Math Student's Dream

"Yo, that has to be the hottest babe in the department."
"I heard that. You can't touch that, though. You know what the deal
is. Faculty don't do the wild thing with undergrads."
"I got to have FAITH, though."
"Drew, you got to have more than that. Babe like that, you know she
can get it when she wants. You got to come real good to get some of
"Well, I better get my act together on this algebra. Check you on the
"Later on, homeboy."

Andrew went back to the seemingly impossible task of his algebra
homework, but happened to catch a glimpse of his algebra professor as
she pushed open the entrance door to the Math/Sciences building. He
marveled that even from a distance, she could look as good as she did.
A thought crossed his mind: the two of them together on the couch in
her office, him on the bottom, stroking her luscious breasts as she
rode him up and down. "Too bad", he thought, "I ain't never gonna get
no chance". He watched the door close, then with a sigh attempted
another algebra problem.

Andrew loved algebra and was quite a stellar student. "Not what you'd
expect from a jock-type", as he'd seen himself described on At 6'6", blessed with a lean but well-toned frame, he
could do a lot of things, from slam dunking on the Venice courts to
flagging down drives hit to the deepest part of Twin Creeks. However,
since becoming a math major, he'd had to give up most of the time he
used to spend on sports. His competitive spirit was just as equal to
the task of solving math problems as it was for sports, as indicated
by his latest Dean's List performance.

However, the sight of a gorgeous woman could still drag Andrew away
from his books. And when he noticed women, women noticed him. With
just one flash of his smile, he could hook just about any woman he
wanted. Few women could resist his warm smile, which highlighted his
deeply tanned face. And when he spoke in his deep baritone, rarely
was a woman unmoved.

Despite all his good looks, Andrew had only been with a handful of
women. For unknown reasons, not even to him, he rarely got to the
killing ground, even though many women would have been happy to take
him there. "Good looks aren't enough ... you've got to have a
PERSONALITY" ... that's what he read on Maybe that was
it ... maybe not. The problem at hand, tougher than computing the
next Galois group, was getting Tanya to notice him. Tanya, the
algebra professor, the hottest thing to hit the math department since
the new prime factorization algorithm.

Tanya paused by the front door to her office to admire her printed
name on the door before she opened it. "Dr. Tanya Crowne, Assistant
Professor", she smiled to herself, as she opened her office door.
After closing the door behind her, she stopped to admire herself in
the full-length mirror she had owned for years, even before she went
to Berkeley. "I'm very proud of myself, the way I've taken care of
both my body and my brain", she thought as she gazed into the mirror.

She had every right to be. Tanya had been acclaimed as one of the
brightest young mathematical minds to be produced by Berkeley's tough
mathematics department. Her dissertation had received world
recognition, and she'd been named a Presidential Young Investigator.
Not only had she captivated the attention of mathematical minds all
over the world, she'd captured a few hearts along the way. Her
heart-shaped face was set off by shoulder-length dark brown hair. The
hours she spent in her study breaks on the tennis courts and in the
pool had paid off well, resulting in a firm, but shapely body. Her
narrow waist and long, lean legs had been both the envy of women and
the dream of men throughout Evans Hall. She also sported a pair of
round, full breasts. "My ta-tas", she murmured, as she paused to
trace a circle around a nipple and felt it harden at her touch.

It would have surprised many of Tanya's friends and colleagues alike
that she had not had very much romance in her life. Like many very
attractive, very smart women, she suffered from the "guys don't ask me
out" problem. The truth be told, many guys, although dying to make
love to her, rarely had the nerve to even ask her to lunch. "Too
afraid they'd get turned down", is what she'd remind herself, any time
a guy she was attracted to wound up with another woman. "Their loss."
In the hours that she spent alone, while many of her friends enjoyed
romance and sex, she kept company with math textbooks. What had
started out as a way to kill time not spent with men had turned into
an amazing success story, as she developed a keen insight into some of
the deepest problems in math. She learned to live for the pursuit of
mathematical knowledge and her own physical fitness. However, she
could not completely submerge her sex drive, and so, as she did in the
break times during her study sessions, she indulged herself in her own
body, tracing rings around her nipples, massaging the insides of her
legs, losing herself in her own orgasm.

