Meagan McKinnon sat quietly in the front of her very first Introduction to Theatre class. In truth, it was her very first college course and she was mildly terrified. After graduating from high school in her small town she had come to the big city of Boston for school, feeling brave and excited. Now, after being in her dorm with a crazy roommate for three days of what passed for “orientation”, she found herself in class at 8:00 a.m. with people who looked far more cool about it all than she felt. They sat in knit caps and geek-chic glasses, grasping giant cups of Starbucks coffee, while Meagan nursed her chamomile tea, took detailed notes, and carefully avoided eye contact with her professor.
Meagan had never felt “cool” in that way. She had always been ignored by the cool kids in school because she did so well in class, and as she had developed early, she had learned to hide her curves in order to be taken seriously. By the time she got to college however, it was hard to hide her 36DD breasts, or her waist length deep auburn hair.
Meagan was the only person in the front row, as all the other students had sat as far back as possible, and because of this, the professor spent much of his time addressing her. He was quite simply, incredibly hot. Professor Ethan Daniels stood well over six feet, with thick dark hair, and broad shoulders that exuded strength. He moved across the front of the room with an easy grace that showed how comfortable he was in front of an audience. But his most arresting feature was his deep hazel eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes, which Meagan was trying hard to avoid staring into.
Before she realized it the rest of the class was getting up and leaving and she felt foolish for having been day dreaming about her teacher’s eyes.
“Meagan? Meagan, um… McKinnon… Please stay behind.” Meagan was taken completely off guard, but gathered her stuff and walked up to her hot professor.
“Yes, Prof. Daniels?”
“I was just going through these info cards you all filled out at the beginning of class and it says that you are a double major in Theatre and English…” Meagan just nodded to this, unsure where the conversation was going. “Well, I’m sure you know that as a first year student, you aren’t usually eligible to audition for or be part of the production team of a Theatre Department production. This semester I’m directing Romeo & Juliet, and I need a dramaturg… a research assistant if you will. I usually ask someone with a strong literary background, like an English major… I have other students I’ve worked with before, but, I want this production to be, well, different… innovative. I’m casting unusual actors, mixing up genders, and nationalities, and I was wondering if you would be interested in… ah, assisting me.”
Meagan looked up, wide eyed, and nodded. She couldn’t believe Prof. Daniels was asking for a naïve small town girl like her to work on the department’s main stage production. “I’d need you to spend time doing research for me on Shakespeare, Elizabethan England, period stage practices, weaponry, costumes, and of course, sex.”
Meagan did a double take. “Sex?”
“Of course. Romeo & Juliet is primarily focused on sex. Half for what is being said is a double entendre…. I thought someone who was also an English major would be more aquainted with Shakespeare… but maybe I’m wrong. I can look for someone else. Don’t worry about it…” He said as he turned and began walking out of the room.
“NO!” Meagan shouted as she ran after him. “I mean, I’m sorry… I was just taken aback by your offer. I’d really love to assist you on the production. I’d do anything to work for you Prof. Daniels!”
“If we’re going to be working together, I’d prefer you call me Ethan,” he said with a smile that made Meagan’s knees feel week. “Now, why don’t you tell me about yourself…” Meagan suddenly realized she had followed Prof. Daniels into his office, where he was dropping his bag and removing his coat. Before she could say anything he had shut the door and was taking her coat from her. “I wouldn’t want us to be disturbed.” He paused, his hands on her shoulders, and smelled her long red hair. She blushed, knowing an older, successful, good looking man like Prof. Daniels could have any woman he wanted, and would never be interested in a girl like her.
Meagan sat down in the chair opposite the desk, expecting Prof. Daniels to talk about the show, but as she sat, he didn’t remove his hands from her shoulders. Instead he started to kneed them gently. “Well, umm… I’m from Summerfield… I graduated top in my high school class. I was the president of our drama group, was the talent producer on the student news broadcast… I don’t know what else to tell you…” She felt confused about her professor rubbing her shoulders, wondering if he was making a pass at her, but convinced that he couldn’t be interested. His hands moved up to her neck.
“Well, tell me about yourself. You, personally. About your boyfriend, for example.”
Meagan blushed again, somewhat glad that he couldn’t see her face as he massaged her neck. “I, I don’t have a boyfriend…” His hands dug into her shoulders again, moving down to her shoulder blades, but he didn’t say anything. “I mean, I’ve never had much time for boys… I’ve always been busy with school… and they never seemed too interested in me anyways…” His hands paused, but didn’t move from her back.
