I looked helplessly at the hundreds of photos spread out on the floor, wondering if we can get this publication completed before Monday’s deadline. I was starting to hate being a publications’ advisor. The only thing that kept me going was sitting on the floor in front of me, dressed in pair of unbelievably tight denim cut-offs and a baby blue tank top. It did nothing to hide her charms from me. She knew it too.

She was Stephanie, a 19-year-old senior who transferred last year into my class - a natural editor, leader and hard-on maker. The first day I met this half-white, half-Korean beauty, I had to hide behind my desk to keep her from seeing my pants tent up. She could give a dead man a heart attack with the way her nipples pushed out of her uniform and skirt that hid her ass and showcased her beautiful legs.

Now three feet away from me with the denim creasing her pert ass and top barely hiding her chest, she gets up and stretches herself. I couldn’t help but stare. Stephanie bends at the waist, shoving her ass inches from my nose, so close to touch. She wiggles out of her shorts and sheds her tank top for a nearly transparent white bikini that definitely leaves nothing to the imagination. She dives in the pools’ deep end and swims the pool length underwater

“Mr. P, like what you see,” she asks as she pulls herself from the water and shakes the water from her hair all over me. I never knew water could feel so good.

“What do you think?” I respond as I can see wispy dark hairs protruding from her bikini bottom and hard nipples poking from the top. Bikinis like hers should be outlawed – dangerous to a man’s health and well-being. 

“I think you like it a lot, at least, judging from the woody you have in your shorts right now,” she laughs, knowing full well what effect she has on me. It started four months ago, before Christmas break.

I was in my classroom before school started when she caught me trying to rearrange my cock in my pants. It’s kind of a hard thing to do when you have a broken arm, but I manage OK and I always have more student help than I know what to with sometimes.

I was caught like a deer in headlights as she crossed the room and said, “Let me help you, Mr. P, with this.” Stephanie grabbed my swollen member in her petite hands and tucked it back into my boxers and zipped up my dress pants. I thought I was going to cum when she touched me, but I didn’t. Since then, the teasing, come-ons and flirting have only increased from her, especially since she knows what to say to make me hard. Today was the same, yet felt different.

“So what are you going to do about it? Or am I going to have to take care of it for you?”

“That’s up to you,” I respond so fast that I suddenly realized that I said too much. I see my family, friends, and co-workers anger, jealousy, fear flash before my eyes for being with somebody 11 years younger than me. Not Good, I thought, they wouldn’t understand – see what I