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    The sun cascaded over the beautiful greenery outside the window near her seat. She gazed out with a smile, letting her eyes scan over the trees now in full bloom. Sometimes the snow’s white frost could be picturesque, but nothing matched their natural green. Bette dropped her head into her hand, closing her eyes with little fantasies playing around in her mind.

    "Bette?"

    She shook her head slightly and looked straight ahead to her professor, realizing she had zoned out again. Tina wouldn’t be happy with that. She cleared her throat and nervously twirled her pen between her fingers, knowing this had happened to her more than once in the recent past.

    "May I continue," Tina joked to the whole class, "Or will that interrupt your sleep?"

    "I wasn’t sleeping," Bette mumbled, correcting her professor quietly.

    "Are you going to argue with me about this?" Tina challenged, walking up the long aisle toward the brunette.

    Bette straightened up, suddenly realizing Tina had heard her. She had forgotten just how acute the woman’s hearing was. Her eyes widened and she focused on a spot of her desk.

    "Bette?" Tina asked strictly, standing beside her desk.

    Bette didn’t know what to say, and she was too worried to look Tina in the eyes. She pursed her lips and just sat still.

    Tina shook her head with a sigh. "I want to talk to you after class, Bette." And with that, she walked back down the aisle. "Now," she said to the whole room, "Where was I?"

    Bette slumped back down, dropping her head forward. She was so ashamed of the things that had been running through her mind when her professor called on her. It was getting so difficult to focus in any of her university classes that she chose to zone out, sometimes staring out this particular window. It was better than watching the way her teacher’s shirt rose when she wrote on the board, exposing just the slightest portion of her lower back. If she let her eyes fixate on her obsession, she feared a moan might slip out, and then she would really be in trouble. She hesitantly brought her eyes to the front of the room where Tina was using her hands in an explanation of historical art. She swallowed the sound trying to escape, focusing harder. Then it all broke away when Tina noted she’d wanted to use the overhead, leaning down to reach it.

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    Comments

    1. It wasn’t Hump-day-Wednesday but there is the anticipation of Get-your-freak-on-Friday. Seems Bette isn’t the only one willing to beg … for Friday that is. Lame, I know but that is why some people write and others just read.

    2. E X C E L L E N T !!!! :D :D :D my “dream-story” (how sick is that???) anyway I melted!!tomorrow is Friday, am I right?post soon! pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!:)

    3. Hello GR, Awesome beginning!!!I am just about dripping from the anticipation you have created.Nice to have Tina as the dominant figure for a change.I too want to see a submissive side of Bette as the teacher/student dynamic develops. I suspect that Tina will have to reprimand and discipline her pupil.Intriguing time ahead I hope.Now how many minutes till Friday.Many thanks for these wonderful words and bountiful beginning.Your Loyal Fan.PS – I am counting every one…

    4. That’s not how I remember my college lectures at all. Nor my professors. I might have become a professional student if that’s what it had been like.

    5. oh, it’s a great story of Bette and Tina. I really like it. I’ve always loved these types of stories. the teacher-student relationship is an exciting topic. :-)

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