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Eager Beaver 1/2
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Eager Beaver
It was just another Monday, as the professor walked into the classroom.
The test scheduled for today was an important one for the students, but to
the teacher it was just another day. Professor Mac, as he was called by the
students, sometimes enjoyed test days better than regular ones however.
Since the course in human sexuality was one of the more popular ones on
campus, it was always full. But from Mac's point of view, it was the young
women who made the class enjoyable. He loved sex, whether it was talking
about it, watching it, doing it, reading about it, or teaching it. There
were often students in the class who knew nothing, young women who had never
been allowed to say the word 'sex' aloud without getting in trouble. He
loved watching them squirm when he talked in his animated way about "the
penis is inserted into the vagina with the natural lubrication available
from the walls of the vagina or when aided by some externally applied cremes
or jellys". He really couldn't talk about the cock and the pussy, although
he really felt that would more natural for these kids. He never said penis
when he was a kid and played "I'll show you if you show me" with Sally from
down the street.
Mac moved to the front of the tiered lecture hall and removed the test
papers from his briefcase. He looked up at the room full of expectant
faces, and realized that he especially liked test days because he would have
more time to look up the dresses of the girls as they bent over their exams
in concentration. They seldom looked up to see that he was bending or
moving to try to get the right angle to get a good squirrel shot. Mac
really didn't care for girls who wore shorts to class. He was not really
into legs as much as into pussies. Noticing that several of the girls were
wearing skirts today, Mac began to pass out the tests and called out the
instructions. He reminded them to do their own work, that exams were by
definition a mental masturbation and hence mutual masturbation and group
activities were not allowed during this hour although what they did at night
was up to them. Mac liked his little joke, and a few of the class tittered
about it, but some frowned. One girl in particular looked at Mac and he
could see some sort of fire light up in her eyes. Interestingly enough, she
was one of the ones wearing a fairly full skirt and he made a mental note of
where she was sitting so he could watch her during the test.
When he had finished distrbuting the tests, Mac told the students that
they could begin, and he began to pace slowly across the front of the room,
checking out the girls who had on skirts. He only half interestedly kept an
eye out for cheating. He noticed one girl sitting in a blue skirt that
almost came to her knees as she sat with her legs slightly apart. He
stepped in front of her and up one tier to get a better angle and was
rewarded with a good angle of view up her dress and between her legs. She
didn't quite have her legs open enough for Mac to see anything except where
her thighs came together, but it was early in the exam yet; she'd relax her
legs and they would open up as she concentrated more and more on her test.
Mac moved slowly up the tiers, crossed over a couple of rows of desks and
started back down. As he passed the girl who had had fire in her eyes
earlier at his masturbation joke, Mac noticed her name from the top of the
test, "E. Beaver". Mac remembered noticing the name on the rolls when the
semester started, but had been even more intrigued when he learned that
everyone called her 'Eager' or 'Eager Beaver', referring to her enthusiasm
for her studies he assumed. He didn't remember what the E might really
stand for. He thought the name was probably a lot of grief for the pretty
young girl since 'beaver' was a common slang word which meant both a female
person and a female's genitals.
Mac reached the bottom of the tiers and turned to face the class again
and realized with a start that Eager had crossed her legs in the figure 4 or
very open way that boys usually use and girls seldom use. He moved to his
left a half step to improve the angle, and as he got into perfect alignment,
Eager reached down under the desk top. She pulled the side of her skirt up
better than halfway up her thigh, and scratched an itch lazily. Mac almost
gasped aloud for the action allowed plenty of light to filter through and
illuminate her crotch which was visible through the opening beneath her
crossed leg. Mac could see a tremendous amount of skin, and strained to see
her panties, wondering what color they would be. He couldn't tell what
color panties she was wearing although he felt he should be seeing directly
to her triangle. "Perhaps they are a tan or beige color and hence flesh
like. Her hair color is dark enough that I should be able to see pussy hair
if she isn't wearing any panties," he thought. The area was open to enough
light that if she had been wearing black or a bright color or even white,
then he should have been able to see a panty triangle.
