In Love With Shakespeare

Rush of Blood

I loved the fact that I could seemingly distract one of the top minds of her generation from a relatively simple explanation, just by some strategic positioning of my pins! I had a feeling that my mini-skirt had crept so far up my thighs that my pink panties were visible both above and below the skirt now. I observed my professor's beautiful face with some satisfaction. Her liquid blue eyes were narrowed a little and her full lips had parted. I felt a little flood of warmth in my stomach and a happy rush of butterflies. For a moment, I could not myself remember what we'd been talking about, and then it came to me.

"Er, you were telling me about Mark Anthony," I prompted.

"Ah yes. Thank-you! Well you see the point is this..."

I had a sense that Professor East still had not quite retrieved her own line of thought and was playing for time.

"The point is," she continued, "yes, yes! The point is that Mark Antony laces his speech with compliments for Brutus and the other assassins. After all, it's these men who have given him permission to speak in the first place, and Cassius was against the idea."

"I see," I said, and I was thinking, I hope YOU SEE too. I hope you see me and I hope you see my little strips of pink and I hope you LIKE what you see.

"So Mark Anthony talks about how he comes 'to bury Caesar not to praise him' and he keeps saying how Brutus and the other assassins are 'honorable men'. But at the same time, Mark Anthony keeps upping his praise for Caesar to the point where that riff about 'honorable men' sounds more and more bizarre and even sarcastic."

"Interesting," I interjected, and it genuinely was. "I'm really learning from you, Professor East, and I hope one day I'll get a chance to apply this knowledge in real life."

My professor smiled kindly and noted, "I appreciate your feedback."

I could see that Professor East was checking out my legs again. I allowed myself to smile.

"You're really a very pretty young woman!" she said suddenly.

"Well thank you, but should you really be saying that?"

"We're both adults, aren't we? I'm just giving you a compliment."

"Yes, but if Professor Stratton said that, I'd be freaking out."

"Professor Stratton is a bald and extremely overweight man of probably about 100 years of age. I hope you're not putting me in the same category!" my professor replied.

I laughed and then confided softly, "I actually like your compliment... it kind of gave me a..."

My voice trailed off and Professor East said quickly, "Gave you a what, dear?"

"Well, it kind of gave me a... you know, like a tingle."