Professor, Please!

By Lillian Hanes

It's the end of another school year, and Professor Lane is having mixed feelings. He's looking forward to his summer sabbatical, but he dreads saying goodbye to his favorite student. Ashley is as smart as she is beautiful, and although she isn't even planning to get a degree in his department, she signed up for two -- two! -- of Professor Lane's classes. Her rapt attention in class makes him feel as if he has something worth saying. More than that, she makes him feel like a man. He thinks about her constantly, in situations inappropriate for a professor to imagine, and dreams about what he'd like to do with her.

When Ashley asks for help on her end-of-term paper, Professor Lane gladly offers his assistance. Little does he realize, however, that Ashley has something specific in mind: she is on a quest for knowledge about sex, and she wants Professor Lane to teach her everything.

Both professor and student know a relationship is forbidden, but can they deny their desires? With the semester ending soon, it's now or never.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lillian Hanes
• Release date: May 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310181221

Lillian Hanes

Lillian L Hanes is 24 years old and lives in Arizona with her boyfriend of several years. She works as a massage therapist, is a self-proclaimed optimist, and has a small but significant collection of parrotlets. She is irrationally addicted to upcycling and is a big fan of Betz White. Aside from this small domestic obsession, she has a wildly dirty imagination and uses writing as an outlet to play with her ideas.

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PROFESSOR, PLEASE!

By

Lillian L Hanes

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Professor, Please!

Copyright © 2014 Lillian L Hanes

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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The first time Professor Lane saw Ashley, she sat in the front row of an Ethics in Medicine course. Since it was a requirement for all pre-med students, it had the highest rate of enrollment within the Department of Philosophy. Despite that, he hoped some of the things he lectured on made it through to his students, even if it was only a handful. He could dream.

The second time he saw Ashley was in his Applied Philosophy class the following semester. That was a surprise: she didn’t need anything else in his department. When he saw her, he recalled the rapt attention she had paid him during Ethics in Medicine. He remembered the way she watched him from her front-row seat – her green eyes bright with wonder, her full lips pursed in thought – as if he were saying the most fascinating things. Not even his own philosophy students paid that much attention these days.

Now the semester of Applied Philosophy was nearly over, but she was still as fascinated as ever. That surprised him, too. She engaged in discussions, always came to class on time, and turned in all of her assignments early. An ideal student. Even better, she didn’t insist on coming to class wearing pajama pants, like so many other girls had started to do recently. With her fitted blouses and knee-length skirts, her auburn hair smoothly tied back, she didn't fit in with her childish and sometimes petulant classmates. He appreciated the view of her legs and the curve of her bust, though he forced himself not to think about that.

While giving the last lecture before final exams, he worried about the possibility of not seeing Ashley again. She was pre-med after all and didn’t need any more classes in his department. He tried not to care, but his gaze was always drawn to her: her expression, her eyes, her lips, her body. It was getting harder for him to look away. He could only hope she didn’t notice the color in his cheeks or the sweat on his brow. Maybe it was a good thing if he never saw her again. He’d known colleagues who got involved when they shouldn’t, and he had sworn he would never make the same mistake.

Just one more lecture. Now even that was coming to a close.

All right, everybody, he said once the discussion seemed like it was at a good stopping point. He always reserved the last two lectures for a discussion on the philosophy of sex, though with Ashley right in front of him, and given the effect she had on him, he wondered if that had been the wisest choice. I think that’s a good way to end the semester. Although remember that you all still have your final papers to turn in by the end of next week. Any topic through today is fine, as long as it follows the guidelines in the syllabus. If you have any questions, you probably should have asked them already, but you can always email me. Okay?

Okay, came the collective murmur. He doubted anyone had started, or would even start at a reasonable time. All the questions would start to arrive on Thursday evening."

He dismissed them with a final goodbye and some well-wishes for a good summer. The class started to shuffle out as he picked up his notes. When he looked up again, he saw that only one student remained: Ashley. Of course it was Ashley. Just as he was starting to shake away his thoughts of her, she appeared right in front