0 comments/ 74279 views/ 6 favorites Student Body By: missmelanie It's difficult being a young college instructor, where many of your students are only four or five years younger than you. It's particularly difficult being a young femme lesbian college instructor in the English department at a liberal arts college in a relatively liberal, queer-oriented town. It becomes especially complicated when you teach a class on critical theory that mainly centers around poststructualism, postmodernism and queer theory. Many of your students are lesbians, hot lesbians, roughly around your age range. Inevitably, there is a certain level of mutual fantasizing that occurs in such predicaments. The critical theory class I teach actually doesn't have that many out lesbians; in fact, there are only a handful of lesbians, and none of them have openly acknowledged their sexuality, even though I cited queer theory as my research interest. There are two very shy, giggling, young girls with pink triangle patches on their bags, though, who sit in the back of the room. Neither are exactly my type, but something about them… Well, at least the one taller, butchier one – though admittedly she's more the emo/punk type than butchie – she blushes in my presence and actually followed me around campus one day, but for some reason refused to speak to me. Something about this girl, Meg, something about her moreso than Anna (her buddy) has lent an erotic element to my classroom presentation. Even though she's not my type, even though I'm her instructor… I desperately want to show her a thing or two. I began wearing only skirts to class. Shorter black skirts, and knee length grey wool skirts with black fishnets or with black nylons with seams up the back. I have always worn heels, but I have been sticking to my black patent leather BCBG Max Azria pumps that echo when I walk. And I do pace, walking between my students and around them; I stop at Meg's desk when I am explaining Judith Butler's conception of the "Lesbian Phallus and the Morphological Imaginary." "Try to deconstruct it as," I quote one of my own undergraduate professors," "an organic dildo." I click away, around the room, taking questions, looking intently at the students, pushing up my black cat-eye glasses and flipping my long brown hair. Theory is intense, and they're hungry to learn. Meg is not hungry to learn, though. Of all the students, she and Anna participate least. I intimidate them, I know, and they never speak directly to me, but I never was good with insolence. I demand fastidious attention of my students, and treat them with the same attentiveness, should they become active members of the class. In an upper-level English theory class, I assume my students want to be here. I take a chance during the break of a Tuesday morning class, and sit down in front of Meg and Anna. "Ladies?" I ask, slipping into the desk, only a foot from Meg. "Do you mean us?" Meg asks. "Yes," I tell them. "I really feel like you have some valuable opinions and insights to contribute to the class. I'd like to hear you speak up, because I think we're coming from the same place," I look Meg straight in the eye. She doesn't know what to say, and just sort of nods meekly and complaisantly. I get up, and click away, pushing up my glasses, pulling on my skirt, and pretending to be concerned with the attendance sheet. But, Meg and Anna remain silent. They giggle to each other whenever something about lesbians is mentioned, and though their giggling disrupts me, I don't say anything. I continue to move about the room, talk about Foucault's penchant for leather bars, about subversive sexuality, Lacan, Derrida… The leaves fall and I can't stand the fact that Meg and Laura are silent during class, but completely talkative to each other before class, during breaks and when class lets out. They have something to say, and they look at me as though they need something, want something from me, but I don't know what it is. After a particularly controversial Thursday morning class on Andrea Dworkin's Pornography, snowflakes swirl outside of my window, and I sit down in my office to enter some grades online. My email is open, and I notice an email from Anna. Anna and Meg want me to come hang out with them, shoot some pool, later tonight. The girls who never talk to me, never participate. The girls who want something from me. I coolly send them back a scolding letter, thanking them for thinking of me, but noting that even though I am young, I am still their instructor and cannot risk my academic integrity by associating with my students. I could easily be accused of giving them special treatment if I were to befriend them. Foucaultian disciplinarianism excites me, though, and the next time we meet in class, Anna and particularly Meg look embarrassed and uncomfortable. I give them a rare reassuring smile (just because my class is cross-listed with Women's Studies, does not mean I am some sort of nurturing sap). After class, Anna and Meg always go to the bathroom, (likely to talk and gossip more about whatever it is that they want from me). The hall that our class is held in is shaped like a square, but a stairwell is in the middle, meaning that there are two ways to get to the bathroom, which is on the other side of the stairwell. After class, I make sure none of the students have any questions, and bolt in the opposite direction of Anna and Meg, reaching the bathroom just as they turn the other corner. I hurry inside, and lock myself in the stall, fixing my nylons. "God, do you think she hates us?" I hear Anna ask as the pair enter the bathroom. "Probably," says