7 comments/ 48169 views/ 2 favorites History Class By: nefariousnymph3 "Miss Saunders!" I snapped out of my daydream to Dr. Morrell standing over me and the rest of the class giggling. I blushed and hoped that Dr. Morrell didn't know I had been thinking of him, again. "Miss Saunders, I just asked the class what major event started WWII. Would you like to enlighten us?" Dr. Morrell asked. "Germany invaded Poland," I answered quickly. He nodded and walked away droning on about the aftermath of that event. I wasn't interested. The only thing I was interested in was watching him. That's the only reason I had taken a history class in college when Psychology was my major. I had seen him on campus and knew that I would take one of his classes, just to have the opportunity to stare at him. I know nothing would ever happen between him and me, but, hey, a girl can dream! Class was over and everyone was packing up to leave when I happened to look over at Dr. Morrell and saw that he was staring at me with a peculiar look in his eyes. I quickly turned back to putting my notebook in my bag and left the classroom. I wonder what that look meant. Probably he was just staring off into space. At least that's what I told myself. The next day I ran into him on campus while I was walking to get lunch. "Hello, Andrea." "Hello, Dr. Morrell. How are you?" I replied. He said, with that same peculiar look in his eyes, "I'm doing great. And, please, call me Richard." Well that's odd, I thought. "Umm, okay." "Where are you headed?" he asked. "I'm off to meet some friends for lunch." I said, looking everywhere but at him. "Oh, like a boyfriend?" He had an odd smile on his face. "No, I don't have one, just a few of my girlfriends." I said shyly. "Well what's a pretty girl like you doing without a boyfriend?" He asked staring pointedly at me. Now I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I just don't have one, never have actually." Why was I telling him this? "Really? That's a shame. See you in class tomorrow, Andrea." He winked and he walked off. I was thinking of that conversation all through lunch and the next day. I was thinking about it when I walked into history class the next day. I was the first one there, so I sat down and pulled out my psychology textbook and started to read. Dr. Morrell, Richard, walked into class and my pulse started racing. I can't believe it! I'm nervous! It's just history class, I reminded myself. He saw that I was the only one in class so far and started walking towards me until a few other students came into class and he seemed to think twice about it and went to his desk. Weird, I thought. Oh, well. Class droned on for an hour and at the end of class as everyone was leaving and I was packing up my stuff he came up to me and said that he needed to see me in his office. "Now?" I asked. "No, you can make an appointment, but I would like it to be sometime today." And with that he packed his things and left the classroom. I made an appointment with his secretary for five that evening, wondering the entire time what he could need to talk to me about? I arrived at his office at 4:55 and he was on the phone. He motioned for me to sit and finished his conversation. He then turned to me and just stared at me for what seemed like hours but was probably only thirty seconds. Finally he spoke, "Why would a Psychology major take a history class? This university doesn't have general education requirements. And I can tell that you aren't very interested in the subject. So, why?" I squirmed in my seat a little trying to think of an appropriate answer, and that surely wasn't "because you are super hot and taking this class is the only way I can be close enough to you". But that's exactly what came out of my mouth. I sat back in the chair horrified at what had come out of my mouth. He was shocked for a millisecond, but then a slow smile spread across his face (and what a sexy smile it was). That smile made me very nervous and I started to pick up my bag and get up but his voice stopped me. "Andrea. You don't have to be embarrassed. I have taught here long enough to know that students think I'm 'super hot', as you so eloquently put it. I've just never had one come out and actually say it to my face, so please excuse me if I am a bit shocked." All I could do was stare at him until I finally said "Is that the only reason you wanted me here? To ask a question that you knew the answer to? I'm leaving." And I started walking to his door. "Andrea, wait a damn minute!" That stopped me cold. Why was he angry? I slowly turned around and waited for him to continue. "Andrea, I knew, or at least hoped, you were going to answer my question like that. I wanted to invite you to dinner Friday." Now I know that it's technically against the university's rules to date a professor, but I just couldn't resist saying yes. "I'll pick you up at your place at seven," he said. The rest of the week I was very distracted as I thought about my date on Friday. My friend, Jenny, noticed I was quieter than usual and asked me if I was ok. