I Seduced My Lecturer

Hey Swēt, I have a confession. I set my eyes on a man half the women in that class wanted, and I made sure I was the one who got him.

Mr. Ranti taught the evening lessons at the tutorial centre I signed up to, and let me tell you, his class was always full, not really for the lessons, but for him. Young, fine, that easy confidence, and a whole room of grown women would hang on his every word like he was preaching. I'm a small girl, God gave me an okay face but a shape that tends to enter a room before I do, and I decided that shape was going to get his attention or die trying.

So I did the absolute most. Front seat every lesson, laughing a bit too hard at his jokes, hanging back to 'ask a question about the last topic.' For weeks he stayed professional, friendly to everyone and special to no one, and it drove me mad. But I made sure of one thing: that man knew my name.

My chance came on an evening the sky just opened. Lessons had ended, everyone scattered fast to beat the rain, and me, I dragged my feet on purpose. By the time I stepped out the downpour was mad, no bus, no bike, nothing, so I ran back inside. The centre was empty but he was there working on something, and when I appeared dripping at his door he told me to come in from the cold, and put the kettle on for tea.

He was complaining that I'm shivering, so he carried one of the shirts he keeps and told me to change in the toilet. I knew this was my chance, so I came back out braless, hard nipples and extremely wet. My boobs were very obvious in that cloth. He gave me the tea, and I just held his hand and went on about how he is so warm then pulled it to my chest to show him how cold I am.