3 comments/ 78423 views/ 13 favorites My Professor By: pj I should probably give you a bit of background information on me first. I am a 21 year old college student. I am a Jr. in our University’s pre-med program. I’m 5’8” with dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a medium build, with my 2 best characteristics being my long slender legs and my more than adequate bosom. At a 34 DD, they tend to get some attention. Since I left home to embark in the excitement of college life, I must tell you my leading fantasy has been to sleep with one of my professors. It’s not like I needed help with my grades or anything like that, it is just a situation I’ve found most arousing. Alas, even with my best efforts, revealing clothing, several afternoon “help” sessions, I had yet to snag a professor. Sure there were several professors from other departments interested, but that is not what I wanted. I wanted one of my professors to take the bait. One that would have to see me every week in class. One that I could make blush when I sat in the front row, with my little skirts on and my legs spread open. I was nearing the end of my third year, midterms had been handed in, and still nothing. I feared that my little fantasy would never be realized. Then, from one of my least likely sources, I noticed I might just have a candidate. He was a younger professor, perhaps not even thirty. One of those genius types who finished high school at 12, you know the type. He was cute though, not by any means the “pocket protector type.” He came to our university from Ireland, quite evident from his cute little Irish accent. He was a sweet and innocent kind of guy. He’d tell us in class about his drinking adventures over the weekend, or how this or that TA had turned him down for a date, again. I hadn’t really noticed his interest in me until after I began realizing I was receiving better grades on tests, quizzes, and homework than I knew I deserved. After that I began noticing him glancing at me during lecture. Then he would start arriving early to class to chat, because I was forever early. I realized this fantasy had dominated my thoughts all this time, but I had no plan of action. Little did I know, I didn’t really need one. So it was a normal Friday night. My friends and I were hanging out at a local bar. That is one good thing about my college at least, its in a town and not in the middle of nowhere. So my girls and I are hanging out at the bar, each working on our second free drink from the bartender. What can I say, when you’re good you’re good. So we are discussing the guys around the bar, trying to scope out any possibilities for the evening, if you know what I mean, when from across the bar I catch the eye of someone familiar. Well what do you know, its Paul, my professor. There he was standing on the other side of the bar, checking me out whenever he didn’t think I was looking. He was standing with two dark haired attractive men, his French roommates he is always talking about I’d imagine. It was easy to tell, even through the smoke filled bar, that his friends had noticed him watching me and asked him something about it. Probably the typical “so who you looking at,” or “do you know her,” type of thing. Surely he tried to come up with some explanation. From his body language you could tell he was trying to be all macho, probably making up some story about sleeping with me or the like. Who knows. I notice his friends nudging him and motioning him to go over by me. I see him give a reluctant and nervous kind of nod to his friends. Perfect. I turned to face the bar and chatted a bit with my friends. I told them a I found one for the night. They nodded, knowing exactly what I meant. So I stood there all innocently like, “lalala I don’t know you are coming over to talk to me, lalala.” I am sure you know what I mean. When all of a sudden someone taps me on the shoulder, oh what a surprise. I turn around and what do you know, its Paul. “Oh wow Paul, hi. I didn’t know you came down here on weekends.” That was a lie. I did know it, he had mentioned it once or twice that he comes down here sometimes. I just had never run into him while I was at that particular bar before. “Yeah my friends and I come down here sometimes.” He like nods his head in the direction of his roommate friends I was talking about. It was odd though how he did it, like he was nervous that they might notice. I glanced over, and sure as hell they were watching the two of us like hawks, so I discretely looked away. I am good at not being seen. Them watching us like that made me wonder what had been said over there. “Are those your French roommates you talk about in class sometimes?” I just needed to throw in that class bit. It would have been too easy on him if he could just disconnect me from school and think of me as any random girl in a bar. “Yeah, yeah that’s them. I dunno, they just had this silly idea that, well that…” His voice drifted off. He looked down at the ground, he was blushing a little. He recovered quickly and entered back to the conversation. “You look about done with your drink, can I buy you another one?” Not bad for a blushful teacher. “Sure, how sweet. Lord knows I am nothing but a broke college student.” Another hit for the professor bit. I realized eventually that he was looking at me uneasy like because I forgot to tell him what I was drinking… “Oh, um it’s a Long Island Ice Tea.” He leaned over the bar and got one for me. Left the bartender a pretty good tip too. Do you think he was just trying to impress me? So anyway he hands me my drink and I say thanks of course. “You better watch out with those,” he says. “They are a pretty strong drink.” “Yeah I know. This will be my…. My fourth I think. But what can I say, I can’t stand that weak shit.” “I’m impressed. I don’t know too many people who can drink 3 of those things and still seem sober.” “Well my entire family are a bunch of alcoholics. I guess you could say I was blessed with an incredible tolerance.” Uneasy silence…. “So what’s going on Paul? I mean you are over here making small talk, buying your student drinks. It’s a good thing I suppose that I am over 21 or you might really be in trouble. And I am getting a bit of an uneasy feeling here with your friends watching us like they are. What’s all this about?” “I’m sorry, I mean you are absolutely right… I don’t….” I interrupt. “Don’t be sorry. I don’t mind the drink, and hanging out with you. I just have the funniest suspicion that something is going on, I was just curious what.” “Well you see my friends over there?” I nod. “You know they are always talking about all these girls they get and all. And are always wanting to fix me up with some of their sloppy seconds, you know. There was some girl in the bar they pointed out before, and well you know. They make me feel like an idiot. So you know, I saw you over here… and well I just, I just…” “You just what? Told them you knew me? Told them I was one of your students with some little crush on you? Told them you’ve had me? Something like that?” “Yeah pretty much something like that.” “I see. So they are watching waiting for a show is that it?” He nodded, looking a bit embarrassed. I downed the rest of my drink and put it on the bar. “Buy me another drink.” He looked at me a little shocked. I giggled seductively. I put my hand on his arm and said, “Well Paul, so long as they are watching you want to make this look good don’t you. So buy me another drink.” He smiled and eased up a bit. He went back to the bar and got me another drink. He handed it to me and whispered, “I’m sorry about this. You really don’t have to do this though.” “Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t want you to look bad in front of your friends. Don’t