He stood still until she stopped scratching and returned her hand to the
desk top. To his great joy, she made no effort to pull her skirt down from
where it had risen while she scratched. She lifted her head, so Mac looked
her in the eyes for a second, seeing something unusual, but not knowing
exactly what. Then he looked away to check on the remainder of the class.
No one seemed to be cheating and he could see no better prospect for pussy
peeking so he didn't walk anymore. In a few seconds, he returned his gaze
to Eager, and she once again was staring at her paper. This time, the
amazing thing that happened was that as Mac watched closely, she inserted
her hand past an open button in her blouse and in a half scratch, and half
caress, grasped her un-confined tit. Then she gave the nipple a tweak and
removed her hand. Mac felt his heart rate rise. He wished that he had felt
his cock rise, but Mac had found that although he never had a problem
getting a hard-on as a result of direct sexual action or even porno movies
and books and sometimes sexy conversation, he had not had much of an
inclination to get a hard-on with simple squirrel shots or even in strip
joints or topless bars. There had been times when he was getting a good shot
up a woman's dress and she had been looking back at him when he had really
wanted to have a hard-on or at least part of one so that he could show her a
buldge in his crotch.
Eager uncrossed her legs and allowed them to spread slowly apart. Her
short legs didn't press her knees up much to allow much of a view in the
uncrossed position, but the action didn't cause her skirt to fall back down.
Mac started to fantasize about doing something with her. He had always want
to do something with one or maybe more of the young girls in his class, but
had not had any of them offer anything. He wasn't about to make the first
move and risk his job, but he wondered what he would do if one offered to
suck him off for an 'A' or to fuck him or to let him suck her. Or maybe to
show him her pussy and finger-fuck herself while he watched and jacked off
in return for a little better break on the curve. But it hadn't happened
yet, so he'd decided he'd cross that crack when he came on it, or whatever
the saying was.
Eager seemed unaware that he was watching her so intently. Indeed, she
seemed unaware that anyone might be looking at her. She placed her hand in
her lap, and Mac was dismayed that the action forced her skirt to press down
between her legs to hide her crotch. Then he watched in amazement as Eager
began to move her hand in her lap. He realized suddenly that she was either
scratching an itch in her pussy or was slowly and gently playing with
herself. Although Mac barely noticed, Eager looked to her left and read the
answer that the student sitting next to her had just written. She returned
her gaze to her paper, and lifted her pussy playing hand from her lap and
placed her hand to her lips. She rubbed the underside of her nose gently
with her index finger and Mac thought, "I'll bet she is smelling her finger
to see if she can smell her pussy where she was playing with it."
Eager then reached down and tugged at her skirt and squirmed in the
seat, pulling her skirt about half way up her thighs on both sides, and then
she turned slightly in the seat and pulled her left leg up, putting her left
foot with her in the seat and raising her left knee high in the air. She
wrapped her left arm around the knee and leaned her head on her knee and
began to write on her test. Mac almost exclaimed aloud. He stepped to his
right and almost fell off the tier. From his new vantage point, Mac could
see up Eager's dress completely. He realized that she had no panties on and
with an unbelievable rush, realized that the reason that he had not seen her
pussy hair earlier was because Eager had a completely smooth pussy. Every
hair had been lovingly removed to leave behind a soft, silky mons punctuated
by the slit of her cunt. Eager seemed not to notice that her pussy was now
so visible, and she turned her head to the right and began to read the test
of the student to her right. As she read, she dropped her left arm from
around her leg and her hand found its way around the outside of her thigh
and she touched her pussy gently with her fingers. Working her fingers back
and forth, she pried apart the labia, and Mac could see the gleam of
reflected light from the moisture which was trapped in her slit.
