Chapter 8 Irresistible seduction

• Mike couldn't make it to school on time today. He had been trying hard to keep the thought of Jennifer out of her mind, but the more the tries, it more it keeps filling his mind.
• He got to his office and he still couldn't get himself. He held his head in his hands, trying as much as possible to think of anything other than Jennifer. He had a hot round of sex before being physically enough to leave his mansion and come to school. He couldn't believe he was actually getting mad over a lady, not just a casual lady but his student.
• If he didn't control himself now, it may effect him during class. He have two classes today, and luckly, he doesn't have Jennifer's today. He doesn't want to see Jennifer today. He can decide to hide in his office between classes and avoid anything that can make him run though her.
• He no longer trust himself around Jennifer. Having her alone in his office in detention is the worst mistake he had ever done, it seemed to have ignited an unusual dangerous reaction on his body. Before the faithful day, he was just seeing her as one of his stubborn beautiful ladies in the class, now he's seeing her differently. The curse himself for giving chance for a girl to cause him emotional trauma. 
• He had tried to reason it in another way, that it's normal, man full of blood admiring and exceptional beauty. But having her alone in his office had changed something which he couldn't reverse. He no longer see her as his beautiful student but as a threat to his emotional health.
• Unexpectedly, he managed to attend general lectureres meeting and retired back to his office. He was happy that he was getting back to his senses but it didn't take long and his imagination flipped back to Jennifer's nubile body. He thought of sitting her in front of his desk. gently running his hand along her tanned leg, pushing her short skirt up, above her ass.
• He imagined her, resting her hand on his shoulders with a lovely smiles on her face. He would kiss her thick pouting glossy lips while his hand would be doing what it knows how to do best on her ass. He imagined sitting her on his desk and standing between her tight like the dream he had. He would remove her white pants and spread his leg, then lean and suck her p*ssy which he's convinced must be waxed.
• I knock landed on the door, snapping Mike out of his fantasy. He adjusted his shirt and her tie. His dick was hard but he's sure he would be saved. His desk would go a long way in hiding his erection.
• "Come in!" He called and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down from his fantasy before the visitor comes in.
• The door opened and unfortunately, it was the last person he expected. He took a deep breath as Jenifer came into view. 
• "Mr. Mike. Sorry to disturb you. Are you busy?" Jennifer asked with her sweet lovely voice, causing Mike's dick to switch more. He knew he won't dare move out behind his desk. He counted himself lucky of having a broad desk that could shield his member from view. If not, there would be o doubt Jennifer would see his full raging erection. There was no way he would be to control his member while a hot sexy lady Jennifer was standing in front of him. The worst is that she was wearing a short skirt as usual, looking sexier unlike other days, just like in the dream. But this was not dream, its dam reality.
• She had and innocent dolly smiles on her face and her usual striking green eyes were penetrating his eyes. She was looking breath taken.
• "No, But I have c.... Anyway how can I help you?" Mike asked, clearing his throat. He was wondering what brought her to his office. He didn't call her or gave her appointment.  It's 12pm, she's supposed to be in the class, and apart from that, he didn't have any unfinished business with her. 
• She closed the door, removed her bag from her shoulder and started walking towards him. Coming closer, her pen fell down.
• Mikes heart skipped immediately. It was just playing and unfolding like the dream he had. "This may be dream come true" He thought in his mind but within him, he knew he doesn't have the courage to approach and grab her like he did in the dream.
• There was a slight different display of assertion this time. Instead of bending to pick the pen, she stood low on her knee and picked it up like a well trained girl. He rubbed and ran down his palm with his two hands on his face. 
• She walked to the chair and sat down in the seat, in front of his desk. She crossed her leg and she unzipped her bag and reached into her folder, seemingly unaware that her tiny white plaid pants was on view as her skirt slid up to her toned thighs.
• "I was wondering if we could.... like . .. I don't know.... I mean, talk about the essay you gave as an assignment which we will submit on Tuesday" She asked, stammering, avoiding his gaze. Mike nodded.
• "I will be happy to quide you on where you are confused and answer any question you may have." Mike replied and Jennifer sighed and rolled her eyes, gaining her composure.
• "Well sir. I'm afraid that I may not do well in your course. I don't want to fail your class. On my last test. I didn't do well. On my paper you wrote, "Undetailed Description With No Sense Of Art History."
• Jennifer said, curling her manicured fingers along with the quote.
• This time, Mike felt guilty. He sighed, perhaps is his attempts to be very strictly professional to her, he had been harsh.
• "So, what do you want me to do for You?" Mike asked, getting his cold voice back. Unannounced, Jennifer stood up from the seat and walked over to the right side of his desk.
• "Oh dear God, Come and save your son. I can't deal with this one my own." Mike muttered under his breath as Jenifer bent over and put her elbow on the desk.
• It was clear she knows what she was doing but she was trying to lunch it in way it won't be suspectic. She knew that Mike won't have them today, so she came to talk and have some lovely moments with him. Talking to him as she was doing at the moment had already satisfied her. Her skirt was so short, that Mike began to see the curve of her ass. 
• "I feel like I was trying my best, I had a fair start but I don't really know where to go from here." Jenifer said but Mike could no longer hear or pay attention to what she was trying to explain. His mind was on the incredible sexy body that was displaying in front of his desk.
• Jennifer brought out her paper and began to mull over what she had written so far. The topic on the textbook required making some form of historical argument, using archaic, hellenistic greek art piece as evidence.
• She have an ideal of what she was trying to explain but she didn't know how she could put it through in an understandable way. Few moments later, she noticed she was no longer getting any response from Mike. She stopped, glanced at him, and realized he was not paying attention to her. All his gaze and mind was fixed on her short skirt.