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amused by his frazzled reaction. Though certainly no prude, Michael was somewhat disconcerted by Lisa’s behavior. He was quite sure that the other students must have noticed that she received what could be easily misconstrued as “preferential treatment” from the teacher. Of course, in class, Michael tried his best to be friendly and fair to everyone. He joked around and bantered with the boys and was as avuncular as an exceedingly horny twenty-something male could be to barely legal girls.
    But Lisa violated the unspoken code by making suggestive comments to him, since part of the thrill of seduction was being acknowledged as the teacher’s pet by her classmates. She got it into her head that her main academic goal that semester would be to seduce her male instructors. She selected her courses carefully on the basis of who would be most open to such extracurricular activities. As it turns out, Lisa’s judgment proved impeccable: she was 3 for 0. Michael was her favorite instructor, since being with him was not just about the thrill of the chase, but also about the pleasure of the game.
    Michael knew the risk he was taking. He realized that if he conveyed favoritism towards one of his students, some of her classmates, particularly the weaker ones who got, God forbid, a B- in a gut course like French, might complain to the department chair about his conduct. Then he could kiss his teaching assistantship goodbye. On the other hand, Michael thought, Lisa’s tits were well worth the risk. No matter how much he tried to avoid looking at her ample chest during class, his gaze was magnetically drawn to it. Quite simply, Lisa’s boobs had the capacity to hypnotize a man more than a beautiful woman’s eyes. Which, when he considered the matter more coolly, right after he had taken care of business, didn’t make a lot of sense, because Lisa wasn’t even his type.
    Aesthetically speaking, Michael preferred medium-sized implants that give the chest the perfect hemispherical look favored by men’s magazines. Erotically, he preferred small boobs with tiny sensitive nipples that became instantly erect under his touch. But reason had little to do with his fascination with Lisa’s chest. When she came to his office hours for the first time to allegedly complain about her low exam grade—a D+, appropriately enough—he offered to give her a make-up exam which turned out to be the best oral he’d ever had. That morning, Lisa surreptitiously slipped him a note as he walked around the classroom, checking to see if the students had done their conjugation exercises: “ See you at our usual place. I cunt wait! ” Michael read her girlish cursive with a bemused smile. Although a stay-at-home mom well into her thirties, Lisa had the sense of humor of an eighth-grader. A woman after my own taste, he thought approvingly.
    Since Mireille usually waited for him in their shared office, the love nest he reserved for Lisa turned out to be even less glamorous. They made out in a handicapped bathroom with a single stall. Michael recalled the first time Lisa unhooked her bra for him. Her ample chest cascaded forward, overflowing into his open hands. He placed his perspiring palms under her breasts gently lifting them up, one at a time. “Double D’s?” he estimated with closed eyes.
    â€œHow did you guess?” she marveled at his scientific accuracy.
    â€œI’m an expert,” he modestly replied. He then proceeded to prove his point by massaging, licking and sucking those mounds of flesh for the next five minutes, until someone began knocking with a sense of urgency on the bathroom door.
    â€œIt must be a deaf person,” Michael whispered, zipping up his pants. He had a look of regret each time Lisa stuffed those awesome mounds of flesh back into her bra, as if putting the genie back into the magic bottle.
    When Michael emerged out of the bathroom followed by Lisa,