Dirty Imagines is life / Dirty stories

Chapter 1 - Amy earns her tuition but she doesn't consider it work

I was only nineteen and my world was over! One little clerical error and I was no longer eligible for the student loan I needed to get me through my next semester. I didn’t even have family that could help me. My mother was a waitress living paycheck to paycheck, and my father died when I was six.

I had been in a daze of disbelief when I left the college’s office, where Mrs. Banks had broken the bad news. I had known the moment I walked in and saw that she was smiling at me with a look of pity. She said there had been an issue with filing my report. She said she had been trying to correct it, but it appeared that I would not be able to get my loan.

I managed to stumble to the closet bench before I collapsed on it. A moan escaped my lips as I put my face in my hands and cried.

“Miss Lehman, is everything alright?”

My body stiffened, I knew that voice. How could I not know that voice? It had visited me in some of my nastiest sex dreams. I had even used a recording of one of his lectures while I masturbated. That voice belonged to Professor Ian Connors.

I slowly looked up at him; into that unbelievably handsome face, and shook my head no.

“Of course it’s not. Come with me to my office Miss Lehman,” he said, and walked towards his office confident that I would follow. And of course I did just that.

Professor Ian Connors was 6’2, roughly 175 pounds of long, lean, delicious man. He had been a swimmer in high school and college. Now that he was in his mid-forties, he still had an amazing body that all the girls in his class drooled over. He had a head full of wavy black hair that was lightly dusted with gray. He also had bright green eyes, and the most kissable lips I had ever seen. Basically, that man was walking, talking sex.

Inside his office he motioned for me to sit as he took off his suit jacket, and hung it on the hook by the door. I grabbed a tissue off his desk and sat watching him, but tried not to make it obvious. As he walked by me he touched my shoulder, and gave me a reassuring squeeze. My breath caught from the electricity that slightest touch had caused.

I inhaled deeply to catch his scent; it was fresh, and made me think of an ocean breeze. Beneath that was a hint of him, and I was dying to smell more. Professor Conners’ scent made me instantly wet.

The look he gave me as he sat behind his desk, said that he knew the affect he had on me.

Once he was settled he asked, “What seems to be the problem Miss Lehman? I know it can’t be the quiz you had this morning because you aced it like always.”

“No sir, it’s not your quiz.”

“Is it another class? Are you failing something?” he asked.

“No sir, it’s nothing like that.” I took a deep shuddering breath, and told him.

“There was some kind of clerical error with my paperwork for my student loan so they denied it. Without that loan I won’t be able to attend next semester or afford to stay in my apartment. I have to work part time at that crappy little doughnut shop down the road in order to pay the other half of my rent plus utilities. I can barely afford to eat now,” my voice sounded too high, and I cried harder than ever. I put my face back in my hands, and slumped forward to hide my embarrassment. Through my flow of tears I caught a whiff of Professor Connors right before I felt him touch my shoulders.

He was squatting on the floor and pulled me up so we are eye level. “Miss Lehman, stop it. There is always a way out of every dark situation. I have noticed you steadily growing thinner so do not lie to me. When have you eaten last?”

His tone was very firm and I knew I had to answer, “Yesterday.”

“Yesterday, Miss Lehman, what did you eat yesterday?”