Working for a Prof
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to know a bit more about me and my friends and what we've been doing, please drop by my home page at:
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Summer was coming, and I needed to find a new job.  I'd worked in a concession on the beach and in the campus fitness center, but this time, I wanted to try something different, something I could do in the future after I graduated.  In the Arts building where I study at Oceanview U., they have a bulletin board up with ads for jobs on campus.  One of the ads was for a research assistant in comparative literature.  Literature isn't my major, but I'd taken a couple of classes in it.  The ad said to contact Professor Jack Edelman.  Edelman, Edelman.  That name sounded so familiar.  I didn't think I'd ever taken a class with him.  I'd heard his name before though, but at first, I couldn't remember where.

I got dressed up in my best business casual, a navy skirt and suit jacket.  I tied my long black hair up in a ponytail, and wore my glasses for once, just so I'd look more serious.  Professor Edelman's office is in the big old Arts building just behind my friend Satomi's dorm.  Most of the buildings on campus are fairly new, but the Arts Building is old, like a castle almost or a haunted house.  I had to ask a secretary where his office was, but finally, found the winding staircase that led up to this oaken door in a cold stone hallway.  I knocked, and luckily, he was in.

"Professor Edelman, I'm here about the research assistant job."  It was only when I saw his big bushy beard that I finally remembered where I'd met him before.  It was a couple of summers before, and for reasons that are kind of hard to explain, I'd been out sunbathing - naked - in the quad below his office window.  I was just so sure that there was no one around, but then one of the custodians stumbled on my clothes.  I would have been in very serious trouble if Professor Edelman hadn't come out, and rescued me, making the custodian give my things back.

Anyway, standing at his office door, I froze as soon as I saw him.  My mind raced thinking what to do.  True, a couple of years had passed since then, but I was so worried that he'd recognize me.  Surely it wasn't every day he found a young Japanese girl frolicking around naked outside his window.

"Oh, yes, come in, Miss uh... Miss..." he replied seriously.  I was amazed.  How could he not remember something like that?  I guess I had my hair different now, and was wearing my glasses, but even so...

"Tsu-tsu-tsuruta, Emi Tsuruta," I stuttered, half panicking.  Luckily, he didn't know my name.  I'd run away pretty quickly that day.  Anyway, he motioned for me to come in, and close the door.  I did, struggling to keep my hands from shaking.  I guess I should have given up on the whole idea, but actually, I really kind of wanted this job.  It would be nice to work in an office for once, and the pay was probably better.  But how on earth could I work for him after what had happened?  I sat down in the chair, hiding my face in my hair, sitting on my hands to hide the quivering.

"Did you bring your resume?" he asked kindly.  I nervously pulled it out of my bag, and set it down on his desk.  He lifted his glasses to read it, massaging his eyebrows thoughtfully.

"Have you had a lot of applicants?" I asked, trying to calm down.

"No, only a few.  I'm actually looking for someone from outside the department.  Have you taken any classes with me?  Your face looks kind of familiar."

My heart skipped a beat, as he looked deep into my eyes.

"No, I haven't.  I'm actually more in social science, but I've taken a few lit classes," I smiled weakly.  He started to tell me about the research grant he'd won, and how the job would be mostly helping him track down references for the book he was writing.  I really didn't say too much, and almost before I knew it, he was asking,

"When do your exams finish?"

"April 17th I think."

"Can you start right after that?"

I nodded, still hardly able to believe this all was happening.  It honestly seemed like he didn't remember me, but what if one day I do something that brings it all back?

Anyway, I started work soon after, and it went OK for the first little while.  I was so nervous, but I slowly discovered that he was a little absentminded and perhaps a bit near-sighted.  He was a good boss though.  Mostly it seemed like he wanted someone to keep him company while he tapped away on his computer, but every now and again, he would get me to fetch books from the study room next to his office.  The whole room was filled with musty old books on high shelves, but he had a step ladder I could use to reach the top.