a dejected sounding Meg. "I told you we shouldn't have asked her. She's like, not even on the same level as us, even if she is the same age." "Yeah well, it's probably just because she's new here and has to follow all the rules. She's not the same age as us!" "She is; her facebook profile says she's twenty-five." "That's…" I step out of the stall, and raise my eyebrows at the two of them. Anna blushes a beet red, and Meg looks shocked beyond words. "I thought," I tell them pointedly, "You guys were latching onto me because you were having a coming out experience… which I can relate to… but it seems like you want something else?" Meg stutters. She motions to Anna to leave. "Stay," I tell Meg. "Stay and I'll show you something." Anna's eyes look like they're going to burst out of her head. She backs out of the bathroom door. I look back at Meg. I look her up and down. She is wearing a track jacket, baggy jeans, and Etnies skate shoes. She is about the same height as me, but I am wearing 3" heels. Her short, emo haircut is stereotypically dykey. I push her into the last stall. She's looking at me with her huge brown eyes, clearly excited but unable to move on her own. I kiss her hard and full on. She kisses me back, tentatively, but then we start to make out passionately, desperately, messily. I unzip her track jacket, and begin to unbutton her boyish button-down. She is more boyish than I originally thought, with her button down and white t-shirt underneath, and this turns me on. I grab her crotch through her jeans, wishing she was packing, but knowing she's still a baby dyke. She doesn't know what to do (I feel correct about my coming-out hypothesis), so I unbutton her jeans while she kisses me and fumbles to pull off my shirt and unhook my lacy push up bra. I hear her pants fall to the ground, and smile as we desperately make out with each other. I reach inside her disappointingly girlish panties. One finger? Hmm, probably two. Her pussy is so wet and juicy, and all I want to do is lick it, but I finger her first, and she moans softly as I fuck her. I reach up, underneath her t-shirt and sports bra, fingering her pierced nipples with my hand, fucking her hard and slow with the other. She watches with wide eyes as I take my fingers out of her amazing pussy and put them in my mouth. Someone walks into the bathroom. I stand up quickly, and since Meg has her jeans around her ankles, I hop onto the toilet, scooching down so as not to be seen over the top of the stall. We wait it out, looking at each other, chests heaving. I touch my breasts and look at her hungrily. She stares at my fingers, my breasts, my nipples. The bathroom door swings shut again, and the bell for the next class rings. I hop down, and get on my knees. I bury my face in Meg's trimmed pussy, sucking her clit, licking her lips, using my tongue to the best of my ability. I slip a finger inside of her, and fuck her while I lick her clit. She rubs her pussy into my face and cups her breasts, squeezing them and writhing in pre-cum ecstasy. I love pussy so much. I can't imagine not being a lesbian. I flip my hair over my shoulder and lap at Meg's amazingly swollen slit. She grabs my head and forces me into her, shuddering with orgasm. After a moment, I look up at her. She looks satisfied and euphoric, but also apologetic. "I'm sorry… I should have asked you if you wanted me to…" I gently take my fingers out of her pussy. I put my pointer finger, lacquered in red of course, in my mouth and tell her, "Next time, I promise." Student Body I would like to thank Amela for helping make this more presentable. The bell rings. "Finally 3 pm." Matt says silently. The once silent room fills with deafening voices and laughter. Books slam and papers rustle as they are shoved in the small confines of countless book bags. "Don't forget exams are on Friday. Please study everyone," Mrs. Fox yells over the teenage chaos. "Not so fast Matthew Wicker. I need to speak to you please." Matt stops at the door. One more step and he would have been home free. "Darn it!" he mumbles. After telling his friends he would catch up, he turns and makes his way through the maze of desks to stand by hers. The room is silent now, empty. He stands there patiently, watching her as she straightens her paperwork. He always thought it was funny how well her name fit her. She was a blonde version of Megan Fox. The only difference was the small beauty mark above the right corner of her lips. She leaned forward just enough that he could see the tops of her pale shapely breasts. Each breath making them rise a little more. Blood pooled south. Her long blonde hair fell down her shoulders, caressing the exposed skin. Her white shirt hugged her, the grey skirt accentuating her small hips. The summer days were harsh at the old school with the A/C screaming to keep up with all the bodies. People had to dress sparsely around here. Earlier in the class, she had undone the top two buttons. He had seen her when she did it. He watched as she slid the buttons through the tiny holes and ran her hands over her hot skin. The white lace of her bra winked at him as she flapped the shirt for cool air. The heat turned her creamy skin a light hue of rose. Glancing over the black rims of her glasses, she notices him starring. Leaning forward a little more, her shirt falls away from her, the white lace of her bra peaking out. Matt shifted to avoid her seeing the bulge forming in his pants. "Matt, I talked to your coach today. If you can't get your grades up to at least a C average by midterms then he is going to have to park you on the bench for the remainder