worry Paul, everything is going to be ok. I promise. You are going to have to do some more talking though. They will notice eventually if I am doing all the talking. So come on, entertain me while I finish my drink.” We talked as I worked on my drink. Every once and a while I would throw in a giggle, or anything looking seductive. Like I was being drawn in by his infectious flirting. I could see why he didn’t get dates though. He was far too nervous. But it was cute. I finished my drink and put it down on the bar. Well here goes nothing. I grabbed his arm and pulled him close to me. I put my face next to his and began whispering in his ear. “Now don’t let your face let your friends know that anything’s wrong, so keep a straight face. I hope you realize I am not just some stupid little girl. I do not appreciate what I am sure you told your friends about me. I know it was probably something like I hang all over you during class, or that I fucked you in your office.” I leaned my body against him. “But we both know its not me with the crush. That you are the one who stares at me, your student, during class. That you can’t even make it through a single lecture without losing your train of thought because you are too busy staring at my breasts. That you have probably jerked off thinking of my body being pressed against yours like it is now. And now here we are, making small talk so that your friends think you’ve fucked me. And all for what, two drinks. What kind of whore does that make me? Huh?” I leaned back. I assessed the damage. I’m surprised that he kept a straight face fairly well, his cheeks were a bit red but I am sure his friends couldn’t notice. He went to turn away, and I grabbed his arm to stop him. “You know it’s a little too smoky in here, why don’t we go outside for a minute?” He nodded, a bit confused. So we walked out, with my hand on his arm. I could see his friends grins as we walked out, impressed with their friend. Good, I had done a good job. As soon as we got to the sidewalk his face dropped. I swear it looked like the poor guy was going to cry. He started again with the apologies, and “I swear I hadn’t said anything like that it was just…” “Stop. I don’t want to hear it. Come on we are going for a walk.” We walked in silence for a couple of blocks. He mostly shook his head, knowing he had fucked up. “You know I am really s….” “Stop. I don’t want to have to say it again.” By now he was fairly confused. Here he was walking down the dark streets with an attractive girl who was quite obviously pissed off at him. I would imagine he was wondering what I was thinking, where we were going, what was I going to do. But he dared not ask. I turned down a darkened alley that lead to the back entrances to some of the shops on the main road. “Where are we….” I put my finger up and he instantly shut up. Well this is working well, no? So a block or two into the alleyway we are far away from the main road where there is likely to be any people walking by. I stopped and leaned up against a near by building. I put my head down and put my hand up to my forehead. It looked like I was really upset, or sick maybe. He stood back for a minute. Trying to figure out what to do. I did just yell at him every time he tried to talk after all. Finally he grabbed my shoulder and asked if I was ok. I didn’t answer. He asked again. I said nothing. He grabbed my other shoulder, hoping to get some response. I stood there, lifeless except for my breathing. Then I grabbed him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him so close to me. I pouted and began to cry, at least he thought I was crying. He held me tighter and apologized over and over for saying what he said about me. I pressed myself against his body. I breathed in deeply and rubbed my breasts against his chest. He stopped apologizing, and just held me uneasily as I rubbed up against his body. My head rested on his shoulder close to his ear. My whimpers slowly changed to moans. He held me tighter and began to breathe heavy. I continued rubbing myself against him and moaning in his ear and breathing on his neck. He was breathing so heavy, and he thought I didn’t notice the moans occasionally slipping out. But I heard. I began biting at his neck. He went to pull away, mostly in shock I would imagine, but I dug my nails deep into his neck and held him there. I could feel his hard cock against my leg as I pressed myself against his body. I reached my hand up the back of his shirt and violently scratched down his back. He moaned loudly. I did it again, louder, and again, louder. I could feel the slightly moist feeling on his back, blood. I had broken the skin, but he loved it. You could tell he wanted more. He would have to wait. I felt his lips brush against my neck. Yes. He finally got the point. I let out a gentle moan. He began kissing and sucking on my neck. He was sweet and gentle, but very sensual. I wanted more. Sweet and gentle is for the bedroom, not for a dark alleyway at 2:00 am. I grabbed his hair and tugged on it, then pushed his head back into my neck. He moaned again. He began to bite at my neck, soft at first and then harder. He guided his movements by my moans, the louder I was the harder he bit into my neck. His hands drifted off my shoulders, and slowly made their way to my breasts. He massaged them gently at first, then harder and harder… tugging and gripping them harder and harder. He pushed me off of him. I just stood there stunned. He pushed me, roughly, up against the building wall. He took his hand and held it across my throat, not quite tight enough to actually choke me, but tight enough for me to get the picture. He pressed his lips against mine. He kissed my violently and harshly, his teeth brushing against my lips, a little biting here and there, but it was ever so arousing. His hands returned to my breasts. He groped at them again through my shirt, and then with a grunt of frustration he ripped the material of my thin shirt right down the middle, revealing my bra underneath. He moved the material from my bra away from my breasts. He grabbed and squeezed my breasts, so strong. It felt as though he would leave bruises. He pinched my nipples between his fingers. It made me scream in both pain and pleasure. He bent over slightly, just enough to reach my breasts and suck on them. He kissed and sucked on them all over. He then took my nipple in his mouth. He gently sucked on it, and then all of a sudden sunk his teeth into my nipple. I again screamed out. I knew we would probably be caught if we kept up like this, but I didn’t care. Who would have known under that shy exterior lived this animal? All he needed was a little coaxing to come out of his shell. He continued ravaging my breasts. I placed my hands on the back of his head. He halted instantly. He grabbed my hands and flung them away. Not expecting it, they slammed against the brick building I was leaning against. I winced in pain. He just glared at me, just I had done not even an hour ago when I told him to stop apologizing. I understood, this was his show now. He stood back up and went back to sucking and biting at my neck. One hand slid down my waist, down onto my thigh, and slowly up my skirt. His hand crept up my thigh until it found my pantyless cunt. He gasped slightly. