Busty

An excerpt from Busty

Busty sat on the edge of the desk, looking around the professor's little office absently. "I could prepare your handouts for class you," she said. "I can work a mimeograph machine."

"That's great," Professor Reubens said. "I'd like the help." She wanted so badly for Professor Reubens to like her that she didn't know what to say.

"Listen, Karen—" he said in a low tone.

"You can call me 'Busty,'" she said. "Everyone does."

The older man smiled. "Okay," he said. "Busty, I think you've got potential. I really do. You're a smart girl... with a lot of... a lot of talent and... and brains."

Busty's heart almost burst. Her pulse raced. "Thank you, Professor Reubens," she gushed.

"And you're such a pretty girl," the professor said, standing up. He put his arm around her. "If you apply yourself, and all your... talents, you'll go far. You can be... anything you want to be."

He was staring at her bosoms. She could tell without looking at him. He was practically burning holes thru her T-shirt.

"Thank you, professor," she murmured.

He sat on the edge of the desk beside her and continued to hold her, letting his free hand stroke her bare leg below the hem of her short shorts. "But you're just a freshman. You just need a little help with your grades," he said.