my vest top until he appears in front of me. He checks to make sure the corridor is empty and kneels down to my level, lifting my chin up so my eyes meet his. He almost took my breath away with his intense stare into my eyes, looking at me as if he could see my deepest, darkest thoughts, and a shiver started to run up and down my body.

Professor Langley takes my hand in his as he guides me to my feet, unlocking the door to his office and ushering me inside. I take a seat in front of his desk, and I hear him close the door and the clunk of the lock. My throat runs dry as I think of what possible reason he could have for him to lock the door behind him. He slowly walks past me, brushing his fingers along my shoulder as he does, causing my skin to heat up where he has touched. My breathing becomes heavy; I don't know how to understand the feelings that one simple touch can erupt through my body.

He positions himself on the edge of his desk, right in front of me. My eye level is now at his crotch, and I can feel my cheeks begin to heat up, no doubt showing a bright shade of crimson. Unable to move my eyes, I hear him chuckle, clearly amused by the fact that I am mesmerised by the tightness of his pants around his crotch. He clears his throat, which snaps me out of the trance I found myself in, and my eyes lazily make their way up to his. I can see a sense of amusement in his eyes as they appear brighter than they did before; I can't tell if that is going to be a good thing for me or a bad thing.

“My eyes are up here, Summer.”

My eyes widen at his comment, and I start to shift in my seat, feeling slightly uncomfortable. My cheeks again start to brighten in a red blush, a blush that starts to travel down to my cleavage. His eyes follow the blush as it travels lower from my face, and I feel my body heating up. I no longer feel uncomfortable, but I feel extremely aroused. I want nothing more than to reach forward and kiss those delicious-looking lips of his. But I don't want to push the boundaries of professor and student, however much I want to. He can see that I am stuck in my own thoughts and decides to try and pull me out of them.

“What is going through that pretty little mind of yours, Summer?”

I try to talk, but I am unable to form any words; I am speechless. I take a couple of deep breaths trying to regain my senses.

“I am sorry, Professor Langley. Is there any particular reason you have called me into your office today?”

I ask him in order to get the attention of the fact that I am mesmerised by him again and I want to have his lips on mine. His hands roaming all over my body, his hot breath on my neck. I clear my throat and try to clear my thoughts as he starts to talk to me.

“Well, Summer, I have noticed in the past few weeks that your classwork hasn't been up to standard. You haven't been contributing to class as much as you normally do, and I am concerned that you are going to fail the course.”

“I am sorry, Professor Langley; I have had to start to work in the evenings in order to help pay for my expenses. My parents had to cut me off, as the family business isn't doing too well.”

“I understand that, Summer, I do. But this is your education we are talking about, and you have to think of your future. You are going to fail if you keep spreading yourself too thin; you need to think about what is important and what is not.”

“I understand, Professor, but what am I supposed to do? How can I make sure I pass this course?”

I am starting to panic now, and I'm scared I'm going to fail my course and my education, and I won't get my dream job. I need to pass, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to pass. I can only hope there is someone available to help tutor me so I can pass. I only have one semester left before I graduate, and I can't allow myself to fail now.

“There are a few things you can do in order to pass Summer. You can stop working and concentrate on your studies; you can find time in between classes and work to study. Or, you can find a tutor to help you either before or after work. However, this late in the year tutors are usually no longer available.”

“Please, Professor, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to pass this course, but I can't afford to quit work. Is there any possibility I could get a tutor, please?”

I am almost pleading with him to help me; I can't express to him how much I need to pass this. In order to help me, my family, and my future.

“I can check to see if there are any tutors left, but I doubt it. If not, you will have to make the time to study in your own time.”

“Yes, professor, thank you. I'm willing to do anything to pass this course.”

“Anything?”

He raises his eyebrow at me, causing a shiver to run through my core, spreading warmth to places it shouldn't. I can see his eyes starting to darken as arousal and lust take over his mind. All I can do is nod my head to his question; my mouth has run dry.

He gets up from his desk and begins to circle me while I sit in the chair, making me squirm in my chair. He looks at me as if he is a wild animal about to attack its prey; it not only turns me on but also makes me anxious as to what he wants to do to me. Or better yet, what he wants me to do for him—I can see the cogs turning in his brain, which makes my anxiety rise. He doesn’t say anything for a while; he just keeps walking around me slowly, and I can’t take the silence or the tension any longer.

“Professor, what are you doing?”

“I am just thinking of what your beautiful self can do for me in exchange for help with your class.”

“You think I'm beautiful, Professor?"

