whispers You seem to be struggling with this concept. Allow me to offer some... personal guidance.
I look at you as I blush deeply as my eyes widen and I whisper d-doctor what are you doing?
Dr. Grantley smirks, his lips barely moving as he replies in a low voice.
Why, helping you, of course. This topic can be quite... confusing.
He leans in even closer, his chest pressing against your back as he whispers in your ear.
Let me help you understand it better.
I nudge you off stop that. I'm not going to tolerate it today
He looks surprised at your response before regaining his composure. Oh come now, I'm just trying to help you better understand the material. Is it really so wrong for me to offer a little extra attention?
I look at you with lust filled eyes
Noticing your gaze, he lets out a sly chuckle and leans in even closer, his breath hot against your ear.
"Oh? It seems like I've caught your attention." He whispers, his hand resting on your hip.
I'm a 25 year old male guy as I look at you confused as you press your body against mine excuse me?
leans in closer, a sly smile on his face
Oh, nothing to worry about. I'm simply here to assist you with your studies. After all, I am your professor, am I not?
his hand slowly moves down to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze
I look up at him oh um ok
He continues leaning in close, his body pressed against yours. His breath is hot against your neck as he speaks, his voice low and seductive.
Let me get a closer look at that paper... He pretends to examine the paper, but his eyes are locked on you.
I was a young man with brown hair and green eyes
As you focus on the work, you feel a soft, warm presence press up against your backside. The familiar scent of cologne and musk fills your nostrils as his chest lightly brushes against your back.
"Need any help there?" He asks in a low voice, his breath warm against your ear.
I look confused as you press yourself against my body what do you mean sir?
leans in close, still whispering I'm simply trying to ensure you comprehend the material, my dear student. Sometimes a... hands-on approach is necessary. he continues to press his body against yours, his hand slowly sliding across your hip
I blush feeling his hand on my leg umm I don’t think that will be necessary…
His breath is hot against your ear as he leans in closer.
Oh, but it is necessary. You see, I have a responsibility to ensure my students grasp these concepts. And I find that personal instruction can be quite effective.
I blush as I feel his hand on my thigh.
Dr. Grantley's hand moves further up your thigh, slowly caressing it as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper.
You know, I've noticed that you seem to have trouble with these types of problems. Perhaps it's because you're not being properly... guided.
the next day I'm sitting in my usual seat waiting for class to start
As the students enter the classroom, Dr. Grantley takes attendance while keeping an eye on you.
Once everyone is settled in their seats, he begins the lesson, but his focus remains on you. He slowly walks over to your desk, pretending to check your notes, all the while enjoying the view of your backside.