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head until my ear was near his lips. “You little slut!” he whispered in my ear. I just groaned. His fingers toyed with my cunt, teasing my clit. He rubbed me gently. He sometimes let his fingers slowly slide inside me, but he would pull them out. Everything he did, he did to tease me, and torment me. He made me squirm. God did I want him more than ever right now. All of a sudden he stopped again, and pulled away. I looked at him anxiously, waiting for him to continue this game. He just stared at me, looking me up and down. He placed his hand under my chin and lifted my face up a little. “Now what is a girl like you doing out this late? Hmm young lady? Don’t you have a test in my class on Monday you should be studying for? Or perhaps you forgot?” “No of course I didn’t forget. I am going to study. Really I am.” “Well not tonight your not going to, now are you?” I just looked shamefully down toward my feet. He again placed his hand under my chin and lifted my face so my eyes met his. “Now open my pants, Bitch!” I let out a bit of a giddy moan and felt my cunt start aching all over again. I obeyed. I reached down and undid his belt buckle, slowly. I unbuttoned his pants and carefully lowered the zipper. I rubbed my hand against his hard cock. I reached in his pants and wrapped my hand around his cock. God it felt so big. I slowly pulled it from out of his boxer shorts. He pushed me back up against the wall. He pushed against my shoulder with his arm and held me pinned against the wall. He lifted up my right leg with his other hand and wrapped it around his back. Then he grabbed his cock and started to rub it back and forth against my hot wet cunt. I just moaned. “Is this what you wanted?” “Yessss…” “All of that act you did. The flirting in the bar, then turning and making me feel so bad about it. The walk, ordering me around. This is what you wanted the whole time isn’t it?” “Yesss…” “You trying to make me feel bad. Trying to make me feel like the schmuck for wanting to fuck my student all these months. But you coming to class in those slutty outfits all this time was no accident was it. You tried to make my gawking at you during class into such a crime, but all the time you were asking for it. This is all you have wanted since you got to my class. Right? You have wanted to fuck me since day one, and all this charade, that’s what this was all about. You just wanted my cock, and you did all this, and went to all this trouble just to get it didn’t you?” “Pleeaassee….” “What’s the matter. Am I teasing you. I bet you want me to shove my cock in you, don’t you. This is just killing you right? Its right there, but all you want is it in you. What will you do to have it?” “Anything… please…” “Anything, eh? Well I want you to tell me how sorry you are for playing these games with me all night. And I want you to beg for it. Beg me to fuck you or this is the closest you will ever get to having my cock in you.” “I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it all. I just wanted to fuck you. That is all I want. Please… please Paul just fuck me. Groan. Please all I want is your cock in me. Please… Oh God I have never wanted anything as much as I want your cock right now. Please. PLEASE!!” “Aaaaahhhhhh!!” I scream as he shoves his huge cock inside my tight little cunt. He slams his cock in and out of me… my back pounding against the brick wall. “Oh God yes Paul! Harder please!” And he does. Harder and harder he pounds me. His cock ripping apart my tight wet cunt. He grasps my hair and pulls hardly, jerking my head up. He holds me there while he bites at my neck. All the while he never skips a beat. Pounding me with his cock, harder…. Harder. It is like everything around me just stopped. Time stood still. I could feel myself screaming from the bottom of my toes, but I couldn’t hear it… There was nothing but pleasure. I gripped my hands tightly to his back, digging my nails deep into his flesh as I orgasmed… once…. Oh my God twice…. Holy Shit Three times! I screamed… People three blocks away could have heard me. “Oh God yes…. Oh Paul…. Fuck me!!!” I could feel myself starting on my fourth orgasm… God this was amazing. I could tell he was getting close too. He moaned and grunted in my ear as he fucked me, pounding faster and faster…. I came one last time as I felt him orgasm deep inside of me. He moaned loudly in my ear and pulled hard on my hair as he came. I nearly collapsed. I would have fallen to the ground had he not been holding me up. “That was the most amazing…. I mean it was…. There’s just no way to describe… I mean…. Groan,” was all I could manage to say. He just smiled. He held me up with one arm while he buttoned his pants, and closed his belt. He ducked his head under my arm, so that my arm rested around his shoulders. He helped me to stand up and straighten out my clothes. With one arm around him for support, and the other holding my torn shirt closed, we slowly made our way out of the alley. My Professor We got back to his off campus apartment. I laid down in his bed and passed out in pure exhaustion. ***************** She looked so sweet laying there in my bed, her clothes all tattered and torn. I sat down on the couch in the living room. I had only been sitting there about 10 minutes when my two roommates returned for the evening, neither one had a girl on their arms. The night must have been a total flop for them, for once. They looked at me with the same disappointed look they always give me when they find me alone on the couch when they return. “What happened? Did it not work out with that girl from the bar?” I smirked, “Oh it worked out alright.” They didn’t look convinced. I got up and motioned for them to follow. I lead them to my bedroom and opened the door. There she was right where I left her not more than 20 minutes ago. She had rolled onto her back, so not only could you tell her clothes had been soiled and a bit torn at, but the large rip down the front of her shirt was visible. Her shirt lay ripped apart, half still covering part of her chest, while the rest lay by her side. They both turned to me looking fairly impressed with my work. “Didn’t I tell you?” I said. “I knew what I was doing.” My Professor She stood there in a group of students, sipping champagne, listening to one of her colleagues explain his theory of how one particular type of psychosis is developed and attempted to stay interested in the subject matter. This evening she felt particularly confident wearing her best fitting dress and heels. Her dress was black and shimmery and had a 50s style cut, tight on the top, nipping in at the smallest place of her waist, and flaring out a bit at the hips before tapering into an A-line finish right at her knees. Her shoes were black, open-toed heels and her jewelry was minimal and tasteful. Her hair was curled under slightly and hit just below her jaw-line, highlighting her pretty profile. She had put on just enough make-up this evening to give her a natural glow. She knew she looked lovely and was trying her best not to mess up the effect with bad posture. This evening, she was distracted because her professor-crush was supposed to be at the networking event. Her former professor, Alex, was very hansom with dark, slicked back hair and big, beautiful dark blue eyes. He always dressed in slacks and a collared shirt with his sleeves cuffed to his elbows and had a dry, subtle humor that drove her crazy. He was also clean-cut enough that she sometimes wondered if he was gay. She hoped that he was simply metrosexual, or at least bisexual, so she could continue to entertain her casual fantasies about him. She knew, from their time together in class, that he respected her and thought she was funny, but she couldn't tell if the admiration went beyond that; which was, of course, part of the attraction. Her thoughts had just begun to stray towards her favorite fantasy of Alex cornering her in a classroom one evening after class, when she caught a glimpse of him coming in the door. She tried desperately to look interested in her colleague's story, just as the last of her attention left what he was saying. Out of the corner of her eye, she tried