She looked, Evan thought, natural. She had dark hair, brown, without the insane multi-coloring that seemed to be all the fad among her younger classma...es. She usually wore it either loose, attractively draped from a slight side-parting, down across her shoulders, or in a tight pony-tail. It was a reasonable length, he thought, quite sensible. In fact, he mused smiling, everything about Emily seemed reasonable. He anticipated a miserable summer session without their semi-regular meetings. The. " She said, she was slightly bending over and looking at me, she was already a bit tall for a woman without the heels on, and with her heels she was wearing today she had to be at least six feet. I handed it to her and watched her walk away, I pretended to bend over to get stuff out of my book bag, and I watched her ass sway as she walked down the row of desk back to the front of the class. She was wearing a pink, knee-length skirt and white button up shirt. She was gorgeous, and her ass was. That feeling, of a cock becoming hard while pressed against me, has always been such a turn on. I began to move my hips. Slowly, rolling them in small circles, pushing my butt back in to him. And I felt him become harder, his cock now rock solid, pressing in to me, I pressed right back.We moved together like this for a little while, keeping our movements small so as not to draw attention to ourselves. We were surrounded by others in this tiny space. I was getting so turned on, my pussy was. I hate to ask you this, but I need for you to find a part-time job to supplement your student allowance.’ I remembered thinking to myself that she could always go back to work. The fact that I said nothing was all about me being scared of her reaction if I mentioned it. This was what led to my meeting Mrs Frangelico. There was a café next to the bus stop where I caught the bus home from University. One afternoon I looked in the window at the rich assortment of sweet cakes that Mother would have.