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I answered. "You seem distracted, that's all. Are you daydreaming of Dr. Morrell? I'm so jealous you got into his class!" My face turned red. How did she know?!? "Uh, what? No! Of course not! Haha. I'm just worried about my psych test that I have next." "Andrea, you'll do fine. You studied for three hours last night!" I daydreamed in my psych class and I'm sure I didn't do half as well as I could have on my test. Finally, Friday. I'm so nervous! I couldn't stop thinking about what to wear and what was going to happen, not to mention why I said yes to a date with my professor in the first place. I got to my house that I share with two of my friends, who were thankfully both gone on dates, at five. With just two hours until Dr. Morrell, I mean Richard, picks me up, I had to hurry up and decide what I wanted to wear. I ended up deciding on a black dress that showed off my cleavage. He arrived right on time dressed in a pair of khaki pants that made his ass look awesome and a red button up shirt that showed off his well defined biceps. "Wow. You look beautiful," he told me as he took my arm. "Thanks. So do you. I mean... you look great... not that you don't always look great..." I stammered out as we walked to his car. He laughed under his breath. "So, where are we going?" I asked. "Well, I thought I would show you how great a cook I am, so we are going to my house. I made Italian," he replied. "That sounds nice." His house!! Now that made me even more nervous. We would be completely alone. Richard had a two bedroom house and you could tell that a man only lived there. But it was nice and clean. The dinner smelled delicious and I told him so. "Thanks," he replied, "But I'm sure you will enjoy dessert more." AHHH!!! "I can't wait to see what it is." Where did that come from? I've never been a good flirter, but that just came out. Dinner was good. We talked about our childhoods and what I wanted to do when I was done with school. We went into the living room after dinner with some wine and sat on the couch. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Ready for dessert?" Oh, yes! He kissed me right below my ear and I sighed. He worked his way to my mouth and when we finally kissed it was amazing. I couldn't help myself, I knew that this was wrong and that I should be putting up a fight, but it felt sooo good. I kissed him back with fervor. He undid my dress and slipped it down to my waist. I had skipped out on wearing bra. He kissed first one breast then the other, alternating like he didn't know which one he liked more. I leaned back to give him better access all the while unbuttoning his shirt. He sucked on my nipples and he had me moaning out loud. He slid my dress all the way off and I was left wearing only a black thong. He stopped kissing me and stared. "You are so beautiful." And with that he picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. He laid me on the bed and quickly pulled off his pants and boxers and got on the bed. His cock was huge. He got on top of me and continued kissing me. He trailed kisses from my lips, down my neck, to my breasts, over my belly, and finally to the juncture of my legs. He kissed me through my lace thongs until I thought I would die from the need to feel him directly on me. He took off my thongs and threw them in the floor. I was so wet from the anticipation of what was to come. His hot breath on my pussy was maddening. He parted me and licked me, going from my clit to my hole repeatedly. It was glorious. I felt an orgasm coming and I shuddered and moaned when I came. He immediately impaled me with his beautiful cock. I rocked my hips to the rhythm. "You're so tight!" he moaned. All I could do was moan in return. He flipped me over and did me from behind. His cock felt so good in my pussy and I came a second time. He came just seconds after. We both collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. We fucked two more times before he took me home. I can't wait for history class on Monday. History Class Gets Very Interesting History class was interesting today... not because of anything that the teacher said or did... but oh well... I had a 2 hour break between my math class and my history class today so I decided to visit my favorite store... the local adult novelty store... I typically only visit with girlfriends or when I am planning kinky birthday presents but today was just about me. I needed something fun to play with. So I walk into the store and Mary comes up to me and pulls me into the "back room." Mary is a girl that works at the store; she also lives in my building so we hang out sometimes. "Lyssa you have to see what we just got in." She does this often, so I am used to it. She puts a package in my hands and I look at it. "Microvibe 5000" "Mary I already have a vibrator, you gave me one for my birthday last week." Mary proceeded to tell me that this was like nothing I had ever seen before. Apparently the vibe has a microchip in it and when you send a text message to the given phone number it turns the vibe on for 5 minutes. It was so tiny that I couldn't believe that it would work, but from the sheen on Mary's forehead I could tell that it got the job done. So of course I bought it and when I looked at the time on the receipt I realized that I would be cutting it close to getting back to class. I didn't have time to play with my new toy then but I thought I might could get some use out of it in class. I walked into class, took my seat in the back row of the auditorium. Stephen was already there. Stephen is this totally cute guy who sits next to me. I think that he is in some fraternity, but who cares... he is hot. Anyway, he has smiled at me a couple of times, but he is a total academic. At first I thought he was gay, but he checked out my legs when I was wearing fishnets the other day. So Professor whoever started talking and I started to doze off. That's when I remembered my new toy. I grabbed it out of my bag and creeped out the door to the bathroom. The business part of the toy is designed to go inside with a little nub for clit stimulation. I put it in and went back into class. As soon as I was in my seat I grabbed my cell out of my bag. I had written the number down on my hand so I sent the message and waited. It didn't start immediately so I