“I can’t believe that… guys must be crazy about you. Especially with this long red hair…” he said, stroking one hand along it.
“It’s true. I’ve had a lot of male friends, who have always told me I’m ‘like a sister’, or come to me to complain about their cheating girlfriends, and then say they wish they were attracted to ‘someone like me’ instead.”
“Meagan,” he said quietly, his mouth near her ear, “Are you a virgin?”
She was positively red now, not to mention speechless. She felt so idiotic; so very immature. What must Prof. Daniels think of her? “Meagan? Are you?” His hands slid down so that his thumbs massaged her spine, and his fingers resting around her ribs, just below her breasts, which now seemed to be aching for something she didn’t understand.
“Meagan? I need to have someone on this show who can be a real help to me. Someone who is mature enough to handle the eroticism of Shakespeare’s words…. Meagan, tell me… have you ever had sex?” More embarressed silence. Meagan was fairly sure that she was about to die on the spot. His hands slid further to the front, his finger tips lightly raking her ribs. “I expect an answer…” His hands were now cupping her breasts, and she was barely breathing. “Has a guy ever gotten to feel you up?” A quick squeeze and his hands were back on her throat. “How about blow jobs? Have you ever sucked on a guy’s dick?”
She gave her head the tiniest shake. “Is that a no?” His hands trailed down to the small of her back, around her hips to her thighs. “Meagan, has anyone ever kissed their way up your legs to these sweet thighs?” Another tiny head shake, as his fingers moved further up… “What about this? Has any guy ever been inside you?”
“No, no one…” Her words were barely audible as he massaged her through her jeans.
Suddenly, everything stopped. Meagan opened here eyes to see that Prof. Daniels had moved to the opposite side of his desk. “Well, then I guess I need to find someone else to work on this project… don’t worry about it.” He smiled kindly at her.
“But, Prof. Daniels! I’d really like to work on this for you!”
“Well, Meagan… this play is very provocative. And I’m going to need someone who can handle serious discussions about sex. I’m not sure a virgin like you could handle it.”
Meagan could feel the tears forming in her eyes. “But, I c
an handle it! And it’s not like I want to be a virgin!” Meagan couldn’t believe what she had just said, and
to a professor no less! She felt her cheeks burning, as she looked around for her coat, intent on running out of the office. But Prof. Daniels was there holding the door closed before she could find her coat.
He leaned into her from behind, his breath in her ear, “Did you mean that? Do you want to loose your virginity?” Meagan didn’t know what to say. Yes, part of her was terrified, but most of her was excited. Excited at the prospect of finally learning what it was all about. Excited about feeling a man touch her most intimate places. Excited about letting loose all the passion she felt simmering beneath her skin, waiting to burst out.
“Yes” she whispered.
He took a step closer so that Meagan was now pressed up against the door, Prof. Daniels at her back. She could feel the length of his body, and for a moment she wondered if he had his cell phone in his pocket. She turned redder as she realized he was erect.
“Well then. I think that we should keep our relationship professional, Miss McKinnon.” He spun her around, one hand on her breast, the other pinning her in against the door. “So, I’ll just have to tutor you in this subject…” He grabbed her hand and stroked his hard dick with it. “Your first assignment is to research everything you can on fellatio. You will prepare an oral report for me for tomorrow, at least 10 minutes in length… After that, there will be a practical section for you to demonstrate your… knowledge of the subject.”
His hand slipped inside the waist of her jeans, and his fingers rubbed her pussy through her panties, “You’re all wet, Miss McKinnon…” A single finger pushed into her, barely half an inch, and her eyes closed as she prayed that this was real. “But, I suppose that is a lesson for another day,” he said, pulling his hand back reluctantly. “You may go now.”
Meagan forgot her coat as she turned to leave.
“Oh, and one more thing, Miss McKinnon. I have to admit, that I’m a bit old fashioned… If your work is not up to par, I will be forced to punish you.” And with that he gave her one hard, sharp spank to her ass, and ushered her out the door.
Meagan stood for a moment, stunned. Realizing that she was standing alone in the middle of a busy hallway, she turned and rushed towards her dorm room… to get a head start on her homework before her afternoon class.
***Readers, this is obviously set up to be a continuing story, told in many “lessons”. If you enjoy where the story is going, or would like to suggest a “lesson” for the professor to teach Meagan, feel free to email me.***