to follow where he went, but he had disappeared into the crowd. Disappointed, she shifted her weight and did her best to make sense of where the conversation had gone in her mental absence. Just as she had reengaged in the discussion and was about to take issue with her colleague's theory, a warm hand touched her bare elbow, causing her to start and turn around. And, there he was, smiling at her. She smiled back her warmest smile. "Hi, Alex!" She said, turning her back on her previous conversation partners. The others barely noticed her exit, considering her limited contributions, and the group closed behind her, talking animatedly about CBT theories. "Hi, Andy." He said in return. "Sorry to interrupt you—I just wanted to say hello and tell you how much I enjoyed your final presentation. You definitely put a lot of work into it." "Aw. Thanks!" Andy said, pleased by the compliment. "I hoped that it made sense to everyone. Sometimes I get to the ends of presentations and I have no idea if I said what I wanted to say." She smiled at Alex. "No," he drawled in his slight East Coast accent, "it made sense. I liked that you found a way to make the topic relevant to the class. You definitely did a lot of research," he said, raising his eyebrows slightly. She giggled at this and watched happily as his eyes crinkled in a smile at the sound. "Thanks for noticing!" She laughed. "I definitely tried to be thorough. I'm glad that came across." She worried for a moment that the conversation was close to ending. They could only talk about her presentation for so long. She took a stab at another subject. "Did you just come from the Clinic?" "Yea." He sighed wearily. "Just finished. It was a long day—there were a couple of emergencies today that completely drained me." She listened happily as he talked about his day, glad that she had found a subject he found interesting. Not only did she love hearing about his clients from an educational stand-point, she was pleased that the conversation seemed to be going well. They stood in the middle of the room for a quarter of an hour chatting about his clients and their emergencies. Then, he suggested that they get some food and find a table. She could tell that he was enjoying himself, but felt awkward talking to only one student for the whole evening. She followed his lead and they chatted easily as they stood in line for food and found a round table with other professors and students from the program. They sat down next to each other and talked a bit with the other professors and students at the table. The conversation was easy and the drinks flowed liberally. Soon, the dinner was eaten and the dance floor began to fill up. Ultimately, Alex and Andy began talking to each other again, as people at the table paired up in conversation or left to dance. As the band began playing La Vie en Rose, Alex looked at Andy slyly and said, "Andy. Come dance with me! This happens to be my favorite song." Andy, trying to stay composed in her excitement, smiled broadly and said she would love to. This song also happened to be a favorite of hers. Alex rose from the table, offering Andy his hand. As Andy took his hand, the butterflies that had calmed down from earlier, took flight again and began swooping rather lower than before. Andy walked carefully and deliberately to the dance floor and was happy to discover that she was not feeling the effects of the champagne as much as expected. As Alex led them to an open space on the floor, Andy congratulated herself on eating enough food to keep her intoxication at a manageable level. After all, she wanted to remember ALL of this. Alex found an acceptable space and gently swung Andy around into dancing position. The whole thing was done so elegantly that Andy's heart sunk slightly— she decided that between his superb dancing ability and his affinity for 1940s ballads, he had to be gay. Gay or James Bond. Fortunately, she was drunk enough that this thought did not trouble her for long. Andy decided to concentrate on the ever-lowering butterflies and enjoy the evening. She let herself notice the smooth strength of Alex's hand on hers. She let her middle squirm a little as she concentrated on his fingers pressing into the flesh at her waist. She breathed in deeply to catch the light, clean sent of aftershave and soap that drifted over from Alex's body. Despite this assault on her senses, she kept up her end of the conversation admirably. They talked about clients and classes, world affairs and dreams. They discovered that they shared a love of musicals ("Damn!" she thought). After a few beautiful numbers by the band, Andy realized with a tingle that she was closer to Alex than before. Her breasts were brushing against his chest and his hand had traveled from the small of her back to the side of her waist, so that his arm almost completely encircled her. She felt his arm flex supportively when she leaned back to laugh or see his reaction. Finally, after five or so slow songs, the band picked up the tempo with a swing number and Alex led Andy off the floor saying he was simply too old for that kind of speed. Andy laughed, but was disappointed. She had felt so warm on the dance floor next to him and she was very sad to leave it. She wondered if she would ever be that close to him again. As they left the dance floor, Andy glanced at a clock on the wall and gasped. It was almost midnight and she had planned to get up early the next morning to do work. Alex caught her glance at the wall and smile at her. "Getting late?" he smiled. "Yea." She said, looking down at her arm and smiling sadly. "I have to get up early tomorrow or I'm never going to finish my last paper." "I understand." Said Alex. "Grad students never get a break. I remember. I should probably leave too. Hold on a minute while I get my coat and I'll walk with you out." Andy said she would wait and put on her coat and purse in preparation. After a moment, Alex came back and, offering her his crooked arm, led her out of the room. They walked into the elevator and Andy pushed the button for the bottom floor. "Alex, thank you so much for talking and dancing with me tonight." Andy smile warmly at Alex, "I had so much fun. I didn't think these networking things could be so enjoyable. I'm really glad you came." Alex smiled back at Andy, almost shyly, "Thank you to you. We are always expected to go to these things, but I usually don't have a good time and I never stay this late." Too soon, the elevator reached the bottom floor and the two exited the hotel. It was a cool San Francisco night, and both of them adjusted their scarves a little tighter around their necks. Finally, it was the moment when both should have said goodnight and gone to their respective apartments. But then, Andy heard herself say, "you know, now that we're down here, I'm not even kind of tired. You want to go grab a tea or something? I think there's a place around here that's open at this time..." And, miracle of miracles, Alex said, "Sure! We can do that or we can save some money and get some tea at my place? I only live a few blocks away." Surprising herself completely, Andy agreed to this and soon they were walking in the opposite direction of the MUNI, toward Alex's apartment. Both seemed more awkward now and, with their minds in a different place, their conversation felt forced for the first time all night. As they walked up the three flights to Alex's apartment, Andy found herself talking about the Spanish tiles on the stairwell. She considered this a conversational low point for the year and forced herself to shut up, letting Alex chose the next topic of conversation. Alex fumbled around at the door and soon they were walking into a small, simply decorated apartment. All of the furniture