Suddenly, Mac realized that he had been staring at her beautify pussy
for a long time and that he was practically holding his breath. Quickly he
looked around and fortunately no one seemed to be looking at him. When he
returned his gaze to Eager, he noticed that she was reading the paper of the
student to her right, and still playing with her pussy. She wasn't quite
fingerfucking herself, rather she was just sort of stroking her labia, and
even seemed to be ignoring her clit. Mac couldn't decide what to do about
her obvious cheating. He couldn't allow her to do that, for while his ethics
allowed him to fuck around on his wife, they did not allow for cheating.
Yet, she was showing him the prettiest pussy that he had seen since he was
14, and the events were practically everything that he had been dreaming of.
He realized too that he did in fact have a partial hard-on, caused mainly
from watching her play with her pusssy. Mac crossed to the desk, removed a
piece of paper from his briefcase, and wrote a note to Miss Beaver.
"Dear Miss Beaver:", it began. "Please stay after the exam as I must have
a serious discussion with you." Mac hesitated, then signed the note, "Prof.
McBride". He folded it once and wrote "E. Beaver" on the outside. He
looked up just as Eager took her leg down from the chair and his potential
for a good view went away. Mac waited until there were only 10 minutes left
in the exam period, and then he walked up to Eager's desk and laid the note
on the edge of the desk. Then he return to the front of the room and
waited. He wondered why he had gotten no more shots up any dresses. Then
he decided that after seeing Eager's hairless pussy, any other shot would
have seemed dull and perhaps he just hadn't noticed. Finally the bell rang,
and all the students were up like a shot. They passed in front of Mac and
handed him their papers. Mac fancied that one girl had sort of winked at
him, but all that he could think about was Eager still sitting in her desk.
When everyone else had left, Mac steppep up on tier and stopped in the
spot where he had been standing when she was playing with her pussy. "I'm
afraid that you have a problem, Miss Beaver," he began. "You see, I saw you
looking on other peoples papers during the test."
"Oh!" said Eager. "But I wasn't cheating. I had already answered the
question and was just curious what Mark had to say on that question. You
can look at Mark's paper. You can see that none of my answers are like his.
I also looked over here to the right to Dave's paper, but none of my answers
are like his either."
"Then why were you reading them? You were taking a chance on getting
thrown out of the class," Mac responded.
"I get so turned on in this class," she replied. "I love to read what
people write about their sex lives."
"Oh, that must have been question one about when people thought it was
okay to have sex for the first time," Mac offered.
"Yeah. Mark said that he thought it would be okay to fuck when you are
in love, whether you are married or not. Dave thought that you wanted to
know age to fuck, so he answered that he didn't think 18 was necessary that
the age to allow fucking should be about 15." She looked pensive. "I
figured you wanted some good shit, so I said any fuck without permission is
bad, all of the rest are okay, regardless of age, marriage status, or level
of emotional attachment."
"You really believe that?" asked Mac.
"Sure, don't you?" she asked in return.
"Well, sorta, I guess," Mac said. "But it really is a little more
complicated than that. But back to the point, what are we going to do about
this looking at other peoples papers? I suspect other people saw you too."
"Well, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke." she snapped. "Anyway, I
wasn't cheating, and if you'll read the tests, then you'll see. Besides, I
love getting turned on in this class cause I don't have a class next hour,
and I often go jack-off cause I'm so turned on, and reading this shit from
other people turns me on."
"Who are you going to jack-off?" Mac asked.
"Myself, unless you want to do it for me to help you forget that you are
worried about nothing." Eager smiled coyly as she said the last part.
"I thought the term 'jack-off' referred to what guys do," Mac said.
"It does," she replied. "But some of my girlfriends and I decided that
the terms works pretty well for us too, and is easier to say than
'fingerfuck myself till I cum'."
"Um, okay." Mac said. "Wait! What did you say about my helping you?"