“Oh, don't be so coy, Summer. You know you are a beautiful young lady.”

I can't help but gasp at his confession; I didn't think he would think I was beautiful. I didn't even know he paid me any attention; I didn't think anyone paid me any attention. My focus has always been on my studies and my family. I haven't had any time to explore anything with anyone; I am embarrassed to admit that I am a virgin at twenty-two. It is not for a lack of offers or opportunities; it is just that I need to focus on setting up my life before I can indulge in relations with others. I wouldn’t know where to start because I have very little experience; the most experience I have is a couple of make-out sessions with friends.

“I don't understand, Professor. I didn't think anyone, let alone you, would be interested in me. I just focus on my studies the best I can.”

“I have seen you looking at me, Summer, a little longer than you should. I've seen you lick your lips as you've looked at mine. Don't think you have gone unnoticed, Summer. A pretty woman like yourself should be noticed and treated like a princess.”

I blush again at his words; I can't control the red hue appearing again and again. I am sure he is doing it because he knows I'm shy and easily made to blush. I start nibbling on my lower lip as I try to process what he is saying to me, but that only seems to fuel his fire; his arousal is growing.

“I am going to need you to stop biting those perfect lips of yours, Summer, otherwise I'll have to kiss them. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, I do, Professor.”

The words leave my mouth before I have a chance to realise what I have just said. He looks at me with a sexy smirk; his eyes begin to widen at my confession. He pushes my chair back slightly with me still sitting in it, showing off just how strong he is, and for the second time today, he kneels in front of me. I lower my head as he does, feeling too embarrassed to look him in his eyes. However, he doesn't allow me to do so; hooking his finger under my chin, he lifts my head so my eyes meet his.

“Look at me when I'm about to talk to you, beautiful.”

“Yes. Yes, Professor.”

“Good girl, now I can help you with your studies if you promise to do something for me.”

“What is that, Professor?”

“I need you to undress for me. I have been fantasising about that beautiful body of yours ever since you entered my classroom for the first time. Let me see that body, and I'll make sure that you pass your exams.”

I look at him wide-eyed; I am in shock at what he has just asked me to do. I know I have fantasised about this moment since the first time I laid eyes on him, but I never thought it would happen. Part of me wants to do it for him, but another part of me doesn't want to risk it. He could lose his job, and I could lose my place in college, but I decide it is worth the risk.

I stand up and push the chair back a little behind me, and he gives me a sexy smirk. I start off by turning around so my back is facing him. I bend over and slowly start to untie my shoelaces, purposely taking my time teasing him with my ass on show for him, and I give my ass a little wiggle. I can hear him sighing behind me, which makes me smile, and I think to myself, “If he is going to make me strip for help with my studies, I am going to do it painfully slow for him and tease him mercilessly.”

I slip out of my shoes, stand back up, and face him. I can see his face is slightly flushed at my boldness; his trousers are starting to get a little snug around his crotch. He is already getting excited by my ass alone, and I have never felt as sexy as I do right now. I keep eye contact with him, feeling confident and turned on with how his body is reacting to mine. I start pulling my leggings down slowly, my ass bouncing out of them as they go over it, going lower until they are pooled around my ankles. I step out of them, and I do a cheeky twirl, turning around in a circle slowly, showing him my black lacy thong, which is sitting pretty between my ass cheeks.

Facing him again, I take hold of the lacy hem of my top and start to pull it up my stomach, slowly over my breasts. Lifting it up higher, showing off my matching full lace bra, which, although black, shows all of my breasts perfectly. My nipples, which are already hardening as my arousal grows, push against the lace of my bra. His eyes dart straight towards my erect nipples, and I watch him lick his lips, turning me on more. I pop my top off over my head and throw it to the floor where my leggings are.

I reach my hands around my back and pop my bra clasp free and allow my bra to slowly slide off my shoulders and down my arms before it falls to the floor. My full and perky breasts are now on full display for him, as his eyes fully darken with lust. His hands start to reach out, but he stops himself, putting them back down by his side. I smirk as my teasing is starting to pay off; I can feel my thong getting wet over my smooth pussy. I hook my fingers into my thong on either side and begin to pull them down, and I step out of them; however, instead of putting them with my clothes, I pick them up.

I take another slow twirl, holding my thong in my hands, letting him take in all of my naked body. My hourglass figure with wide hips, a big bouncy ass, and large natural breasts. After a few seconds I walk up to him, closing the gap between us, and place my wet thong in his hand.

“What now, Professor?” I ask him in a low, seductive tone.