was a soft, dark brown leather and was well broken in, but nice. Off to the right, behind the space for the dining room, there was a kitchen. After showing Andy the place to put her coat and purse, he walked towards the kitchen to make the tea, calling off tea options for her as he went. Andy said that cinnamon was great as she took off her coat, purse and shoes (she had seen him take his shoes off at the door and decided to follow suit). Then, she walked barefoot into the kitchen and was playfully shooed away by Alex who told her to put on a record in the living room. Andy walked into the living room and found a record player right where one would expect a television to live. Down below it was a row of records and Andy sat down on the ground, legs crossed to the side, so that she could see better. After a moment, she chose a Billie Holiday compilation record and put it on. She was about to sit down on the squashy sofa when Alex came over with two mugs of tea. She went to accept a mug (she was still chilly from being outside) but Alex put both mugs down on the living room table and, saying that the record was an excellent choice, asked Andy to dance again. Andy giggled again, batted her eyes playfully and coquettishly offered her hand to him. "I would be delighted!" said Andy in a bad southern accent. Playing along, Alex bowed gallantly, took her hand and kissed it, causing goose bumps to appear up and down Andy's arm. Alex paused for a moment and then took Andy into his arms, holding her close, but in perfect ballroom form to keep up the game. Alex then twirled her carefully in the small space in the living room and dipped her. As Andy squealed and clung to Alex's neck, their cheeks touched briefly and Andy's heart thudded in her chest. Alex also stiffened momentarily at this intimate touch, but gently brought Alex out of the dip, chuckling. "I probably should warn you before doing something like that," he smiled. "No, no," joked Andy. "I like surprises, so never worry. It was fun. I love dancing." Andy noticed that they were very close now. The pace of the dancing had slowed, and Alex had relaxed his arms from the proper dancing frame. Now, Alex's arm was wrapped tightly around Andy's waist and Andy's lips were pressed lightly against his collar bone. Andy could feel Alex's quick heartbeat against her chest and, with a shock, felt a hardening swell against her hip. "Well, this is interesting," she thought. They danced there in the tight embrace for the rest of the song. As the next song began, Alex drew back slightly, looking down at Andy, and said, "You are absolutely beautiful." Andy blushed and smiled at him. "Thanks, Alex. That means a lot coming from you—you're pretty hansom yourself." "Thanks," said Alex huskily and he kissed her slowly and purposely on the cheek. Andy closed her eyes and inhaled at the sensation of his lips on her skin and, as her legs suddenly weakened, she leaned in to Alex for support. When Alex looked at Andy again, electricity passed between them and Andy rose up slightly on her toes to meet Alex's kiss. Alex proved to be a masterful kisser. He pressed his lips deeply into hers and both of his arms tightened around her waist and he held her closer. Andy felt Alex's lips open slightly and the tip of his tongue passed briefly between her lips. Andy stretched herself up, pressing her body into his, circling his neck with her arms. Soon, Alex coaxed Andy's lips open and touched his tongue to hers; teasing her lips with his and sending chills down her spine. After a while, it seemed that Alex was having trouble standing as well, so he walked them backwards, still kissing, to the comfort of the couch. In one fluid motion, he laid her down on the couch and then, wedging one knee between her legs, lowered himself down on top of her. His weight felt amazing to Andy. She clung harder to Alex, feeling his muscular shoulders and back. Alex brought his right hand to her cheek and pushed his fingers into her hair, stroking her cheek with his thumb. His left hand ran down her side and cupped her butt and then upper thigh. Andy wanted to wrap her leg around his, to pull him closer, but her dress was too tight. Alex seemed to read her mind. Slowly, Alex pulled Andy up from the couch and kissing her on the forehead, cheeks and neck, walked her into his room. His room was warm and clean and the lighting was low and relaxing. As they walked into his room, Andy began unbuttoning Alex's shirt. Alex looked at her smiling, with one eyebrow slightly raised. Andy raised an eyebrow back and smiled seductively at him. Once the collared shirt was off, Andy tugged off his white under shirt as well and then stood back a bit to admire his body. Alex clearly exercised and his body was firm and thick. His arms, back and chest were muscular and there was a faint six-pack apparent on his stomach. His chest was covered with soft, black hair (with the occasional gray hair). She reached her hand up to his chest and kissed his jaw line and neck with a series of small kisses. Alex sighed and folded into her as she did this. His arms circled around her and he kissed her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. Andy ran her fingers through Alex's hair and kissed him on the lips again. As they kissed again, Alex ran his hands up her sides and back and found the delicate button at the top of her dress. He hesitated a moment, and Andy leaned her body into his to signal her permission. Alex undid the button and lightly brushed his fingers down her back until he found the zipper. Goose bumps covered Andy's torso and she felt her nipples harden at his touch. Deepening his kisses, Alex unzipped Andy's dress and helped it off her arms and onto the ground. Alex's hands traveled over Andy's exposed back and shoulders, pulling her closer. Andy could feel his hair on her chest and it tickled her. Andy moved her hands down Alex's body until she found his pants and she gently rubbed her hand over his clothed penis, causing Alex to take in a sharp, pleasured breath. Andy then found and undid the button and zipper of Alex's pants and pushed them down from his hips. Alex and Andy stepped out of the pile of clothing at their feet and kissed and touched their way to the bed. When they reached the side of the bed, Alex stepped back and admired Andy's almost-naked body. Her breasts were full and, because her dress did not require a bra, they were already exposed. Her stomach was flat and firm from her rock climbing and her slim hips led down to lean legs. Alex took her in and smiled in appreciation. Andy smiled back, flattered. Alex gently pushed her back onto the bed. He lowered himself on top of her petite frame, her legs on either side of him. Instinctively, Andy rose up her hips and Alex thrust himself more firmly against her. The only thing separating them was two pieces of flimsy fabric and the thought of this made Andy wet. Their kissing had taken on an urgency. Alex left Andy's mouth and kissed down her neck, along her collar bones and came, eventually, to her breasts. He then shifted so that he lay on one side of her with one arm supporting her neck. With his free hand, he traced his way down her body, brushing his hand over her breasts, down her stomach, until he reached her underwear. Then, he simultaneously lowered his mouth to her breast and pushed his hand under her underwear. Alex carefully maintained eye contact as his mouth found her nipple and he brush his tongue over it, causing it harden and Andy to gasp. As he sucked and nibbled on it gently, switching, occasionally, from one breast to the other, his other hand worked her underwear down, finally pulling them off and tossing them to the ground. Then, his fingers ran down the inside of her left thigh until