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The Trap

Chapter 1

The Trap


Chapter One

Let me introduce myself.  My name is Bob and I am a normal twenty five year old
guy.  I am going to tell you the story of a remarkable thing that happened to be
a few years back when I was at university.

My story begins in the spring term of my second year at university in Birmingham
(a large city in Central England for those of you who may not know it) and I
would have been around nineteen or twenty.  I liked to think that I was a
popular student - I certainly had a lot of good friends, and spent every night
drinking and generally socialising with my fellow students.  I also liked to
think that I was a good looking guy, and the number of women that flirted with
me and asked me out certainly gave some substance to this belief.  I was still
living in the halls of residence that the university provided for some of the
students to live in, and this meant that I knew most of the faces I saw around,
and most of them knew me.

One particular Wednesday morning, I had to get up particularly early for my
fortnightly Political Philosophy tutorial.  For some reason, Dr. Ellis insisted
on holding the tutorials at eight o' clock in the morning, a little early for
even the most conscientious of students.  The one thing that gave me an
incentive to attend these tutorials promptly was that Dr. Ellis was a
particularly attractive young woman fresh from her postgraduate studies, around
her mid-to-late twenties.  She was far removed from the gnarly old political
science and social studies lecturers in their tweed jackets, I can assure you. 
She had neat dark brown hair cut into a stylish bob, penetrating dark eyes and
the most gorgeous, perfect olive skin I had ever seen.  I guessed that she was
maybe half Italian or perhaps Greek.  Those who knew me would have said that she
wasn't my type, as I normally went for obvious blondes with big tits, but this
woman had that something about her.

Attractive though I found Dr. Ellis, I was never tempted to make a move on her,
as you can imagine (at least not outside the confines of my imagination). 
Although I thought I had caught her staring at me on a few occasions, and her
body language towards me seemed to suggest that she liked me, the fact was that
this woman was my teacher.  I imagined that we both probably would have got
thrown out of the university, and I knew for sure that my mates would have given
me a hard time for the rest of my life.  I was therefore content to admire Dr.
Ellis from afar, and my attention remained focused on girls my own age.  After
all, there were ten thousand students at our university, so I guessed that half
of those made potential targets.

So anyway, despite a stinking hangover I was determined to get up and attend the
lesson.  After getting out of bed and quickly showering and dressing, I made the
ten minute walk across campus and approached the dark, depressing concrete
monstrosity that was the politics department.  I arrived just in time to meet my
five classmates in the foyer, and we made our way through the maze of corridors
and hallways eventually arriving outside Dr. Ellis' office door.  I knocked
loudly.

"Come in" we heard her say in her unmistakable upper middle class accent (which
my friends and I found to be extremely sexy, we had told each other one drunken
night).  We duly obeyed, opening the door and filing one by one into the office. 
As I took a seat around by the blackboard, I looked up and got the day's first
good look at the heavenly woman.  She was dressed smartly in a black pencil
skirt and a grey slash-neck top, and as it was a warm spring day she wore no
tights so her bare legs were exposed.  Very nice, I thought - definitely sexy
without being cheap or over the top.  I could tell that my two male classmates
shared my sentiments by the way all three of us shared a knowing smile as she
looked away to retrieve a book from a high shelf.

"Morning everyone" she greeted us.  "Thank you all for once again making an
effort and getting to my class on time.  I know it can't be easy to get up early
when you've been out drinking until the small hours."  I smiled to myself,
wondering if she had smelt my "beer breath".  Dr. Ellis stood next to where I
sat by the blackboard, and began the lesson straight away.  The tutorial started
off fairly easily, but the subject matter became more and more advanced as the
minutes ticked by.  Nevertheless, forty five minutes passed fairly uneventfully
(apart from the odd glance that Dr. Ellis shot my way from time to time) and
soon the lesson was over, some fifteen minutes early.  All six of us were
capable students and so we were able to cover the necessary subject matter in a
short time.  As the lesson ended, Dr. Ellis thanked us all once again for coming
and wished us all a good day.  Just as we were packing our things however, she
touched me on the arm to get my attention.

"Robert" she said (my teachers never called me Bob), "could you stay behind for
a moment, please?  There are a couple of concepts I need to go over with you,
I'm not sure you've fully got a grasp on some of the finer points we've talked
about this morning".

"Of course" I said, putting my pad and pen back down onto the desk.  The other
two male students looked round at me on their way out, and I am sure that I
detected jealousy in their expressions.  To tell the truth, I had been proud of
my progress in this particular subject, and I felt embarrassed that I was being
kept behind.

"Close the door on the way out, would you?"  Dr. Ellis sweetly asked the last of
the group to leave the room.  The student complied with her request and the door
was closed firmly, and we were confronted with silence.  My teacher looked at me
for a moment and then slowly stood up from her chair, moving round to sit on the
edge of the front of the desk close to where I sat.  She held a ball point pen
in her left hand which she began to tap on the desk, and when I looked up to her
face she appeared to be deep in thought.  I remained silent, and it seemed like
hours before Dr. Ellis eventually spoke.

"Why do you think I have asked you to stay behind this morning, Robert?" she
asked purposefully.

"I... I don't know" I replied, "you said that there were a couple of concepts
you needed to explain, which has left me a bit confused as I thought that I was
doing pretty well in this course."  She looked down at me and we shared eye
contact for a few seconds, before she turned away.

"Yes Robert, you are doing well; in fact you are a very talented student."

"Then I'm afraid I don't understand" I remarked.  "Can I leave now?  I have
another class to get to in ten minutes."

"Please, wait a minute" she said, now appearing slightly flustered.  "Robert, I
don't know if you have noticed anything... anything about the way I am when I am
around you."

"Like what?"  I asked. "Is there some kind of problem?"  She smiled down at me
from where she sat, and stood up to her full height.  She must have been almost
as tall as me in those heels she was wearing.

"No Robert, there's no problem.  Robert, I like you... I have been trying not to
show it, but I am afraid my emotions have been betraying me."  The confident,
self-assured woman I knew was gone, and in her place was now a shy, embarrassed
girl.  "I am attracted to you, Robert" she said, visibly shaking.  "I would very
much like it if we could go out for a drink some time".  Again silence.  "Well,
what do you say?"  Now the teacher was not the only nervous person in the room.

"Dr. Ellis... you are my tutor.  We can't go out, it wouldn't be right.  We'd
both be thrown out of the university, for a start."

"Oh God, I know all that" she said.  "But don't you think it's worth the risk?" 
More silence followed.  I did not know what to do or say that could have made
the situation any less awkward, but no matter how attracted I was to this woman
I was determined to do the right thing.  I said nothing and waited for her to
speak again.  "OK, let's just forget it, forget I said anything" she spat,
looking really quite upset.  I looked up at her, trying to smile as best I could
in order to convey my sympathy.  I had been blown out by plenty of girls in my
time, so I could imagine the embarrassment she was feeling.  "Just do me one
favour, please..." she said.

"Don't worry" I replied, cutting her off.  "I won't tell anyone.  I promise."  I
finished collecting my things together and left the room without either of us
saying another word.  My teacher stood facing into the wall, presumably so she
would not have to look at me and feel further humiliation.  I walked slowly to
my nine o'clock lecture, my mind going over what had just occurred.  Although
the situation was downright weird, I did, of course, feel extremely flattered
and I had a definite swagger to my walk as I made my way to the Social Science
building.



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