He had a couple of grad students who came by pretty regularly, Candy and Bruce.  They seemed nice enough, but they always acted so respectful towards him.  I guess he must be famous in his field, but at first, I didn't know quite what to make of it all.  When we were alone together, Jack treated me like a friend, but whenever his grad students or other profs dropped by, he acted more gruff, stodgy even.  I preferred the casual Jack.

Sometimes he would tell me about his family.  He had a wife and two kids: a son and a daughter, in elementary school.  I met his son once, but they very rarely came to school.  Jack didn't really talk about his wife much.  I'd heard rumors that the two of them weren't getting along so well, but Jack never let it show.  He was always his same old jovial self with me.  I don't know.  Maybe I cheered him up.

One thing that was a bit strange about this job was I really didn't have to do too much.  Jack would sit in his office typing away, and I would sit next door in the study, browsing through the books trying to find something he might find useful.  In some ways, I prefer to be outside doing things to sitting inside all summer.  One thing I did do was after work, I would go down to the beach to swim, or meet my boyfriend Ryosuke for tennis when he had a day off.

One day though it was raining.  I didn't really feel like going to the fitness center, so I stuck around quite late, reading this one book that Jack had picked out for me.  Jack stayed for a while, but eventually, he went home, leaving me to lock up.

After he left, it was so quiet in the office.  I guess a lot of people had gone home early, it being summer and all.  I tried to focus on the book, but my mind kept wandering.  I decided to go out for a little walk to get some fresh air, and clear my head.  I climbed down the winding steel staircase, and then plodded down the big stones steps.  I pushed open the big oaken door at the front.  It was still raining out and getting dark, and there didn't seem to be anyone much around on the soccer field or roundabout out in front.  I walked back up to the office mulling this all over.  I wonder if I'm the only one still here.  I hadn't seen anyone, and it was awfully quiet.  I knew from experience that the janitors went home at 5.

I plopped my rear end back down in my chair, and absentmindedly fiddled with the button on my jeans.  I don't really know what I was intending ? nothing really, but I found myself undoing the button, and loosening my jeans to get more comfortable.  Staring down at the open book, I found myself sliding my fingers into the back of my jeans, gently massaging my own buttocks cheeks.  Restless, I ended up getting out my cell phone, and called my boyfriend Ryosuke.  He was still at work at the sushi bar.

"Are you almost finished?" I asked.  "I'm downtown on campus."

"No.  We were pretty busy today, so I'll probably have to stay around late just to clean up."  I knew that Ryosuke has to work, but I still wasn't happy.  It's like he's always too busy to see me.

"OK, well, anyway, give me a call if you finish up early."

I hung up, and leaned back in my chair staring out the window at the rain.  I didn't want to go home in the storm, but it was kind of boring sitting here by myself.

I suddenly got an idea.  I sat up in my chair peering over at the door, and slowly, ever so slowly began sliding my jeans down.  No one was around anyway, so what would be the harm?

I finally kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my jeans, and lay them down on the table, feeling this faint shiver run up my spine.  I slid my thumbs into my panties next, keeping my ears pricked up for any sign of movement.  All I could hear was the rain, so I slowly dragged my panties down too, my heart speeding up at stripping naked here in the office.  Unable to stop myself, I peeled off my t-shirt and bra next, happy to be free of my tight clothes.

The office was still so quiet, but the hair on my body was standing on end.  I hadn't really intended to take off my clothes, but now here I was naked at school no less.  I pulled my shoes back on, feeling a bit silly because they were the only things I was wearing.  Oh, and I had on my good luck necklace of course.  I hardly ever go anywhere without it.

I slowly walked over to the door, feeling these butterflies in my tummy.  It seemed quiet, so ever so slowly I opened the door.  My heart was beating away like a jackhammer.  I could hear the sound of the rain from the window and some faint squeaking noises, but I couldn't see anyone.