of the season." Good thoughts gone. No football for the rest of the season. No way! "But..." She places her slender finger over his lips. He resists the urge to trace it with his tongue. "Hear me out. I, for one, don't want to see that happen. So I took the liberty of calling your mother and asked her for some time to sit down with you and go over this with you. Just you, me, and Algebra, no distractions." No distractions? Was she crazy? he thought. She is standing there leaning over her desk with her breast practically popping out. He tried to clear his head and pay attention. "What do I have to do?" Smiling, she pinched his chin and walked to the door. The air around him began stirring with the smell of her sweet perfume. His stiffening cock twitched. Adding the "Study time in progress, Do not Disturb" sign, she closed the door. Her hips swayed as she returned to him. Stepping past him, she sat down on the edge of her desk. Leaning back, she braces her hands behind her on the cool wood. Resting her foot on a nearby chair, she lets her legs relax, opening them just a little. "So Matt, to start let's find out what you already know. Sit down right there and do some figures for me. Try the ones we worked on in class today." He did as he was told but the moment he sat down his plan to pay attention vanished. With her foot braced on the chair, her skirt was hiked up just enough for him to get a full view of her red thong. Turning in his chair so his lap faced another direction, he tried to focus on the figures she rambled out. Every few minutes she would come lean over his shoulder to check his work. Her warm breasts pressed against his back, caressing him with her heat. Her hair tickled his neck and shoulders. Her warm breath teasing his ears as she corrected any mistakes he made. She stands up and looks at the windows. "Do you mind if I close the blinds? The bright light is reflecting right into my eyes." "No go ahead." he answers. With her back turned, he reaches down and forcefully tries to shove his erection down. A drop of pre-cum staining the thin khakis. "Damn," he mutters under his breath. "Why did I go commando today?" "Did you say something Matt?" He jumps at hearing her voice so close to his side. Turning, he sees her looking down at him. Her gaze roams lower. She watches as he continues to rub the growing spot in his lap. She says nothing as she raises her eyes to his, hunger burning in their depths. "Uh.. uh... no Ma'am" His mouth goes dry as he looks at her gorgeous body. He watches as she comes around and sits on the edge of the desk. Slowly, she leans back, bracing her foot on the chair once again as she spreads her legs slowly. Running her fingers along her leg, she looks him in the eyes. "How bad do you want to bring your grade up?" She wasn't even trying to hide the implications of that question. "I'll do whatever you want me to do." The crazy thing was that he meant it. Lifting her foot off the chair, she slowly ran it along his inner thigh, inching ever so slowly toward his crotch. "Whatever I want huh? Let's take a look at those figures really quick." Curving her finger, she motions ed for him to come closer. He did. When he was standing in front of her, she pulls the paper out of his hand. Glancing down at the figures, she nods in agreement and lays the paper down. "Very good." Turning back to him, she runs her finger tips down his muscular chest. Still unsure where this is going, he steps closer and wedges himself between her spread legs. She grabs him by his shirt collar and wraps her legs around him, pulling his face down to hers. He needed no more encouragement. The kiss started out slow at first; lips lightly touching, tongues tracing one another. Feeling her cool smoothness, tasting her exoticness fed his building desire. He wanted more and had to get more. Bracing his arms on either side of her, he pressed his body against hers. Their hips started grinding against one another as she locked her legs around his waist, deepening the kiss further. Breaking away, he looks down at her. "Should I be doing this? What will happen tomorrow? What if we get caught?" So many thoughts raced through his mind but at this point he didn't care. He was in too deep now. He couldn't turn back. Reaching down, he slips another button through the shirt. She watches him, her passion building. Finally, he reaches the last button, spreading the thin material. Perfect. That's the one word to describe her. Her normally pale complexion was flushed, her breasts heaving with her effort to breath. Leaning forward, he traces his tongue along her cleavage. Laying her head back, she moans as he continues to trace little paths along her sensitive skin. He pulls away the lace of her bra with a force that made it almost rip. Grabbing her breast in his hand, he roughly pulls the nipple. Nipping it sharply between his teeth, she jumps and moans and fists her hands in his hair. "More," she demands breathlessly. "I want more." She reaches down and flips the button on his pants. Yanking the zipper down, she barely manages to wrap her hands around his thick engorged cock. With one fluid motion, he sweeps the contents of the desk onto the floor and places her more firmly on the desk. They're careless about if anyone passing in the hallway heard the commotion. Pushing her down so she is flat on her back, he yanks her skirt up. Inch by inch he tugs her thong down. He moves slower now to tease her a little more. He traces each passing inch with his tongue. Tracing a trail over her moist lips, she raises her hips and thrusts forward. He backs up just enough then reaches