he found the warm mound between her legs. His fingers lazily explored the outside of her vagina. First, he ran his fingers along the edges of her inner and outer lips, tickling her and driving her crazy. Then, he found her entrance, traced up once to her clit and then inserted a finger, pushing it in and out while massaging her clit with his thumb. Andy thought she might die. Or, worse, cum. She raised her hips to meet his finger and then turned towards him so she could do some exploring as well. As she turned, she met his lips in a kiss and lifted her top leg over his body so he could still have access to her. With her free hand, she slid her fingers under the band of his boxers and grabbed his penis firmly. She quickly dispensed with his boxers and then ran her fingers up and down his shaft, feeling all the way to his testicles and all the way up to his damp tip. Then, she began a slow, rhythmic stroking that matched Alex's finger thrusting in and out of her. Soon, both were breathing heavily between passionate kisses. Finally, Andy groaned, "I need you inside of me." Alex looked into her eyes with an animal hunger that was startling and nodded his agreement. He leaned back, opened a drawer behind him and took out a condom. In a minute, he had put it on and was between her legs. This time, there was no fabric between them. Alex dug his fingers into Andy's hair and kissed her passionately. Andy reached between her legs and pressed the tip of his penis to the entrance of her vagina, spreading her legs wider in anticipation. Alex slowly thrust forward and inch by inch he entered her, filling her completely. Alex began to push in and out, slowly at first and then faster. Andy's hands traveled up and down his back and she wrapped her legs around him to get closer. Alex placed one arm behind her back, cradling her neck with his hand, and cupped her ass with the other hand to push himself in deeper. The rhythm became faster and more frenzied. Andy pushed her left hand into Alex's hair and rested her right one on her pubic bone so that the tips of her fingers touched her clit. Alex smiled in appreciation of this gesture. As the thrusting deepened and quickened, her fingers moved up and down between their bodies, gently massaging and teasing her clit. Both were building quickly to an orgasm. Andy's stomach muscles tightened and she lifted her hips higher, exposing her clit to more direct stimulation. Alex's hands were like vice grips on her neck and ass as he slid in and out. Soon, Andy felt the familiar tingling and tightening in her hips and vagina. Andy clung tighter to Alex, pressing her cheek to his neck and Alex squeezed her closer, kissing her damp temple. And then, Alex came and his last, deep thrusts nudged Andy over the top and into an orgasm that reached from her diaphragm to her knees. Both groaned in ecstasy, clinging to each other, drinking in every drop of the feeling. They then collapsed, every muscle spent. Andy laid there, loving the feeling of Alex's breath on her cheek, feeling his penis still contracting lightly in her vagina, his weight comforting and warm. My Professor After a few moments of recovery, Alex struggled up onto his elbows and stroked Andy's hair. "Wow," Alex breathed. "I know!" laughed Andy. "What was that?" Alex laughed, kissed her hard on the mouth and rolled onto his side, leaving his arm draped across Andy's chest so he could play with her ear. Andy sighed and moved her face to kiss the palm of his hand. After a time, they decided to clean up. Alex gave Andy a pair of boxers and a shirt and waited while Andy used the bathroom. When she came out he went in, cleaned up and changed. By the time Alex came out of the bathroom, Andy was sitting cross-legged on the bed, flipping through a magazine she had found on his night stand. "Find anything interesting?" drawled Alex. Andy smiled. "Nope. Not a thing, actually." Alex got into bed beside her, kissed her neck and took the magazine from her. "In that case," he smiled, "it's time for bed, I think." Andy nodded in agreement and Alex turned off the bedside light. He laid down on his side and, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulled her close to him. Her stomach squirmed pleasantly as she snuggled her back into his chest and bent her knees to match his posture. Finally, kissing her behind her ear, Alex whispered, "Good night, Andy." Smiling sleepily, Andy squeezed his arm and said, "'Night, Alex." And they both fell into a deep sleep. My Professor Came Through I purposely scheduled my classes in a way that would give me an hour gap during the day. I figured it would be a good way to get a head start on my homework, so I wouldn't have to be all night studying. I usually retired to a quiet part of the library, away from the fellow students who go in there to chat and kill time. One recent day, I was in one of the corners of the big library on campus, on one of the higher floors (less traffic), where I could study. But my mind wasn't on schoolwork. The night before I was out with my boyfriend, Alex. He stands about 6-1, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. I love his eyes. I love his firm, pronounced smooth chest with nipples that stick out just enough to notice. I love squeezing his tight and muscular butt when we hug and when we're in bed. But his penis leaves me wanting more. He's hung about six inches, which I hear is about average, but he doesn't have the stamina to go for a long time. We've tried masturbation. We've tried oral sex. We've tried different things but when he's inside of me, he finishes just as I'm getting started. It was a warm day...aren't they all in So Cal? I wore a white blouse and pink skirt to school that day...with white and pink trim tennis shoes. Underneath were a matching white bra and panty. It was obvious that Alex hadn't done enough to satisfy me last night, and I was thinking that if I could take matters into my own hands, I might be able to turn my attention back to my studies. The school library is not the best place to do something like this, so I tried my best to block it out of my mind. I tried crossing my legs but that made things worse. The crotch of my panties bunched up just enough to press up against my pussy. I didn't even realize that I has started bouncing on leg up and down until I realized that the motion was creating friction and my panties were starting to get a little damp. I uncrossed my legs and spread them just a little bit, feeling the cold air from the air conditioner against my thighs. I looked around to make sure that there was no one in sight...and started touching myself. First it was just through my panties. I would stop whenever I heard a noise, thinking someone was approaching or within viewing range. I spent a few minutes rubbing my pussy through my panties. I took it to the next of pushing the crotch of my panties harder against my pussy until I was able to push them inside. I closed my legs and was able to press the lips of my pussy against the soft material that was inside of me, soaking up the wetness that was hard to ignore. I finally reached back down with my right hand and pulled my panties to the side, allowing the index finger on my left hand to enter my pussy. I was already getting more pleasure out of this than I had the night before with Alex. I began to masturbate myself slowly, stopping every so often to rub and pinch my clit between my fingers. I didn't have my trusty pink vibrator with me, so I had to improvise. I had an extra pencil in my book bag so I took it and started rubbing myself in a downward motion, allowing my little lips to hug it as it went by. I finally slipped the eraser end of the pencil inside of my pussy. I pencil is not very thick at all but oh....it felt so good once I penetrated myself with something more than my fingers. The pencil was able to reach the areas that my fingers could not get to. I grabbed a second pencil and continued to fuck myself until I finally had the orgasm that I'd been waiting for. I was still aware of my place in the library, so I made sure I kept quiet. I thought I was going to bite a hole through my lip in my attempt to keep quiet. I finally put my panties back in place, put my now wet pencils back in my bag, took a drink of water from the bottle I carry around, and opened up one of my textbooks. It didn't work. I was still a very horny little schoolgirl. I thought about calling Alex to see if he'd be available later that evening but who was I kidding? He just can't satisfy me. It was finally time to go to class, so I packed up my things and started to make my way back to the floor where I could exit. As I was walking out the door, I bumped into the professor who would be teaching my next class. It was a professor I had fantasized about before. He has to be in his early forties but even though I was only 19, I thought him to be very attractive. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, No facial hair but he does have one of those 5 o'clock shadows all the time. He's about 6 feet tall and in good shape. Not muscular but fit. I figured him for a swimmer or a runner. He always wore a shirt and tie, and slacks. You could just barely make out the shape of his butt through the slacks, but what I could see looked good. We've made eye contact in class before and I would sometimes let my imagination run away with me. He smiled at me and I smiled back before turning and making my way back to class. After about five or six steps, I turned back in is direction and he was still looking at me. He gave me a little bit of a smile and I smiled back as I turned away. When I arrived at the classroom, a few of my classmates were already there. I took my usual spot in the second row against the far wall. Everyone finally settled down and class started. We didn't have a lecture that day and spent most of the time working on assigned group projects. Mr. Chambers (no, that's not his real name), went from group to group, offering his assistance as needed. When he came to our group, he gave me a little bit of a smile but also threw a wink at me. I was wondering what that was about. I figured it had to do with the smile I gave him as I walked away from him earlier in the day. I later went to his podium to ask him a question and stood closer to him that I normally would with other people. As he was going through an explanation, I turned in a way that put my right up inches from his crotch. Then I felt it. I was close enough where all he had to do was lean forward to press up against me but he took a tiny step was more than just leaning against me. I could feel the shape of his penis (not bad) against my hip and turned just enough so that he was pressing himself against my right butt cheek. I leaned back toward him to let him know that his advances (or were they mine?) were ok with me. Everyone in the class was busy doing their work, which made me even hotter. I looked in his eyes and he winked at me again. If we weren't in class, I would have tried to kiss him right there. I turned and walked back to my group and tried to swing my hand back (as I turned) so that it would brush against his semi hard? penis. I missed. Class eventually ended and I stopped by his podium again, with my notebook open. I scribbled my phone number on one of the sheets of paper, where he could see it. He tore it out of the book, so I knew there was a pretty good chance that I would be hearing from him. I went home and showered (my panties were soooo wet) and, without wanting to seem too anxious, didn't get too dressed up. I have to admit that I did get myself worked up in the shower. I threw on a pair of jeans cutoffs (shorts) and a Dodgers jersey, which I like to wear when I lounge around the house. I thought better of it and took my shorts off, so I was just wearing a pair of white panties with little red hearts. The shirt was big enough to hide my panties. I tried to do some homework but my mind wasn't on it. About an hour after trying, the phone rang. It was my mom. I tried to talk myself into thinking that he wouldn't call so quickly, so I was able to get some work done. But at about 8:30 p.m., the phone rang again. It was my best friend Vickie. I explained what was going on and she promised to keep the conversation short...provided I fill her in with the details. The phone never did ring that night. Instead, there was a knock at the door. It was a few minutes past 11 and I was trying to get some of my homework done. I answered the door and there was Professor Chambers. He said he was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by to see if I was doing OK with the class project. He also apologized for stopping by unannounced. He said that he was able to get my address from the school records and that if I was offended, he would leave and not bother me anymore. I didn't mind and I told him so. I invited him in, offered him a seat on the sofa and asked if he wanted anything to drink. He accepted a bottle of water so I went into the kitchen to get him one. As I was getting his water, I knew that I had to take advantage of the situation. I knew he didn't come over to check on my work and I think he knew that I knew. I returned to the living room and handed him his bottle of water. Then I plopped right down on his lap, facing him. I threw my arms around him and he did the same to me. We then locked ourselves into a deep french kiss that got me completely aroused. I pulled back to give him room to unbutton the jersey I was wearing. Without a bra to slow him down, he attacked my breasts, taking turns to kiss each one and pinching my nipples with his fingertips. I was grinding my pussy against his crotch and soon starting my first orgasm. He took my right nipple into his mouth and started to bite on it, just as I was starting to cum. I let out a rather loud groan and he must have thought he was hurting me because he stopped. I grabbed his head and pulled it back onto my breast, letting him know that I wanted him to continue. He reached around to my back with one hand and slipped it down the back of my panties while his other hand continued to pinch at my nipples. He grabbed my face with his free hand and pulled me back in for another long, wet, tonguing kiss. I took his hand and held it against my face and took one of his fingers into my mouth, sucking on it just the way I wanted to pleasure my handsome and horny professor. I could feel his hardness underneath me and continued to rub myself against the bulge in his pants. He finally grabbed me with both hands and turned to his left, laying me on my back at the same time. My legs ended up wrapped around his waist and he started pushing his hard cock against my pussy, using all of his weight. Just as I reached down in an attempt to undo his belt, he started to pull himself out of reach, kissing and licking his way from my breasts, to my belly button, around my belly button ring and down to my panties. He pulled my panties down just enough to expose my trimmed bush before starting to kiss my kitty through my panties. He was driving me crazy....it felt so good, yet it was all a tease because I wanted his tongue inside of me. I wanted to feel his tongue inside of me, tasting the juices that he was making me produce. I finally got my wish. He covered my pussy with his mouth and then started to cover it with small kisses. Within moments, his tongue was inside of me. He pushed a finger inside of me and followed that with his tongue. He pinched my clit with his lips, pulling and