I cautiously stepped out into the hallway, my senses on fire, acutely aware of my own nudity.  I knew this was crazy, but it was like I just couldn't stop myself.  For some reason, I wanted to try, to see how far I could go.  I scampered over to the stairwell cautiously peeking around the corner.  God, what am I doing?  I'm out in the hallway now, far from my clothes.  What would Professor Edelman say if he saw me like this?  I hid my bare behind with my hand, imagining that Jack was right there behind me.  Oh god, I was getting so excited it wasn't even funny.

I quietly padded down the metal staircase, and then out onto the landing.  Up in Jack's little hideaway of an office, there wasn't much chance of running into anyone, but down here was much more out in the open.  I took a deep breath, and then quietly padded over to the big stone steps.  I still couldn't hear anything, so I tiptoed down the next set of stairs all the way to the big oaken front door.  I could hear the rain beating on it.  I knew I had to get back, but I couldn't resist the temptation to take a quick peek outside.  I pulled on the big bronze ring, but at first, it wouldn't budge.  I pulled harder, and finally got it open.

Half out of my head with excitement, I stood there stark naked in the open doorway peering out at the soccer field in front of the building.  It was dark, and the rain made it even harder to see, but on the road that ran around the edge of the field, I could see some other students off in the distance, heading home I guess.  I stood there stunned for a moment peering out at them and then down at my own naked body, wondering if they could see me.  Tempting fate, I stepped out onto the step letting the door shut behind me, savoring the feeling of the rain on my naked skin.  I felt so alive, so free.

Finally though, my common sense kicked back in.  I turned to open the door, but it was stuck again, and to make matters worse, those other students were heading this way.  Why oh why did I come all the way out here naked in the first place?  I pawed at the door growing more and more panicky.  I looked back, and the two students had definitely seen me now.  It was two girls, Chinese maybe, and it looked like they were smiling almost, amused at my plight.  I finally got the door open, dashed all the way back upstairs and into Jack's office.  I guess I should have been scared ? they'd seen me naked after all - but actually, I felt exhilarated.  Look how far I'd gone.  Even those girls seemed to think it was funny.  This was so great.

Soon though, I got back dressed, locked up, and headed back home.  I left through the back door just in case those girls were still out there, but even on the bus, I was whistling away, happy about how brave I'd managed to be.

The next few days at work, I kept smiling every time I remembered that night.  The question was what to do next.  I didn't really have any plans, but one afternoon, I casually asked Jack if he minded if I started getting changed for swimming.  He was so wrapped up in his book he didn't even hear me the first time, and only after I asked again did he nod, and wave for me to go ahead.  I felt a bit offended I guess that he showed so little interest in me as a woman, especially after we'd spent so much time together.

Lost in my own thoughts, I sat down at the table in the study, reached up inside my skirt, and slowly, carefully pulled down my panties.  Even though the door was open, in the next room, Jack just sat there with his back to me, tapping away at his computer.  I pulled my panties right off, folding them and putting them away in my purse, feeling a bit pleased with myself for managing to get up the nerve to do this with him right here.  Of course, it felt strange being there in the office with no panties on.  I could feel the air swirling in, tickling and teasing my hello kitty.  I was getting so excited I was no longer thinking straight.  I undid the clip on my skirt honestly half intending to take it off.  Before I could though, Jack called out,

"Oh, Emi?"  I quickly tried to do my skirt back up, but I was all flustered, my face flushing hot.  I finally managed to get it back done up.

"Yes?" I finally answered.  He twirled in his chair to face me, so I pressed my legs together hoping he couldn't see my pussy.

"Oh my.  Look at the time.  I didn't realize it was so late," he continued, still distracted.  "Um, Emi, do you think you could put those books away before you go?"

The books were sitting on the table behind him, so I would have to go into his office to get them.  I felt so nervous without my panties, so I waited for him to turn back to the computer before going in.  He stood there looking at me for a moment, almost as if he suspected something, but eventually, turned away.  I quietly gathered up the books, and scooted back to the study.  For some of the books, I had to use the step ladder, but Jack was a gentleman, and didn't peek in as far as I could tell.  I guess he hadn't figured out that I was commando.

