Thread: The Lust Between Professor and Student [WS & Min]

There had never really been a line between being absolutely bored and well, losing your mind, because generally the first of the two led you to the latter. However, even though her studies were boring boring boring, her professor on the other hand was anything but. She smiled to herself, the female having things entirely figured out in her mind, although she didn't particularly plan on borderline failing his class, it just simply happened , because among the parties, the boys, more parties, and other classes, English Literature was not her favorite. The female was an arts major for Christ's Sake, and having to take this class by natural default was just unfortunate, chin resting in the palm of her hand as her pink lips pushed together faintly. There were about, maybe, four other girls in this class, while the rest were males, who naturally made themselves known in gawking at the eye candy of the class To put it quite frankly, Daisy believed the other females of this class were merely being whiny little brats because their infatuations didn't give them the time of day, rather, they let their eyes stay put on the blond here. Quite frankly, the girl was beautiful, without being a product of doctor manipulation to enhance a thing, it bothered some people while the rest found themselves engulfed in it. Basking in beauty , if you will. Honey brown eyes that had flickers of green moving upward to the ceiling before dropping down to a male beside her who didn't mind to scoot his chair just a bit closer, she rolled her eyes and mentally reminded herself so long as he didn't pull anything stupid, it was totally fine. Bangs dusting over her eyelids and just a little of her cheekbones, the female recrossed her legs in an expertly fashion, because she had picked this particular seat for a reason and made sure no one else decided to take it. For you see, with the span of the large room, it's seats going downward at a slant, only to leave all eyes on their teacher and his eyes roaming through the rows of seats either empty or filled, where she sat gave him perfect vision of her sun kissed figure, more specifically her legs. These were the legs of a high school volleyball player, the girl who was and still is surrounded by a group of other girls, the cream of that crop and the one you could just barely get your hands on no matter how hard you tried. Although there were a few who had managed, they were the lucky ones, while the rest remained on the edges of the fishbowl, occasionally daring to get closer and closer. The pretty May weather outside leaving a soft smile on her lips, turning to look at the other male beside her, he was obviously a bit more confident in himself than the other was, leaning close to her and whispering something into her ear that obviously caused her smile to grow wider. There was a party tonight and evidently there was a phone number in that small slip of paper he had slid onto the span of table, trying not to be obvious in the fact that the phone number was his. Looking him over and sliding the phone number into her bag, it wasn't particularly one she wanted, eyes lingering back to mister McGinnis, there was a lot more things she wanted from that man than just his phone number. Denim cut off skirt holding on to her lower half, her firm legs remained crossed as she leaned forward lightly, entirely bored although entertained by their male teacher as he moved about the room, reading from the book she really didn't have time to remember, or even read for that matter. This was why she would be staying after class today. Light brown Ugg boots that stopped at shin length moving slightly as he closed the book, it only meant just a few more minutes until the class would clear out and grumble about having a paper due next week. A black tank top covered by a light blue pull over hoodie on her lower half, even with the hoodie on, it was apparent that the nineteen year old was well filled as far as her chest went, only adding more of an appeal to her curvy figure. Loose curls of hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned forward and began to gather her things, there were several offers of help that were turned down with a pretty smile and a 'No thank you', standing to her feet after setting her things accordingly on the table and moving down the center stairs instead of heading upwards toward the doors. Her eyes were locked on mister Topher McGinnis, Daisy Santos was a female on a mission Truth be told, she was quite a bit spoiled and was fond of getting what she wanted. Then again, what woman wasn't? There was always an aura about Daisy that left her being portrayed as the innocent bystander to a lot of things, because after all a beautiful girl couldn't be that dangerous, right? Wrong. Mister McGinnis? I need to talk to you about my grade. listu