A slight itching from her bottom made Hannah Sutton shift in her seat. The young college girl stared blankly ahead of her, ignoring the droning of the ongoing class and focusing more on the increasing inner pounding of her heart.
She had reason to be nervous, but the reasons she had chosen to be nervous about were arguably the wrong ones altogether. With a slight sigh, Hannah realized that she had almost spent more time on picking her outfit this morning than she had alloted for learning for the many tests before her this week. Now, finals were impending and in a few days, most of the provisional grades would be posted. Hannah didn't even have to wait for the grades or the exams to know that she was in serious trouble academically. She knew that she would need at least one grade to improve significantly, and then write a couple of seriously decent essays until the end of the semester break.
With Hannah's usual troubles in motivating herself to do anything she didn't want to, her doubts as to how she might get herself to write those essays were justified, but moot if she couldn't get at least one A or B to remain on the academic roster. The young redhead was anything but stupid, and her mind was as bright as her lightly freckled skin. It was quite likely that she might have been among the top ten percent of academic achievers within the college, if she weren't so desperately lazy, having been pampered all her life by her parents who were now gone. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried to study for finals, but the breaks between reading, which she used to catch up on another TV-series she had only recently discovered, were getting longer and longer, and she knew that even the occasional all-nighter she would have to subject herself to would likely be filled with more wasted time than conscientious learning. Her problem was that she was aware of her innate cleverness and that she simply lacked the necessary nervousness to motivate her for an exam, always hoping that she would be able to wing it in the end.
It had already been a close call with her finals in school, barely achieving a grade that would get her on to an academic future, and she had really only gotten into this college thanks to a generous donation courtesy of the money she had inherited from her parents. But she knew that her bank-account would not be able to fund another "persuasion" and pay for the ongoing tuition fees. As it was, Hannah already had to think about getting a decent job to be able to pay the fees through the end of her studies. Now, of course, it was almost too late to worry about these things, as her laziness during the entire term had already significantly reduced the chances of her being able to stay in this college for another semester.
Hannah snapped out of her day-dreaming, noticing that she had been biting her lower lip during her troubled reverie. Her emerald eyes lost the hazy film over the pupils as she stopped staring into nothingness and focused on the teacher standing in front of the class. When she noticed his gaze upon her, she smiled slightly secretively, then looked around the class. The expressions on her classmates were not only a testimony to the timing of the class, but also to the nature of the teacher. While most of the boys were staring blankly at their desks or out of the window, eagerly expecting the end of the course to return either to their learning or to some way to forget their own academic troubles, many of the girls were looking attentively at every single movement of the charming professor. Professor Barrett certainly was a charismatic man with a captivating presence whenever he stepepd in front of the class - at least that was how Hannah saw him. From the first time she had stepped into his class, she had been carrying a torch for him which had only gotten brighter. All during the term, she had had significant problems focusing on the subject matter and had instead made it a little game to pick outfits that would not only call his attention to her, but also hopefully make him forgive any sleight of attention she might suffer from in his presence.
She had often chosen outfits that complimented her chest, emphasizing her firm C-cups and showing quite a bit of cleavage. She had never been particularly slutty about it, but more creative, picking blouses and blazers which advertised class, but leaving just one or two more buttons open during Barrett's class than would have been proper.
She smirked slightly as she looked at her professor again. Most of the students in the course, especially the boys, were well aware that today's class was irrelevant to their grade, in contrast to the many exams that would follow in the next couple of days. Hannah, however, saw today's session as more important to her grade than the entire term that had come before and the exams that were yet to come.
With her academic future at stake, Hannah had decided to go further than she had the entire year. If her laziness prevented her from motivating herself to achieve the necessary grades to continue her education, she hoped that maybe the considerable charms of her angelic face and shapely body would motivate Professor Barrett to do what was needed. Hannah hadn't quite decided yet how far she would go, but she knew how to start
She had again picked a blouse which was now buttoned down enough to show a hint of her lacy, dark-blue bra, the silky cloth of the cream-colored garment falling in suggestive curves over her upper body. Yet the real treat was not yet visible to her Professor. So far, she had left her freshly-waxed legs, well-toned by the muscles from her cardio-exercises, crossed. Her slender limbs were almost completely in view, her feet strung up in heeled sandals, and her upper thighs vanishing underneath a short plaid skirt. Now, once she saw that Professor Barrett was far enough from her desk to be able to take in everything that happened underneath, she uncrossed her legs, setting down her right leg before lifting up her left leg to cross them again. She had left a suggestive break, just long enough to allow a gaze under her skirt. A gaze which might reveal that she was wearing no panties, leaving her nubile pussy and the tiny landing strip of ginger curls above it revealed.
It was only a very small window before her legs closed up again, leaving a lot of room for an intrigued spectator to wonder whether he had seen correctly, whether the young coed had truly just flashed her sacred mons, whether she truly wasn't wearing panties or whether it had been a trick of the light. A suggestive smile played around her luscious lips, well aware that no one but her professor would be able to have seen it, and hoping that he had seen enough to inspire his interest and his fantasy. Her gaze was fixed on Professor Barrett, looking out for any sign of his reaction.