That night in bed, I tossed, and turned, chastising myself for playing these games running the risk of being found out.  Still, when I woke up the next morning, it was a whole new day, and I was anxious to see what new mischief I could get up to.  Wandering around commando seemed a bit too dangerous, but I did take my short light blue stretch cotton mini-skirt with me, just in case I wanted to change out of my jeans.

That first day, I was still too nervous from my adventure before, but the next day, I brought the skirt again, and soon after I arrived, I changed into it.  I guess it wasn't that bad.  You could see a lot of thigh, but it more or less covered my panties.  Prof. Edelman didn't even bat an eyelash when I came out dressed in it.  Maybe there was a faint smile there, but mostly he seemed the same as ever.  There was one brief awkward moment, when I bumped into the department head, Mr. Carlson, out in the hall.  He raised his eyebrows when he saw my bare thighs, but didn't say anything.  Luckily, I managed to make it through the day without any more incidents.

After a while, even Mr. Carlson became used to that skirt, and I began to grow restless again.  I did have another skirt, my beige pleated flirt skirt I'd got a while back.  I barely ever wore it because it was just too embarrassing.  It more-or-less covers the front, but tilts way up at the back, so you can see my panties even when I'm not bending over.  I kept taking it with me to work, but it was a few days before I got up the nerve to put it on.  I felt so embarrassed, but Jack was business as usual, even when I turned away showing him my panty-clad rump.  I must have showed it to him a hundred times, to see what he would do, but I swear I never caught him blinking.

Then, one day, I finally lost it.  I wore my flirt skirt to work, getting a few wolf whistles on the way.  At noon, Prof. Edelman headed off to buy his lunch.  I was left sitting there alone in the boiling hot study.  I knew Jack wouldn't be back for an hour, and eventually, I couldn't resist the temptation anymore.  I peeled off my panties, my heart doing a little jig from the excitement.  I sat there munching on my sandwich, my bare bottom sticking to the hot leather seat every time I got up.  I felt embarrassed of course, but I kept telling myself, it would be alright, because I would pull my panties back on before Jack got back from lunch.

After I finished eating, I wandered into his office, leafing through his books, savoring the feeling of the air on my pussy.  Suddenly, a rap came at the door.

"Is Jack in?"  It was Prof. Carlson.  I twirled to face him as soon as I realized, but I was so worried that he'd seen me.  He kept glancing down at the hem of my skirt, making me even more nervous.

"Um... no... He's still at lunch," I explained, my heart going into overdrive.  I picked up a journal, and held it in front of me to cover my thighs.  Prof. Carlson just stood there, mulling something over.  It's hard to explain why, but my hello kitty felt like it had caught on fire.  I spread my legs trying to cool down, but the feeling of the breeze tickling me just made the tingling sensation even worse.

"You are one of his grad students, are you?" he asked, obviously intrigued.

"Um, no sir.  I'm his research assistant," I blushed.

"Perhaps you can help me then.  Do you know if he has a spare copy of his Modernism paper from last year's conference?"

I actually knew where Jack kept those ? in his filing cabinet behind me, but getting one out would mean turning my back to Prof. Carlson, and dressed as I was in this too short skirt, that was definitely something I wasn't planning on doing.

"I'll ask him about it, and see if someone can bring you a copy down later."

"Thanks," he smiled, and then squinted his eyes looking out the window.  "Oh, is that him now?"

Without really thinking, I twirled to look out the window.  There was no sign of Prof. Edelman, just another gentleman in a tweed jacket, and it was only then that I realized my mistake.  I twirled back around, but it was too late.  Prof. Carlson's mouth had gone into this little bow, shocked and amazed to have seen the cheeks of my bare bottom peeking out from under my skirt.

"Um, Miss... Miss...," he stuttered not knowing my name.  Not knowing what else to do, I quickly moved forward herding him towards the door.