Andrew woke up the next morning with a great hard-on. He had been
dreaming about Tanya giving him the best head he'd ever had. In his
dream, she had taken his cock deep into her mouth, licking and sucking
it, making it grow rock hard. He had become beside himself with
pleasure, as he began to thrust deeply into her mouth. He had come
very strongly, with every thrust pumping his release into her mouth.
She began to swallow his semen greedily, while at the same time
motioning for him not to let up. At the point where he thought he'd
spent himself, the dream ended. "That was some good shit." He
started to rub his cock slowly, then increased speed, while he thought
about it inside of Tanya's mouth. He was about to come again, when
the clock radio boomed out the voice of M.C. Hammer.

"Can't touch this."

"No shit, the Hammer is right, I won't get to touch that" he thought.
Nevertheless, he got himself up out of bed and dressed in a hurry,
because he didn't want to be late. Algebra was his first class, and
the thought of Tanya urged him on.

As Tanya prepared her algebra lesson for the day, she thought about
how long it had been since she had a man. "One year and counting",
she reminded herself. Her prospects did not look too good for the
coming year, either. The transition from graduate student to
university professor did not do much for the sex life, she mused.
Not only were men afraid to approach her for fear of rejections, there
were strong taboos against any student-faculty or faculty-faculty
involvement. In fact, she'd heard rumors that former faculty members
had been kicked out of the department when engaging in sexual
relations with other students and faculty. "Such a big deal over such
a little thing", she thought, "but not much I can do about it". But
the urges had been growing stronger over the past few days, as she
was nearing her period. "I just have to have somebody soon, or else
I'll BURST! But who?" Her eyes fell upon the stack of exam papers
she'd graded the night before, and the name on the top paper. Andrew
Richards, the brightest student in the class. A thrill went through
her body as she thought about what it would be like to be held by his
strong arms, to be kissed by his soft lips, and to be stroked by his
smooth hands. An idea came to her mind. She took his exam paper off
the top and stuck it into her desk, stuffed the rest into an envelope.
and ran out the door.

Andrew shifted nervously in his seat while Tanya handed back the exam
papers. He was still thinking of Tanya and what she'd done to him in
his dreams last night. He didn't want to look at her, because he was
sure she'd be able to read his mind. "Probably thinks I'm one of
those dirty sex-fiends." As Tanya continued to return exams, his
thoughts shifted to the exam. It had been difficult, but he thought
he'd done well. "Maybe I did fuck the shit up after all", he muttered
to himself. His concern increased when she had finished handing back
the exams, then proceeded to the lesson without giving him a glance.

At the end of class, Tanya waited for Andrew to ask her about his
exam. She had avoided meeting his eyes on purpose, in case he could
tell from the expression on her face that she had big plans for him.
"His eyes just look right through me", she thought. "Oh, I hope this
plan works out!" After all the other students had left, Andrew rose
from his seat and approached her. As tall as she was, she only came
up to Andrew's shoulders. "Gotta keep cool", she thought, and started
it off.

"Professor Crowne?", he responded in a deep, but slightly unnerved
"About your exam. We have to talk."
Andrew looked nervously around the room, unable to meet her gaze.
"Not here. In my office." With a swish of her skirt, she turned and
walked out the door, her heels clicking on the floor. Thinking to
himself how ironic it was that of all things, he'd be alone with his
fantasy woman only to be bitched at for screwing up an exam, he

Tanya paused before opening the door to her office. The halls were
empty, since it was rather late in the day. "Safe", she thought. She
opened the door and gestured Andrew to enter, lightly guiding him
inside with her hand on his rear. She paused for a moment to check
the halls again, and finding them empty closed the door behind her.

"So ... what's the deal about my exam."
"Andrew ... I hate to break the news to you ...", Tanya started,
noticing how his face fell as she spoke, "... but you were the highest
student in the class. Again. I'm very pleased."
Relief flashed across Andrew's face, and the smile that turned women
on came back. "Awww, it wasn't much. Just tryin' to do the work,
that's all."
"You know," Tanya replied, edging a bit closer to him, "there are
rewards for good students like you."
"You mean, like scholarships?" Despite the low tuition of state
education, Andrew still had ...

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