thought something was wrong with it. I started taking notes off of Stephen's paper. Halfway through a sentence about some war somewhere it turned on. I gasped and Stephen looked at me. I smiled and continued writing noted. I was squirming in my seat for the full five minutes. As soon as it turned off I grabbed my cell and resent the message. There was another thirty second delay and then my bliss returned. During the next five minutes I took what I thought were notes, but upon later reading I found to be complete gibberish, but that isn't important. When my miracle machine turned off this time I didn't even think to hide my cell phone when I was sending the message. The TA walked over and took my phone just as I hit the send key. My TA is a bitch, she said that I could come and pick my phone up from her office after class. All I could say was "Uh-huh" because my toy had turned back on. I realized that this was going to be the last five minutes that I was going to have before it turned off so I decided to make the most of it. I crossed my legs and gently rocked back and forth. I was so extremely close to getting off when it turned off. I was pissed. I was on the verge of having my very first VERY public orgasm and it was ruined by madame bitch. I was so horny I couldn't very well do nothing... I was sure that I had left a wet spot on my chair, but I didn't care... I needed to get off and I needed it bad. I stood up slowly, both to pull my skirt back down and to make sure that my legs were going to hold me. I grabbed my notebook and bag and quietly made my way out the door again and headed straight for the bathroom. I walked into a stall, hung my bag up and spread my legs... I was so wet that my toy dropped from my vagina without me so much as pulling at it. I threw it in my bag and put the lid down on the toilet. I sat down, leaned back and put my hand between my legs. I was so into what I was doing that I didn't realize I hadn't locked the bathroom stall. I probably wouldn't have either if I hadn't had my hand pushed away to be replaced by someone with dark brown hair. If it had been any other time I would have been really worried, but I was so close to getting off that I didn't care who this stranger was. Whoever it was knew what the hell they were doing. I started pulling on my tits and biting my lip. Even though I was already caught there was no use in my letting everyone else in the building know what was going on. I started to taste metal as I realized that I had bit my lip so hard that I was drawing blood. As soon as that thought occurred to me I started to gush... It is so great being a girl, you don't have to tell the person giving you head that you are about to cum... it isn't a requirement like it is for guys. Only after the third wave of my orgasm washed over me did I realize that I still had no clue who was laboring at my twat. I grabbed the hair and pulled up so that I could see their face. It was Stephen. I was completely caught off guard, I didn't know what to say... Why was Stephen in the women's bathroom? Why did he follow me? Where in the hell did he learn to eat pussy like that? It was when he stood up to grab a paper towel to wipe him chin with did I see that he was practically sticking out of it pants. It was painfully obvious that I had somehow gotten this guy rock hard, so I had to do something about it. I walked over to him and just as he was about to say something I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down. I grabbed the elastic of his boxers with my teeth and pulled those down as well. I knew that Stephen was hot, but he was to much of a bookworm to be built like this. He had to be at least 7inches long. Not only that but as I started to inhale him I realized that he was much thicker than he looked. I haven't given head to very many guys, but he was definitely the biggest I've ever had. It took three tries before I could finally get him all into my mouth. He was so big and he tasted awesome. I almost forgot that he was there, if that is possible, until he pushed my hair back out of my face. I know that guy's like watching themselves get head but he was so sweet about it. He must have been hard for quite a while because it didn't take hardly any time for him to signal that he was about to cum. ( I told you it is the rule didn't I...) I could feel him starting to jerk in my mouth so I already had some idea that he was about to blow. At last, in one motion I grabbed his balls and shoved him to the back of my mouth. He came immediately and shot the first two squirts of his load down my throat. As he pulled out he squirted several more times. Most of it went in my mouth, but some ended up on my face and chest. When I was sure that he was completely finished I stood up and walked over to the sink to clean up. Stephen leaned against the wall and slowly pulled his pants up. I smiled at him in the mirror and asked the question that had been on my mind since I realized it was him. "Why did you follow me into the bathroom?" He laughed and said, "The way you were squirming in your chair, I had some idea what was going on. And then when the ice bitch took your phone you looked like you lost your best friend. I had a feeling you were coming out here to finish up, and when I saw how wet the seat of your chair was I knew for sure. But it wasn't until I touched your chair and tasted what you had left behind that I realized how awesome you tasted and I had to have more." So it turns out that Stephen's gorgeous cock is even more brilliantly useful when it is used in place of the new toy that Mary gave me... But I didn't find that out until later that evening... so that will have to be a story for another time...