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After classes, it was my first day on the math team, and Prof. Jane confronts as soon as I walk into her classroom.
"I missed you in class yesterday." Was that sadness in her voice, or just a concerned teacher?
"Sorry, I was sick. I barely made it in for one of my finals. I’ll be there for your class tomorrow," I sincerely promise.
She gives a funny look, and it was too late when I rember that I’d made the switch in her that makes her wet whenever I speak. I’m going to have to be careful. I’m not worried about forcing the professor to do anything she doesn’t want to; but then again Tina has convinced that she still has free will. Today she is wearing a knee length skirt, and a white blouse that is getting stretched taut by her large bosom. Her dark hair is mostly down, with so of it pulled back.
I et the other students on the team, Tony, John, and Phillip. I know them well enough by reputation, all of them are pretty smart. Tony is wearing large thick glasses that make his eyes look really small. John is rather heavyset, and Phillip’s acne is so bad, his face looks more like the surface of the moon, than anything else. None of them are popular, but then again, neither am I.
Professor Jane asks us practice questions, and I let the other three answer most of them, trying to keep my voice from affecting the professor. I do answer a number of questions when the others are stumped, but try to be as quiet as possible, constantly monitoring Prof. Jane’s ’horny’ switch.
When none of us knows the answer, our coach goes over the math problem with us.
During the practice, I decide to help out my fellow teammates. As I had done for Mrs. Stilinski, I turn up John’s tabolism, and then turned down Phillip’s acne and try to regenerate his skin, but that switch won’t form. For Tony, I adjust his eyesight a little, not wanting to cause him any stress if his eyes suddenly work, and his glasses fail. I figure if I work with him slowly over ti, it’ll work out best.
Practice is over before I know it. I’m walking out of the room, when Prof. Jane stops .
"Mr Smith, stay for mont, will you? I want to talk to you about your performance."
Uh-oh. "..." "..."
I turn around, and sit back in the chair I’d used while she drilled us on her math equations. She sits on the edge of her desk, and crosses her legs. Taking her large glasses off of her nose, she sticks one earpiece in her mouth as she looks at . The silence seems to drag on, and I start fidgeting in my seat, wondering what will happen next. I can feel my palms grow sweaty, as I try to consider the possibilities.
Have I talked too much? I honestly tried not to. I check her ’horny’ switch and it is turned up, but not extrely so.
"You need to have more confidence in yourself," she tells , finally breaking the silence. She takes a deep breath, and I watch as one of the buttons on her shirt looks perilously close to snapping, and freeing her big bosom. I can easily make out the lacy white bra underneath. I have no doubt that her students have enjoyed her outfit today. For only a small mont, I’m jealous of her other students, but I imdiately realize I was being foolish.
"More confidence?" I ask dumbly, my mind unable to switch gears.
"Yes. I know how smart you are, Nick. You knew every one of those questions that the others got, but you waited to answer. This is a competition, and the quickest one to answer, gets the points. You need to have more faith in yourself, and answer sooner. Don’t hesitate. Take what you want, and forget about the consequences. . ."
She trails off, and suddenly I’m wondering if we’re still talking about the math team.
She gives herself a little shake, and then continues talking.
"Our first competition is after the holiday break. Do you think you can work on your confidence in that ti?"
I nod, still not wanting to talk too much. And apparently, that was the wrong thing to do.
"See, that’s what I’m talking about. Don’t just nod at ; Tell your answer," she demands in a tone that brooks no argunt.
"Yes, professor," I say, trying to sound confidant.
"Yes, what?" She is making talk more and more, and with each word, I can feel her ’wet pussy’ switch move, and gradually her ’horny’ switch is moving as well.
"Yes, I will work on my confidence." I try to say it quietly, yet confidently. I failed.
"I can’t hear you," she coos, and I wonder what is going through her mind.
Fuck it! "I WILL BE MORE CONFIDANT," I nearly scream, and she smiles pleasantly.
"Do I intimidate you?" This question completely throws off.
"I-intimidate ?" I ask, flustered.
"I don’t see you with girls or even a girlfriend. I know what other students think of . I’d have to be blind to miss all the stares I get. So, I’ll ask you again: do I intimidate you?"
She doesn’t see with girls? If only she knew what the last week has been like for !
But I can’t tell HER that, of course.
"You are attractive, Professor Jane," I hedge, not sure where she’s going with this, "but I think I do alright with the girls."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" The question almost sounds more like an accusation, than a curiosity.
I thought about Stephanie, but she had made it clear we are just REALLY good friends. Tina will say yes if I ask her, but I know, I’m not ready to commit to her.
"No," I finally answer, hearing the sullen tone in my voice, and cursing myself for it.
She is chewing her earpiece again, as she gives a penetrating stare. I wonder if all won practice that look, or if it just cos naturally to them.
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