"Anyway, I'll tell Prof. Edelman when he comes back," I explained shutting the door behind him.  Oh no.  Now what do I do?  The head of the department has seen my bare backside.  I'll probably lose my job for sure.  Before I had time to think, Jack appeared at the door.

"I just bumped into Prof. Carlson," he told me.  I stood facing Jack, covering my exposed backside with a journal.

"What did he say?" I asked fearing the worst.

"He just asked about that paper from last year's conference.  Could you be a dear, and take him down a copy?"

I hesitated for the longest time, and then finally answered,

"Um, no..."

"What?  Why not?"

"I'd rather not," I blushed, not knowing how to explain.  "Do you think you could?"

"I guess.  What's the matter?  Don't you get along with Carlson?"

"I just think it would be better if you did it."

Prof. Edelman looked at me, not really understanding, but eventually, dug out the paper, and took it down himself.  I guess I should have taken this chance to pull my panties back on, but I was so confused... so upset... so aroused I guess by what had happened I couldn't focus.

Eventually, Jack came back, and settled into his chair at his desk.  He didn't pry, didn't ask me anything, just got back to work.  My heart was still beating away, but I felt grateful to Jack for being so understanding.  He was always like that, always so kind.  I wasn't in love with him, but I did feel very close to him, that day more than ever.  I stood there quietly in his office looking at him and then around at his books.

"How many books do you have total?" I asked, a bit curious.

"I don't know.  Two hundred maybe.  There's more at home."

"Have you read them all?" I pursued, swaying back and forth.

"Not all," he mumbled, briefly glancing over this way.  I was standing with my back to him, but being the gentleman that he is, he looked up towards my face not down towards my rear end.  I eventually retreated back to the study, feeling a bit embarrassed but worked up at the same time.

I sat in the den for a while, leafing through the books, while Jack continued to type away at this computer.  I guess I'd better pull my panties back on, but before I did that, I decided to try one last little gambit.  I undid my belt, and pulled my skirt up even more.  I stared down at my pubic hair now plainly in view under the hem of my skirt.  I knew this was a bit much, but I just wanted to try it, before getting back dressed.  I slowly got up, and walked over to his office door, hiding behind the frame.  Jack looked so pensive as if he was trying to decide something.  Just as I turned to go back to the table, he suddenly asked,

"Is that Kawabata short story collection on the shelf there somewhere?"

All panicky now, I yanked at the skirt trying to pull it back down, but I'd done up the belt too tight.

"Um yeah, just a minute," I sing-songed, trying to stall him.  I frantically clawed at the belt, trying to get it undone, but before I could, he was there at the door behind me.  Amazingly, he didn't seem to notice how high I'd pulled up my skirt, not right away anyway.  He was too busy scanning the shelves for the book he wanted.

"Is that it maybe?" he asked pointing at a book sitting sideways on the shelf.  Leaving my skirt for the moment, I walked over to where he was pointing trying to hold my legs as close together as possible, so he wouldn't be able to see my pussy.

"This one?" I asked, still with my back to him, trying to hide how much I was blushing.

"No, no, not that one.  The one with the commentary... by Suzuki or someone."  He continued to scan the shelves, his eyes going up and up.  "Oh there it is up on the top shelf," he finally said, his face lighting up.  I stared up at it in despair.

"Here, you go back to your office, and I'll bring it to you," I suggested still not facing him.  Unfortunately, Jack had finally twigged that something was up.  His eyes moved down my back, only to stop when they reached my buttocks cheeks, peeking out from under my skirt.  He looked puzzled more than anything, wondering I guess why I, the ever so innocent Emi, was dressed this way.  Seeing the taut round cheeks of my fanny though had clearly made him lose his train of thought.

"Did you hear me?" I persisted.  "Go back, and I'll bring it to you."

