In Love With Shakespeare

Under the Influence

"Do you normally ply your students with this much drink?" I said, smoothing my short black skirt over my long thighs.

"Only those I like," my professor replied.

That reply shocked me just a little, to be honest. Wasn't that a little bit unprofessional? I mean, nobody likes a teacher who plays favorites!

Unless you are the favorite, I guess.

I couldn't resist a little smirk, but I don't think my professor saw it.

I glanced at my legs. Not to be boastful but I really was blessed in that department, and it didn't hurt that I played volleyball three times a week. I was also happy that my summer tan from the south of France had not completely faded.

It could have been wishful thinking on my part, but I'm pretty sure Professor East was glancing in that direction now.

And I don't mean glancing towards France!

I crossed my legs.

"Now where were we?" Professor East resumed.

"I'm not sure ma'am," I said, suddenly uncrossing my legs. "You're the teacher."

I don't know why but I was feeling really feisty at this point and I knew I was being cheeky.

"Er, yes..." My prof seemed genuinely disoriented, and I was sensing my own power. It was a real rush, to be honest.

Professor East walked once more to the window. I had a feeling she was playing for time, trying to re-gather her composure. Part of me was hoping she would lean out over the courtyard once again, you know highlighting her curves and all that. But this time she turned to face me.

It was me who spoke first.

"Are you limping a little?" I said softly.

"Er, maybe... just a little."

"You got injured?" "It's nothing really."

Silence.

"Can I tell you something, professor?"

"Of course!"

I had a feeling she was happy she did not have answer more questions about her limp.

"Well a lot of the students have kind of got a bit of a thing..." I let my voice trail off. It was totally intentional on my part.

"A bit of a thing?" she repeated. I had a feeling she was really curious to hear more, but her voice sounded oddly flat, like she was trying not to sound too interested.

"I might need to drink this sherry before I can say," I said smiling.

"So drink away!"