Ben Stewart

Cockshy coed

CHAPTER ONE

"Can you answer the question, Miss Allison?" The authoritative voice rolled like a wave over the hushed classroom, carrying attention in its wake until all eyes were focused on the petite figure of Nancy Allison.

She could feel Professor Jurgen's wicked black eyes zooming in for a close up of her body. She dropped her eyes. Breaking his stare did no good. She could still feel his searching look burn through her clothing.

I hate the way he looks at me! she thought furiously, I feel like I'm naked.

She tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was like a melon left too long in the field, soft, hot, dripping with juice, bunting apart at the seams.

He's just like the rest of them, she told herself, and he wants to slide up between my legs! He's not going to, none of them are. I'm not going to end up pregnant and deserted like Mother was.

"Well, Miss Allison?" Her train of thought was interrupted by the stem question.

"I'm sorry, Professor," she heard her cool, even voice saying, "I'm afraid I can't."

"Miss Allison," the sarcastic reply began, "You evidently have a better way to spend your evenings than studying philosophy. While I wouldn't like to interfere with your pleasures, I would like to remind you that a passing grade in this course is mandatory." There was a pause as the professor stroked his thick black beard. "See me after class," he finished curtly.

I wonder if he knows how I feel? she thought as her tits continued to swell until the nipples were tense. I wonder if he knows I'm not the iceberg everybody thinks I am? Not that it'll do him any good I'm not going to give in… not again.

The memory of that one time, her first and last fuck, began to glow in her mind like a hot poker. She tried to fight it by concentrating on the professor. That was a mistake. He made her feel like she had that hot summer night when she was eighteen and a virgin. No woman would be a virgin long around her Uncle Jim. He had an uncanny ability to sniff out cherries when they started to get ripe. He'd find 'em, suck 'em, pluck 'em, and fuck 'em. Just like he had done to her. Just like he had made her beg him to do. The memory was so vivid she could hear his voice saying, "Your mother at work?" He walked in without knocking as she was finishing up the supper dishes.