Professor Lumpkin

He was an emotional guy; he always was. When he felt happy, he showed it and would make others feel great as was the opposite and he could make others feel bad or empathize.

He found her weakness and wasn’t seeking it out. She stepped up and comforted him. She tried to make him feel much better about himself and gave him a long sympathetic hug. The full figured teacher, who wore a thin knit top with a modest v-neck cut held Kip in her arms. He felt her soft full body. At first he felt ‘nothing’ but the she squeezed him and said, “Awwww dear Kip, it will be okay. It will be fine Kip.”

He felt her bosoms and that felt odd. But he looked at them from an angle as she hugged him. Seeing cleavage peering from inside her v-neck top, he grabbed her from the sides himself and hugged her back only to say, “Mmmm, thank you Ms. Lumpkin” in a quiet voice.

Hugging him a little bit tighter and feeling bad for him “Thank me for what Kip?” What do you mean by that? She thought she knew and she was ready to let him know.

“Well, umm uhhh I guess uhhh I felt as if uhhh well it felt uhh, umm that the hug just felt uhhh reassuring.” He tried not to express some true inner feelings that came out. Her hug she gave him made him feel like he was getting something he would never expect from a teacher.

In fact, he thought to himself as he looked down but without moving his head, he glanced up with his eyes only and looked at her body a little too. She saw his eyes peer upwards which told her “Maybe there is some definite interest in me.”

“Was my hug a bit too much Kip? I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. I guess I felt bad for you and the whole situation made me feel bad too. I am truly sorry if I made you feel bad dear.”

There was the word ‘dear’ again. It made him feel awkward but on the other hand he was likening to the term as well.

“Umm, ohhh uhhh no mam I don’t think so at all mam. I guess I feel as though although you appear to act differently in class, I don’t get that sense about you at all here. I don’t get a feeling of that about you at all. In fact, you seem as though you are uhh very nice, uhhh well I don’t understand why you put on a different uhhh personality in class. What I mean to say Ms. Lumpkin is that, well uhhh I see you as a very warm and likeable person. The hug was ummm well it was very nice I guess and well ummm I guess I liked it maybe more then I uhhh should have.”

“Pardon me Mr. Quaker? What is meant by that? I’m not sure I understand what you mean by ‘you liked it more then you should have’. Is there some implication to that I don’t understand?”

He felt bad and sorry for what he said. He looked down, but immediately she put her fingers underneath his chin, lifting up his head, and she gave him the most heartwarming smile he saw in the four months he had been at college.

Again feelings began to sprout that he would never think would develop for a teacher. There once was another woman just after he turned 18 who that at 30 years of age at a department store he worked for made him feel similar. He worked as a stock boy, then as a supervisor in the stock room. As a supervisor he answered to the woman. She carried a positive approach that many people in the store liked a lot. She took a liking to Kip and she tried becoming close to him. She tried to flirt a bit with him too. Nobody noticed, but he liked her positive approach and was blind to her flirting. He still stays in touch with her. Once when he did a superb job on one task, she gave him accolades and a huge hug. He was turned on, but didn’t realize the feelings until later.

“It’s okay Kip, it is okay dear. It really is Kip. Do not get upset with yourself. You are a good person Kip you really are and I see many things about you that I adore. Now sit down here next to me. I want to show you a few ideas and things.”

So Kip sat beside her at her desk. Going over basic concepts and notes, he could see a nice view of her breasts, but felt great just sitting by her. “Do you understand these concepts Kip” she asked him delightfully. He said yes. She went onto show him things about other concepts but it was difficult for him to concentrate on them, so she backed away from the desk so he could scoot in closer and see the equations she described.

As she pushed her chair away and he pulled his chair sideways inside of her, he sat on the edge of his chair while she leaned around his right side. Her large breasts hung down a bit so that her ‘tunnel’ was visible to Kip if he peered over to his right when he desired; he easily could look right down into her ‘valley of lust’ through the top of the shirt.

“Kip, look at me, what is your answer?”

When he turned around he did exactly as she hoped he might and initially checked out her tunneling lobes but rapidly looked up at her face. Noticing how they hung out more then expected, he accidentally let his eyes sweep back down at them. He looked right back at her. She was smiling pretty as a peach.

