‘Oh my fucking god, what do I wear?’ Tina thought as she went rummaging through her closet. She tried on outfit after outfit, none of them were quite what she wanted. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a skimpy dark blue dress that she tried on almost immediately. The dress had a low-cut neckline and the straps were thick so that it covered most of the skin on her shoulders, the dark blue fabric ended at Tina’s thighs a few inches below her ass. Tina looked in the mirror and smirked as she put on 4 inch black heels. ‘This will catch her attention for sure’

Bette made her way back to her classroom from the excruciating meeting and sat down in her chair.

"I let myself in, hope you don’t mind"

"Jesus!" Bette screamed, she wasn’t expecting anyone to be in there, especially not Tina. "Sorry, you..uh..scared me.."

Tina stood up from the desk and smiled at her professor "Don’t be sorry, it’s my fault."

Bette handed Tina her notebook and tried not to stare at the form fitting dress that covered Tina’s curves. All kinds of inappropriate thought flooded Bette’s mind, all the things she had wanted to do to Tina for so long. Bette was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of Tina’s sweet voice with a hint of a southern accent.

"Well, I really have to get going Ms. Porter. Thanks for the notebook." Tina was surprised she could form full sentences in Bette’s presence, but she smiled at her own newly found confidence.

"No problem, just be more careful next time, anybody could have picked it up." Bette said, trying not to smirk at Tina.

"Yeah..you’re right." Tina let out a small uncomfortable chuckle as she left the room. ‘what did she mean by that!? Oh my god, what if she saw the notes and ugh!’ A small frustrating grunt came out of Tina’s mouth. ‘she thinks I’m a freak, she has to.’ Slouching down on her couch Tina let her thoughts get the best of her, tears came to her eyes as she thought she’d fucked up any chance she could have ever had with her professor.

Laying in bed after a long dreadful day, Bette was trying to shake the images of Tina in that formfitting little blue dress out of her head. She imagined Tina slipping out of the dress and crawling onto her. The image made her wet almost instantly. Bette knew it was wrong to think about her student that way and what she was about to do was going to be even worse. She slowly moved her own hand down her loose pajama pants feeling the wetness over her own clit made her release a low quiet moan. She began circling her clit with her now wet fingers, thinking of how Tina would be in bed, she felt like those images alone could make her cum, after about an hour or so of teasing and playing with herself Bette finally took a shower and drifted off to sleep.

Tina curled up in bed, brought her knees to her chest and couldn’t stop thinking about her stunning professor. Tina realized that if Bette read the note there would be no turning back, she already knew. ‘I have to make my move’