The Lesson Part I-B Clearing his throat, Professor Finicky stated "This is the fourth time you've been unprepared for a class reading. Is there anything I should be aware of?" Christina once again blushed, having not taken her eyes off of the bulging package in Professor Finicky's kaki's. She remained silent, gently rubbing her top row of teeth over her bottom lip.

"I wonder if he's wearing boxers" she pondered. After a long, uncomfortable silence, Professor Finicky spoke. "I also noticed that the hem of your skirt looks rather fresh. You haven't taken it up recently, have you?" Christina's eyes finally broke free and met Professor Finicky's. "Of... of course not" she managed. Professor Finicky opened his desk drawer and produced a measuring tape. "I'm sorry, Christina. I'll have to measure the height of it above your knee." He then placed the measuring tape on the inside of Christina's knee. He smoothed the curly paper tape against her warm, soft thigh. His heart fluttered as his fingers glided over her cotton clad flesh. His initial attempts were true, but later, he attempted to make it appear as though he was still smoothing the stubborn, paper tape. He indeed was caressing the softness of Christina's stocking.

His hand gently glided over her knee sock. It's an old trick, he though to himself, stretch the socks higher, above the knees, so you can raise the hem.. With that though, his eyes traveled higher to the soft, creamy thigh that was now in full view, above the stocking.

He felt a stirring, deep down inside, and he once again straightened out the tape, his fingers slowly, lightly, caressing the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh. His head was pounding. The numbers on the tape made no sense at all. He felt Christina's soft, smooth skin warming to his touch.

He sat, motionless staring at his hand as it was now, out of sight, under her dress. She now began breathing breathing slowly and deeply. Her face was flushed, her eyes, fixed on his, in a dreamy sort of fashion.

Slowly his eyes traveled down to her luscious breasts. Her nipples were hard and pushing through the thin cotton fiber. Seeing the red outline of her aureole only intensified the fire he felt growing inside of him.

Christina put her hand on the desk to support her weight.

Professor Finicky, his eyes locked on her tantalizing bosom, heard the soft swish of a leather sole as Christina's foot slid suddenly farther out from under her. She quickly regained her balance with the hand she had just rested on his desk.

But not soon enough. He felt his hand glide up her smooth, silky thigh as she slipped. It was now firmly placed between her soft, velvety thighs. His fingers clearly straddling her love button. Fully aroused, Christina gazed down into Professor Finicky's eyes. He could feel the wet spot in her thin panties.

Slowly, instinctively, he began to massage her personal place. His middle finger, delicately positioned over her wet spot, he felt his passions flare as she became wetter and slipperier by the second.

Soon, he was overtaken by his passions.

In one steady stroke, he was able to move the thin material aside so he slide his finger across her wet, wanton lips. Christina shuddered as he slowly inserted his finger. Just to the first knuckle, so he could savor the moment. Christina bore down on his finger. He felt her tighten around it as he slowly inserted it further. She parted her thighs even further, beckoning him to do more.

He then inserted his finger all the way in and then slowly withdrew it, bending the tip, looking for her G spot. Professor Finicky felt Christina flinch, so he repeated the last movement, over and over. Christina then stepped back and slipped her panties off, hung them on Professor Finicky's glasses, and perched on the edge of his desk. He drew in her scent and felt himself stiffen against the confines of his Dockers, aching to free himself, Professor Finicky stared into the now parted thighs, lusting over her neatly shaved softness. A wisp of hair remained above, as if directing him to make his next move. Professor Finicky leaned forward while removing his glasses and kissed Christina's inner thigh. She drew in a long, deep breath as she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Professor Finicky continued to kiss her thighs, toying and nipping them as he moved along. Her scent was intoxicating Professor Finicky.

Christina leaned back even further, presenting herself to him. Professor Finicky's mouth, slightly parted, kissed Christina between her burning thighs. She thought she was going to gush all over him as he teased her personal place with his tongue.

Christina wiggled and squirmed in an effort to position herself below his now flicking tongue