"I just thought," she said, "that you are such a sexy guy and all and
perhaps you'd like to help me get off. You contributed a lot to getting me
horny, talking about the 'techniques of oral sex' and all like you do."
"I shouldn't do anything with you," Mac said, but his cock gave him away
and performed as he had always dreamed. As the image of touching that
smooth pussy and feeling the soft skin of her inner labia floated across his
mind, his hard-on returned with a definite buldge for Eager to notice. And
she did notice. She rose from the desk, and faced Mac. She was so short
that they stood eye to eye and she was up two tiers.
"I can tell that your body is interested," she said with a sly grin.
"Come on, I owe it to you so that you can quit worrying about my looking at
other people's papers."
She came down the tiers and stood next to Mac. She reached out her hand
and touched his hard-on through his pants. Mac felt his cock give an
answering jump at the heat of her touch. Mac knew he was going to give in.
"Let's go to your office," she said as she rubbed the front of his
pants. Mac walked slowly backwards toward the desk. Finally he bumped in it,
almost falling over backwards. Eager giggled but continued to stroke his
cock. Mac closed the exam papers into his briefcase and locked the case's
locks. Then he and Eager left the classroom. Eager finally removed her
hand from his cock as they went out the door.
Professor Mac and Eager moved along the corridor after leaving the
classroom. Mac's head was pounding and so was his cock. The idea that the
sweet young thing was going to his office with him with the intention of
something sexual was incredible. Mac could feel his cock pressing against
the front of his pants trying to rise to point the way. For once, he wished
that it would wait; he didn't want any of the other faculty to notice.
Eager was smiling as she imagined how Professor Mac was going to look on
his knees, tongue inserted in her wet and hot pussy. Then she smiled even
more as she imagined how it was going to feel. She hoped that he wasn't one
of those old farts that didn't eat pussy. If he was, then she was really
going to be pissed. She loved having a tongue rolling around in and on her
pussy and sometimes preferred it to fucking. She kept her pussy shaved for
just that reason and now she expected Professer McBride to give her a new
thrill. She'd made it with other guys before, but never with a really older
man. Not that Professor Mac was all that old, but she was so young, and he
was, well, middle aged. She guess that he was in his late thirties to early
forties. Glancing at his salt and pepper hair, she thought, "At least he's
not bald." Then correcting herself she thought, "But I'd do it with him
anyway even if he was 'cause I have a bald pussy and I've never done a
college professor before."
The hard-on in Mac's pants was trying to creep around to the side so
that it could stick up instead of being held down by his pants. Mac wore
loose boxer underwear, not because he was "middle-aged" but so that his
hard-ons would show instead of being held down by 'briefs'. He also found
them cooler and they let his dick plop around which he could feel sometimes
when he walked. Mac was not a 'hanger' but was a 'grower'. At least that
is what one of his girlfriends had told him. She had said that a 'hanger'
was a guy whose cock hung big but didn't grow much when he got a hard-on.
She had said that a 'grower' was a guy that had a little dick until he got a
hard-on and then it 'grew' to be as big as the 'hanger' on hard. Mac wasn't
sure which was better but his honey had seemed satisfied that his was big
enough for her. Mac had never really been ashamed of his cock with a woman
for it was usually hard and big enough. In the shower at physical education
in school, it had seemed tiny though and he sometimes was unsure of whether
he should be ashamed or not until he had had the 'hanger' and 'grower'
explanation. Occassionally, he wished that he were more of a hanger.
Today, he wished he'd worn jockey shorts to hold his hard-on down.
Just as that thought passed through his mind, Mrs. Sug and one of her
students came around the corner and began walking toward Eager and Mac. Mac
tried to figure out how to hide his bulging crotch. But they passed by
without seeming to notice. Mac thought he saw Mrs. Sug glance down but if
so it was so fleeting as to make him unsure whether he saw it or not.
[End of Part 1]
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