out and spreads her bare pussy open with his fingers. She cries at the roughness of his callused fingertips. Matt wastes no time on enjoying the sweet taste of her moist haven. He takes his time, running his tongue over every sacred inch of her hot flesh. Flicking it over her sensitive clit, biting her lips and inner thighs. Sensations flood her as he ravages her pussy and clit. Bouncing and thrusting her hips, she grabs a fist full of hair and shoves his head deeper into her heat. " Fucking lick me you little punk! Shove your tongue in deep! I see you watching me all day in class. I know this is what you want, isn't it?" She forcefully demands as she continues to thrust her hips to meet his face. She slaps him on the head when he doesn't answer. "Isn't it Matt?" "Mmm hmm" Matt barely manages through his pussy stuffed face. He moves just enough to ease two fingers into her tight channel. Curving them, he furiously starts to pump her pussy till she collapses screaming from her orgasm. On and on he continues to torture her. Fucking her with his fingers, licking and sucking her swollen clit. She claws, and bites and screams till he finally covers her mouth with his free hand to avoid drawing attention. Her body shutters as another orgasm rakes through her body. Biting down hard on his hand, she fills his mouth with her sweet juice and cries from the effort. Rising up, he pulls her to the edge of the desk and shoves his glistening cock in her pussy to the hilt. She wraps her legs around his body and screams as the force of another orgasm grabs her even before the previous one had fully subsided. Digging her nails into his hips, she holds on as he pulls her into him time after time. Relentlessly, he continues to pound her, forcing the desk to scoot across the floor till it was wedged against the wall. Grabbing her feet, he raises them above her head and fully exposes her to his view. Pulling out, he runs the length of his cock along her slit. Up and down till she was moving her hips in tune with his. Building her orgasm till she was panting and screaming. Grabbing his dick, she shoves his cock back in just as her climax strikes. Licking his thumb, he flicks it across her clit, eliciting a hoarse cry as she continues to clench his pulsing cock. "Fuck yeah! Work for that grade, you little shit. Show me how much you want it," she screams through the force of his harsh fucking. Her pussy making loud slurping noises as he continues to fill her. His balls slapping her wet ass. "Harder, harder.. Yes, yes, yes...cumming...yessss!" Liquid floods his legs as her cum flows. Wrapping his arms around her, he picks her up and braces her against the chalkboard. The days' lesson covering her back in a chalky mess. Holding on to his shoulders, she digs her nails in, tearing his shirt in the process. Chalk hits the floor, the board squeaks, the wall groans. Hearing voices outside the room, they slow the pace but still he continues. Spreading her cheeks, he guides her up and down. Each inch agonizing torture. Teasing her every way he can; licking her neck, nibbling her ear and collar bone. Squeezing her ass cheeks till she pants and bites anything she can. "You like my cock, don't you Mrs. Fox?" he whispers in her ear as the voices linger outside in the hallway. He picks up the pace and she moans as he forces his cock in her pussy time and time again. She bites her hand as her orgasm rakes over her. Regardless of the people outside, he pushes harder deeper than before. Digging his own nails into her tender rear as he nears his own orgasm. The voices dull as they move further down the hall. Just when he thought he could go no further, he lets her down and forces her to bend over the desk. Yanking her skirt over her ass, he slaps her hard. She screams as her pale ass turns a bright red. "More damn it, give me more!" He obliges by slapping her hard on the other cheek. Ruthlessly he assaults her ass till every inch is red and whelped. Leaning in he spreads her ass cheeks. Running his tongue up her wet slit, she gasps as her knees collapse. This is not enough for him. Grabbing a fist full of hair, he shoves his cock in. The desk screams in protest as he pounds her against it. On and on, he fucks her, slapping her ass and holds her tight by her hair. Her screams die down to hoarse moans, her throat dry from her efforts. "Come for me, you little punk. I can't take anymore." She barely manages to get out through her ragged breathing. Grabbing her by her hips, he pounds her harder. Digging into her as his orgasm approaches. "Get on your knees." He manages as he pulls out and holds the head of his cock firmly. She makes it to her knees just in time as he lets go and spurts his hot load over her glasses and face. Drops of it dribbling down her chin and chest. Running her fingers over her face, she sticks her tongue out and licks the pearly cream off her fingertips. She couldn't help but lean forward and suck the cum off the tip of his cock. Sucking in his breath, he braces his arms on the desk as she sucks and cleans his deflating cock. "Oh shit yeah" His legs shake at the effort to stay upright. She stands and grabs her gym towel. "Well, Mr. Wicker, I do believe you will get an A+ for this study session. Let's try to keep those grades up, why don't we? Let's try this again next week. I don't think one session is going to be enough to get all this information in your sexy little head." She says as she rearranges the desk and hands him his papers. Rearranging his clothes, he collects his stuff and walks out into the empty hallway. "What have you gotten me into?" Was all Matt could think.