tugging on it until I came again. He was in the right spot to catch all of my wetness in his mouth. He started pressing his mouth against my pussy, rubbing my face and his chin against it. He increased the pressure, pushing so hard that he actually started to push me forward...I grabbed his hair and tried to pull him even closer. I freed my right foot, which had been pinned between his body and the sofa and slipped it between his legs, where I could rub it against his hard cock. I sat up on the sofa, still facing him and unbutton his shirt. Now it was his turn. I unbuttoned his shirt, and working around his tie, started running my fingers through his hairy chest. I stopped at each nipple and rubbed them softly before. I began to take turns licking each nipple and covering his manly chest with soft, loving kisses. I did the same on his stomach and was able to undo his belt and unfasten his pants. I reached down and rubbed him through his pants, feeling him get bigger and bigger. When I finally peeled his open pants down for a closer look, his cock was straining to break free from his underwear. I caressed his balls through his underwear, which absolutely drove him crazy. That was my signal to keep doing it. So I did. I noticed a wet spot on his underwear, right where the tip of his cock was, so I put the tip of my tongue there to get a taste of his syrup. I could see the outline of the head of his penis through his underwear so I traced around it with my tongue, leaving a trail from my wet tongue onto the gray-colored cotton. I reached one hand up through the leg of his underwear and came skin to skin with a beautifully, shaved, smooth sac that was holding two very large balls. When I pulled down his waistband with my other hand, his cock sprang free. I pulled his underwear down the rest of the way and was face to face with one of the most gorgeous cocks I had ever seen. His balls hung freely, allowing me to see the shape and size of each one through their shaven pouch. His shaft was thick and pink and perfect, with just enough veins bulging through. The head was nice and large and pronounced...just the way I like it...topping off a cock that had to be eight or nine inches. I started on his balls, kissing them softly and running my lips and tongue all around the smooth skin. I heard a soft moan and saw his legs spread a little wider, telling me that I was doing good. I squeezed his penis and slowly stroked it before bringing it down to my lips. I kissed the head and wrapped my lips around it, using the tip of my tongue to lick off more of his precum. I was taught to service a man at the age of 15 and my professor's cock was going to put me to the test. Ironically, I wanted to pass with flying colors. I was able to take most of his cock into my mouth but took my time so that he could feel my lips squeezing every single inch. I occasionally stopped to let my tongue trace over each vein. I ran my tongue and my lips around the rim of his head, letting it plop in and out of my mouth. I coated my lips with his precum and stopped to squeeze some of it onto my nipples. I took him to the edge on a couple of occasions, forcing him to grab my head and stop me before he could erupt on my face and in my mouth. Since he wasn't going to let himself cum in my mouth, I went for the next best thing. I climbed on top of him and mounted him. It was a tight fit at first but he was finally able to guide his hard cock deep inside of me. He grabbed my butt and pushed me up and down as I rode him in a nice and smooth rhythm, all the while taking time to kiss, lick, nibble and suck on my breasts. I held his head close to my chest so that he wouldn't miss a spot, and his penis continued to work its way in and out of my pussy, stretching it with each stroke. I had cum three times by the time he stopped, with me sitting all the way down on his cock. Holding me on his cock, he picked me up and laid me down on my back so that he could continue loving me. But this time in the missionary position. He allowed his weight to come down on me with each thrust as my legs tightened more and more around his waist. The pace quickened and so did the power from each of his thrusts. His penis was reaching deep inside of me and when he pulled away with each stroke, his penis came out of my pussy completely...only to be thrust back inside, with his big, round, fat mushroom head leading the way. Beads of sweat were forming on his chest and neck and I strained to reach the droplets with my tongue as he continued to make love to me. He suddenly stopped with his penis firmly planted inside of my pussy. He started making his cock wiggle inside of me....without the strokes...bringing me to another orgasm. With my legs wrapped tightly around him, he brought my body to his, stood up, shook his pants and underwear from his ankles and carried me to my bedroom. Stuffed animals bounced onto the floor as we landed on top of the bed, still entwined together. We kissed more and more and then some more. He pulled his shiny cock out of me and turned me onto my stomach. He laid on top of me. I could feel his wet and slippery cock against my butt while he kissed the back of my neck. Finally, he grabbed my hips and pulled me up so that I was on my hands and knees. Thinking he was going to enter me at that point, he surprised me my pressing his tongue against my tight, little anal opening. He fingered my sopping wet pussy while his tongue worked its magic around my sacred opening. He started rubbing the head of his penis against the opening of my pussy....teasing me to the point that I begged him to re-enter me. I tried to scoot back...hoping that I would somehow find his cock with my pussy but it wasn't working. He finally re-entered me, this time from behind, and continued to feed my pussy with his thick and long piece of meat. My screams from yet another orgasm, brought him to the edge once more. His thrusts were faster. His cock felt harder and even bigger. His pressure was forceful and I finally felt him explode inside of me. It seems and felt like he would never stop cumming, as each thrust produced another shot of healthy sperm. When he finally pulled himself out, the trail of cum immediately started making its way out of my pussy and down my legs. He cleaned me up, using his fingers and tongue, sucking in as much of our juices as he could. He saved some for me, which we shared when he turned me back over and kissed me. I tasted him, his sperm and my own juices with each deep kiss. Our tongues wrestled with each other, giving me a new taste and a new sensation each time. Now it was my turn to clean him, as I went back to work on his still-firm and semi-hard cock. I licked the sweat and cum (mine and his) from his balls. I sucked what remaining sperm there was from within his cock. I licked every inch clean, paying close attention to his beautiful head. As I had hoped, my mouth and tongue made him hard again but this time he let me finish the job. I spent close to 20 minutes giving him the blow job of his life, being careful about the now-sensitive areas. He finally gave me my treat in the form of a mouthful of his sperm. I took one big swallow only to feel him continuing to ejaculate. I'm sure that he didn't cum in the same quantity as he did inside of my pussy but it was still enough that I almost didn't swallow all of it. But I did. He tucked me into bed and kissed me good-night before leaving. It was close to 2 a.m. and I had one of the best night's of sleep that I'd had in a long time. I continued to meet secretly with my professor for the rest of that semester, and after his class ended. Though the A that I got in the class was due to my hard work, I like to think that I got a passing grade in the bedroom as well.