He was in a complete daze by then, studying my face, still trying to figure out what was going on.  I finally managed to shoo him back to his office, but the problem now was my pussy was tingling like crazy.  What should I do now?  Pull my panties back on?  Or just continue on as if nothing was wrong?  If I'd been thinking a little clearer, I would have pulled on my panties, but the excitement of the last few days was getting to me.  Even though I could tell he was watching now, I pulled over the ladder, and gathered up my nerve.  This wasn't such a bad thing now, was it?  He didn't seem upset or anything.  Maybe he didn't mind.

I grabbed hold of the ladder, and slowly lifted my foot up to the first rung, tensing my bare buttocks in an effort to hold in the mounting sensations.  Step by step, I climbed up the ladder.  When I reached the book, I looked back over at him, but he'd clearly forgotten all about the book, and sat there staring at my bare bottom in wonder.

I still think everything would have been alright, if it hadn't been for what happened next.  Our office had been so quiet all day, but suddenly out of nowhere, the door opened, and there were Bruce and Candy, Jack's oh so serious graduate students.  Bruce I guess was the first to notice, and his jaw dropped open as he stared up at the soft round curves of my bare bottom.  It took Candy a second longer to realize where he was looking.  I clutched the ladder for dear life, as she exploded,

"What on earth is going on here?"  Candy was a short-haired strawberry blonde, but with this stern serious streak I mentioned.  I of course knew I looked indecent, perched up here on the ladder, but I'd gone so far past the point of no return that all I could do was giggle.  For some reason, it just all seemed so funny all of a sudden.  Bruce, not missing a beat, dashed over to the foot of the ladder supposedly to help me down.  I took out the book, and slowly backed down the stairs.  Bruce reached up, and grabbed me by the waist, deliberately lifting up my skirt to confirm that I was indeed wearing nothing underneath.  Jack came out to the study, and Candy looked even more scandalized.

"In god's name, what's going on?" she kept demanding.  I tried in vain to push down my skirt over my pussy, but now Bruce was laughing too, and even Prof. Edelman was finding it hard to hide his grin.  What made things even funnier was Candy was now staring daggers at Jack as if he had something to do with my indecent attire.

"Candy, Candy.  Calm down," I finally reassured her.  "It's my fault in a way.  I lost a bet with a friend, and this is what they made me do as punishment."  I know you are not supposed to lie and stuff, but on the spur of the moment, this was the best story I could come up with.  Candy clearly didn't believe me, but I stuck to that story.  At least it didn't make me seem like a nympho.  Bruce for his part kept grabbing the back of my skirt and pulling it up, so he could admire my bare bottom.  I guess Candy kind of liked Bruce because this seemed to get her even angrier.

"Here, anyway, I'll go get dressed if it makes you feel any better."

Both Jack and Bruce looked plenty disappointed, but I quickly gathered up my bag, and headed out to the empty stairwell next door.  This wasn't the most private place to change, but I didn't want to go any further for fear of bumping into someone.

When I got back, Candy was still in an uproar bawling out Jack for letting me run around half naked like that.  Jack just took it perhaps feeling guilty for having ogled me instead of saying something.  I was beginning to regret causing such a scene, but I honestly hadn't realized that Bruce and Candy would show up.  Bruce eventually managed to get Candy to calm back down, but anyway, that day was shot as far as getting any more work done.  Eventually, Bruce and Candy left, and I apologized to Jack.

"I'm really so sorry.  I never meant to..."

"That's OK," he smiled calmly.  "What was this bet about, and who was it with?"

"Oh it was nothing.  It was just this silly thing with one of my friends."  I don't know if he believed me or not, but he didn't say much more about it, and soon let me go home.

I went back to my more conservative clothes after that, but the next few days whenever Jack would look at me, he would get this mischievous gleam in his eye, perhaps remembering that day.  Candy continued to stare daggers at me every time we met, but eventually, even she began to calm down.  Bruce started treating me different, hitting on me, asking for dates, but I'd always gracefully decline.  I felt a tinge of regret more for getting caught than for having done it, but it seemed like I'd managed to ride out the storm again.  Some day I am going to have to settle down.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/