He blushed because he felt as if he was guilty for looking at her fine marmalade melons. He had no clue his taking a peek didn’t bother her one iota. “Oh that’s okay dear, I get that often. I guess it’s never bothered me too much. It makes a woman feel special.”

Curiosity showed on his face. He wondered why she’d tell him that. He wondered if she’d mind it if he did look again at her valuable assets. “Mom has that same figured but that never ever seemed to distract me” he thought.

He quickly looked again as she pulled her hair back, but her eyes peered at him while his eyes peered at her burrowing delicacy. He had to get a hold of himself. He knew it. She smiled with delight while she saw his eyes, not his head, gaze into them.

“Yes, they are precious”, she said softly and sweetly. I have no qualms when I get those glances. It’s just part of life.” “Guys, and sometimes a girl or two, gaze and get embarrassed that they think they’ve been caught looking. It’s okay Kip. I don’t mind a bit.” “Everyone looks Ms. Lumpkin, ummm isn’t that considered a little demeaning?”

“Ohh never is it demeaning. I am a very intelligent woman. My grades were impeccable. School was important. Athletics were a lot of fun. But like you I found academics to be seriously important to me also. That speaks for itself. When I first started out as a teacher Kip, I wore business suits thinking life was serious. Day to day I felt I had to be sharp and everything required an anal approach to it. I had to be serious, I thought, but about 2 years ago something nice happened to me that I’ll never forget.”

“What was that”, Kip asked while again peering down at her Jelly stone peaks.

“You do like these don’t you? Isn’t that nice you have a teacher such as me that doesn’t mind? It’s nice someone else appreciates beauty in different forms. Anyways I had difficulty in a masters program I took. A guidance counselor at the time, 10 years my senior, came to my aid. He assisted me and taught me some life lessons that made me come to realize you mustn’t take it all so serious. Yes you have to stay the course, but Kip dear you have to know when it is time to enjoy life’s pleasures.”

Thinking as she said that he thought, “Like those beautiful succulent babies.”

“Kip you are really mesmerized by my physique, aren’t you? Maybe this is not a good time and maybe I should change my top. It seems as if you and I aren’t getting anywhere. What do you think?”

“No, no I’m sorry Ms. Lumpkin; I won’t let this distract me again.”

“No Kip, I’ll go and change. It will fine, this way you and I can get it on; I’m sorry, I didn’t say that correctly at all”, as she quickly laughed at her slip of the tongue. “You and I can get on with understanding the remainder of those concepts before I schedule you a tutor.”

He definitely liked how she put it, although he didn’t initially see himself doing anything with a teacher who was 30 years old and shapely like his mom with her plus size figure. However, she was much, much younger and a little prettier then his mom too, and she was not mom for that matter at all.

“Cool, I’m in college and a teacher is uhh maybe coming on to me? Nahhh, no way, this is just coincidence” he thought.

She came out in a sleeveless collared button down acrylic blend blouse. It wasn’t a see-through. It wasn’t sexy like the knit top was, however it was tight and if he was fortunate enough, he could get a view of her bra covered tits through her sleeves at her armpits.

She didn’t say a word, but she figured if she was lucky, she’d be able to seduce him for at least a quickie or better. Life was way to short, he liked her tits, he started liking her because she wasn’t as gruff as she was in class. Looking at her overall, she actually had lots of merit physically. She waited for him, hopefully, to make his move.

They went over a few more complicated equations. He had difficulty because these were advanced ones. She moved in tighter bumping her breasts up against his elbow or the back of his upper arm, all by accident.

“Oooops, excuse me sir, didn’t mean to do that!” She’d go on instructing him, but she’d bump his arm again and he’d feel embarrassed again as he pulled his arm away but liked it just the same. “Oops, sorry dear”, she said frequently.

“It’s okay Ms. Lumpkin. I guess it’s a part of war, isn’t it?” He smiled because he thought he was being funny and he was becoming increasingly comfortable with her.

“That was funny Kip, it really was. In addition to being smart as a whip, you’re funny, and a handsome guy to boot.”

That caught him off guard. It caught him way off guard. His teacher called him handsome. “Meaning I am a good-looking guy to an older woman? No way, why would an older woman think I’m good-looking?”