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The College History Professor (and the girl who fancied him)

Natalie was a tall, confident, sexy, and smart 21-year-old college student who was busy preparing for final exams. All semester long, her favorite course had been Dr. Monroe's History class. The material was fascinating, and Natalie soon became the best student in the class. She always sat in the front row so that she could have a good view of Dr. Monroe: he was in his early 40s, a handsome, tall, and broad-shouldered man with big, strong hands and muscular arms and chest. He was slightly disheveled and eclectic-looking, like all great college professors, and his quirky glasses rested upon his elegantly chiseled nose and framed his vibrant hazel eyes, which always came alive and danced with humor and intensity during lectures. Natalie couldn't help the way she felt; although Dr. Monroe was 20 years her senior, Natalie couldn't deny the attraction she had for him. She tried to participate in class as much as possible, thriving on the tantalizing one-on-one time she had with her professor. Her hard work paid off, too, and Dr. Monroe told her on several occasions at the end of classes how much he appreciated her insightful and thought-provoking input. He told her that her essay exams were brilliant, and that she was one of the most talented student historians that he had ever encountered. These praises were immensely pleasurable to Natalie's ears... he made her feel like an appreciated and capable equal, and she loved the thrill she felt when his smoldering eyes penetrated her whenever he looked at her. In class, it felt almost as if he were devouring her with his eyes. These moments ...

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