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By contrast, Christine was petite and looked as meek as she was. "Come in, I have coffee and some food waiting." Pleasantries were exchanged. Inside the living room, food was waiting on the coffee table.
Christine removed her shoes after entering the home, then Lana closed the door and gave a brief tour of the first floor. There was also a non-disclosure agreement sitting in the center of the table with a pen on top.
"Sorry about that," the professor said, reaching for some tissue. But things happen." "What is it, if you don't mind me asking? I've read about it before." "Milk." Lana was taken aback. "I was knocked up about a year ago." Lana smiled uncomfortably. I meant, actually, nevermind what I meant." "I'm only joking.
But that expression quickly left as the teacher once again returned to her confident posture. The sight vanished as all the buttons were done, sadly. " Lana asked, purely to make conversation to break the awkward tension, then she immediately regretted asking such a personal thing.
Coffee was served and so were the pastries on small china plates. Taylor," Christine smiled, feeling uneasy that this gorgeous, well-respected woman was serving her food. This felt more like a job interview for obtaining national security clearance, and Christine could feel herself getting nervous. I do these kinds of jobs during summer breaks because it gives me a chance to be helpful, stay busy, and make some extra cash.
But, I also like to learn a little about myself and other people through my summer jobs.
Lana had done her fair share of fantasizing when it came to other women, but never with something like this in mind.
There are wet spots." For a brief moment, a mortified look came over the teacher's face when she realized what had happened. " "Of course." Lana turned her seat around so that she faced the wall. There was a sound of a bra being pulled down and adjusted, followed by the sound of clothes ruffling. Lana turned back and saw that the teacher hadn't finished buttoning up her blouse yet. But I'm adapting." Professor Mc Grath reached out and rubbed Lana by the shoulder, in gentle pats and strokes, then pulled her hand back after the point was made. " Naturally, Lana was caught off-guard by her professor's small medical dilemma, or whatever it was. The first thing that came to Lana's mind was that it must have been sweat. Lana was that kind of girl; always willing to help, and always offering a helping hand. Since after all, matters of my breasts are highly confidential, especially on campus." "How would that work? They never knew it was me, but I felt so bad that..." "No, no. If you're going to be dealing with my breasts, then I want to hear something about yours." It was a fair trade, Lana thought, and she noticed a subtle change in the professor's demeanor, as if the teacher was letting her guard down. "So, breasts and nudity are nothing shocking to you." "Nope," Lana gulped. "Maybe we should discuss figures now," Lana said, slightly suggestive. There were two wet spots which seemingly appeared out of nowhere. I don't mind." The offer was earnest and completely sincere. And given the sensitivity of the matter, there must be something that binds us to secrecy. "In the eighth grade, I stole a frog from the school science room. We'd also shred the pictures to a million pieces afterwards so no one could ever see them." Professor Mc Grath lifted an eyebrow and pursed her lips. The teacher's moment of weakness and eye gazing had the surprising effect of making Lana moist. Lana could hear the wet tissues being tossed in a nearby trash basket. Never in a million years would she have imagined that those unruly thoughts would tilt towards her own professor either; a woman who had put her in the proverbial hot seat a few times in class, nearly making her cry.