Dear Sir: Part 1

I'm intensely stressed and will be until the semester is over and possibly beyond.. that's not very far from now and that idea freaks me out at the moment. This is my most intense time of the year. So I'm going to spin out one of my favorite masturbation fantasies into a story to share with you... seems like a great stress reliever for me and maybe some fun for you too!

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She sat in her seat, trying to look attentive, while in her mind she played over and over her plan to finally get her professor alone. He was standing in front of the class now, dark hair slightly disheveled and a tad shaggy, falling into his dark eyes. He impatiently raked it back as he finished making his point regarding… she glanced at the powerpoint presentation projected on the wall next to him, she really did need to start paying more attention before this next exam. Oh, he'd been discussing evolutionary aspects of psychology. Was it supposed to make her feel better that her attraction to him could be due to any number of things out of her control? Could it just be a reaction to his forearms being constantly exposed because he always had his dress shirts turned up to the elbow? Or maybe her body found his pheromones irresistible? Could it just be the traditionally masculine features of high cheekbones and a strong jawline, signs of virility in his muscular and tall physique, or could it be entirely different - that he fit every stereotype of a virile male she'd been exposed to growing up? Nature vs. nurture or a combination of both? What did it matter. All she knew was that she was going to push him to defy those social norms he himself had lectured her class on, and she desperately hoped he would choose to do so.

Even now she found herself highly aware of her body, as she always had been when she knew he was around. She'd seen him across campus when she was touring the college… and he'd starred in her own private fantasies ever since. She nearly didn't attend her first lecture as his student when she realized stood outside the classroom and saw him at the podium through the door. Never in her life had the sight of someone shaken her so deeply. She remembered how she had felt then, and every day she had been in this room since. It was as if her breasts were suddenly heavier, fuller. As if her body temperature had moved up 10 degrees, and between her legs was a constant hot pulse of longing. At the moment it felt as if her bra was too tight, her shirt too close to her overheated skin, her skirt both too much fabric and not enough to cover her at the moment… She always felt as if everyone had to see the changes that overtook her when she entered that room. Her skirt was the only fabric between her throbbing body and the rest of the world's gaze. That morning she had carefully chosen dark thigh high hose, a lace bra and garter belt set she had never before worn in front of another person, and deliberately left off any underwear underneath her traditional school girl skirt and button down shirt. It was all part of the plan.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt, then pulling her long blonde hair back into a ponytail, hoping to cool herself. Dr. London was about to hand out their quiz, and she felt herself quivering as he approached her. He handed her the sheaf of paper and she nervously took it, breathing a thank you as she glanced up at him furtively from under her lashes. He smiled at her, maybe to ease nerves he likely felt were due to the quiz.... her stomach fluttered as he moved away, attempting to capture the memory of that smile in her mind. Her classmate poked her, and she hastily handed the rest of the quizzes over, blushing furiously. She scanned the page, quickly answering the questions, then penciled at the bottom: I want you, and I hope by the time you read this you'll have decided to have me.

She knew he usually headed to his lab after class time, and as the students turned in their quizzes and left the room one by one she pretended to continue to struggle with the questions in order to remain until the end. Finally, the last student turned theirs in. Her legs felt weak, but she took a deep breathe and found her determination to go for exactly what she wanted and suffer whatever the consequences were of that choice. She stood up and headed to turn in her quiz.

"I didn't think that quiz was too difficult, Lydia, did you have enough time to finish it?", his rich voice poured over her, and it took her a moment to comprehend the words.
"No, um, yes, yes I had time to finish. Thank you.... I did have something I wanted to talk to you about though, something private, do you have some time now?" , she nervously said. Her stomach felt entirely full of butterflies, she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, and she prayed he wouldn't reject her request. She knew he had to have seen these signs before.
"Sure, I'm just heading to my lab if you'd like to follow me we can talk there.", he replied.
He seemed entirely unconcerned with her apparent nerves, and she felt a wave of accomplishment for going through with even this little bit of her plan. He gathered the quizzes and they headed out of the classroom together. As they entered the hallway she felt like she'd never been in it before. He stopped in front of the lab door, and she covertly watched him enter the code to unlock the door, committing it to memory. Then he opened the door for her and ushered her inside. The room was small, with a couch on one wall, banks of file cabinets, a long table with several computers on it, and a desk in the center of the room flanked by several chairs. It was also dark, but clean. Dr. London swept in, turning on the lamp on the desk, making the entire rest of the room seem to recede and leaving only two chairs and the end of the desk in the spot of golden light.

"Sit down if you like, I'll just take a minute to get settled and then we can talk.", he said lightly as he dropped his bag to the floor and shuffled some items near one of the computers.
Her nerves were threatening to overwhelm her again, she could feel them rising, her palms sweating, she was frozen in place... He turned toward her finally and sat down next to a computer table, looking up at her questioningly.
"Dr. London, I.....", her voice faltered. The plan and speech she had agonized over for weeks now left her. She dropped gracefully to her knees before him, hands out imploringly, and felt a wave of assurance flow through her. She began to whisper, holding eye contact with him as she crept towards him across the floor, eventually ending with her arms wrapped around his calf.
"I want you. I don't deserve you. I'm sure you've been approached before, and I'm sorry for the position this puts you in. I have to ask, I have to try, because I need you in a way I don't understand. I need to be possessed by you. I just... I need."He stared down at her, his gaze unreadable, not touching her.
"No.", he said in a steely tone.
She sighed softly, still feeling that assurance that this was what she wanted and needed to be doing no matter what he said.
"Please?", she implored softly.
"No!", he said, beginning to sound angry, but still not touching her.
"I'll do whatever you want, however you want me to, I'll sign something legal, anything you want, but I can't accept no as an answer.", she responded, still in that soft and assured whispering tone.
He cocked his head at her, and smiled. This smile was new, it had a hint of cruelty that sent a thrill she didn't understand through her body. His smile broadened as he felt her shiver. He reached out finally from the death grip his hands had formed on the armrests and grabbed her, lifting her to her feet with a bruising grip on her arms as he stood. They were inches apart. Her breathing became shallow, she could feel heat radiating from him. His eyes were dark intense storm clouds she imagined were filled with desire, she refused to believe otherwise.
"Get out now.", he said in a low threatening voice that had a hint of a growl.
She withdrew, knelt quickly and kissed his shoe, then leaped to her feet and nearly ran out the door.

to be continued...