Arnold Gets an Education

Arnold was walking to class from his brand new dorm room. The college freshman had gotten up three hours before his first class, gotten dressed and read the first three chapters of his textbook. Since this was his first class, he didn’t have any homework yet. He just loved to study and was excited to finally be starting college. He had glanced into the mirror and straightened his bowtie just before he walked out the door.
He got to his class, freshman English, nearly an hour before it started. He hated to be late, especially on his first day. The professor arrived, unlocked the door and Arnold had his choice of seating in his first ever college class. He picked the front row, right in front of the professor.
Other students straggled in to class, with a few even coming exactly as the class started, Arnold couldn’t figure out why anyone would cut it that close.
After the professor closed the door and started lecturing, Dominique walked in. Her hair was covered in a baseball cap and she was wearing a T-shirt that came down to her knees. He had no idea what she had on underneath. “You’re late,” the professor half-snarled
“I know”, she said as she loudly found a place to sit. I’ve already taken this class, so I figured I didn’t need to be here for the beginning.” The class snickered, but the teacher was not amused.
“Young lady, if you don’t want to take the class again, you had better arrive on time, and spend more than ten seconds getting dressed.”
Arnold spoke before he could stop himself. “Professor, while its true that she’s late, you are completely out of line by speaking to her in that condescending manner.” This was as close to disrespectful as Arnold ever got with authority and it made him uncomfortable. The professor sneered at him and got on with class.
As Arnold walked out of class, he felt something warm against his neck and he heard a sultry voice whisper, “Thanks for sticking up for me choir-boy. I always like to show appreciation and you look like you need lessons in something that ain’t in no textbooks.”
Arnold’s first thought was that he could see why she had to repeat English class with grammar like that, but he didn’t know what to think when she pressed her breasts momentarily against his back and moved her hands slowly up his slacks, along his belt and playfully grabbed at his zipper. Then she brushed past him and gave him a quick, seductive look over her shoulder. A quick whip of her head told him that she wanted him to follow.
She walked quickly, never looking back. Arnold got the idea that she didn’t really care if he followed her or not, and he wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t usually consort with women who were this bold. Actually, he didn’t really consort with women at all and his curiosity got the better of him. He still had two hours before his next class, so he followed about 10 steps behind her, so he could chicken out if he wanted to.
She walked into the dorms, through the hall and to a room he assumed was hers. She walked in and left the door open. When he got to the door, Dominique had already taken off the hat, and her long chestnut hair flowed to her shoulders. Her back was to him, but she could see him in the mirror. She winked at him and said, “Close the door, unless you want an audience. It don’t matter to me, either way.”
Arnold gulped, stepped inside and closed the door. He didn’t know what to expect but there was no turning back now. Dominique, still facing the mirror, moved one finger to beckon him closer. As he took a few, hesitant steps forward, she reached backwards and pulled him into her back by his belt loops. As she leaned against him, she lifted the T-shirt to reveal nothing but her firm, tanned ass, which she pressed into his crotch.