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Sex Ed Ch. 02

By: heatherrrrr



Thank you so much for your comments on the first installment, I hope this next one is an improvement and it leaves off where the first one ended. Please continue to make suggestions because this is my first time having a go at writing stories. Also, please do not contact me for any other purpose than to discuss the story or suggestions. Do not use the material without my consent. Thanks!

-H

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I needed the weekend to get over my embarrassment of having been caught re-living an intimate moment with my ex. Embarrassed? No, I was absolutely mortified. Sure, the class I teach requires people to be comfortable talking about their experiences and so on, but I have to remain the cool and collected professor. Always prepared to handle any question or concern that a student might have. As a teacher, you tend to lose the rest of your identity. You simply are just a teacher, nothing more. An asexual loner who spends most of his or her days with a nose buried in textbook after textbook. Social life? Friends? No way, not teachers. What would my students know about my sex life? Other than the fact that I was open with my sexuality from the beginning, they knew nothing.

I used to think like my students, too. I never thought about my teachers outside the classroom. What their hobbies were or if they had a favorite activity to do on a snow day. Did I ask any of my teachers? Absolutely not. Did I care to? Not even in the slightest. My teachers weren't human in my eyes, they were just soulless caches of information that only existed to grade me harshly and critique everything I did. 

In thinking about my behavior as a student over the weekend, I began to feel a little depressed. I wondered if my students felt the same way about me. I was curious if they ever thought about what I was like outside of the classroom. Hell, if they even wondered what I looked like in clothes that weren't business suits or skirts. Have they thought about the class so far and gotten anything out of it yet? Have they applied any lessons I might have taught them to their personal lives? Did I teach them anything at all? Or are they simply spitting out what I've stuffed into their brains?

Wait a minute- why do I care? I'm an fully functioning, well-rounded adult. These minute details are irrelevant because I had a job to complete. What's more important is that I need to not let that embarrassing moment between Kenzie and I distract me. Kenzie had finally agreed to come see me after class once a week for a quick tutoring session. I have to be able to be around her and not feel my face flush again. I'm sure she noticed how red I was, I bet she laughed at me all the way to her next class. Obviously I was unable to comfort myself.

The weekend was amazing aside from the internal struggle I was experiencing. An old high school friend of mine came back into town and invited me out to my favorite gay nightclub about 20 minutes from my apartment. It's a great place, not too big, not too small, and the crowd always changes so you get to see a new face every time. I, however, am a very familiar face around those parts. I befriended the owner, Mike, who is a big, burly-looking man with a long and curly black beard. He always welcomed me with a smile and every time before I left he took a shot with me before sending me on my way. 

So, Saturday night I met my friend for a quick bite before we made our way over to the club. From the outside you can always here the pulse of the bass of whatever song the DJ is playing at that time. That pulse is infectious. After one or two drinks, your body can't help itself but give in. Mine certainly always gives in. I love to dance, and I think I dance quite well if I do say so myself. Well, if you need proof I'll estimate I get asked to dance maybe 13 times a night, and those are the number of people who ask. Some tend to ask more than once, mind you.

I unintentionally swallowed my vodka martini down in two large gulps. I just needed to release some of that negative energy I was carrying around with me over Kenzie and my ex and class. My butt made it to the dance floor in .46 seconds, and nearly a minute later a very tall exotic woman started to close in on me. I froze in place, this woman had a good 4 inches on me even in my high heels! She had thin braids of hair that tumbled down to her shoulders. Very dark caramel colored skin and the darkest eyes I've ever seen on a person. Her full lips were slightly parted and I could see her light pink tongue doing push-ups inside her mouth. She was wearing a white tank-top that hung so low I could've sworn her breasts would fall out at any moment. Her jeans clung to her long legs like a second skin. She moved slowly and methodically through the crowd and never took her eyes off me for a second.

Oh dayum, Lord help me, please because I don't think I have the willpower to resist this one. 

I was still frozen in place staring wide-eyed at this beautiful creature in front of me. Her tongue still moving inside her mouth and her lips still parted. She just stared at me for what felt like an eternity, a stare which completely dismantled my cool persona I try to maintain when I socialize at these places. I stood their like a mannequin waiting to be positioned and moved in whichever way she pleased. She moved in even closer to me, so close that her nose was resting on my forehead and I could feel her soothing calm breath on my face. She was completely in control and I was a fumbling idiot just standing there. Is she gonna kiss me? Should I kiss her? Omg, what do I do? 

We stood their facing each other for maybe 4 minutes, neither of us touched the other. We just stared. My senses were going wild because this girl smelled like a heavenly combination of lavender and cucumber, and her soothing breath eventually calmed my nervous staggered breathing as well. The bass was still flowing, and you know I can't resist that pulse for too long, so eventually I started to move again. Starting from my breasts I began to roll my body into her in a wave-like fashion, and her body melded with mine as we began dancing together.

My eyes never left hers, like there was some invisible magnet that made it painful to look away. Our bodies keep rolling and rubbing against each other, I spread my legs so her left leg fit in between them and my right thigh fit in between hers. Then, a sudden jolt of warmth rushed to my head and my heart skipped several beats. She put her hands on my hips and gained control of my movements that way. She slowed our dancing down, we matched to a rhythm that was not coming from the DJ booth, but from my very excited, and very needy slit. 

I felt a strong force pulling me towards her and it took me a minute to realize that it was her hands pulling me closer. Our noses were nearly touching and when you're that close to someone, it's only natural to go in for the kiss. But my eyes could not pull away from her intense gaze, the magnetic energy was too strong so I held back and just let her run the show. We didn't speak, I didn't even ask her name, we just danced and grinded for what only felt like a few minutes, but was actually an hour or so. I could feel my slit was absolutely drenched probably through my clothes. I needed relief, I needed to come, and this must have reflected in my eyes and my exotic dance partner noticed.

"You come home wit me, yes?" Her English was broken, accent maybe from the Caribbean or West Indies. I've always found it so sexy how non-native English speakers can turn a question into a command because they don't know quite how to phrase proper questions.

I smiled and nodded, anxious to leave that den of iniquity and finally put an end to this torturous ritual we were performing. She grabbed my hand and led me to the door. She walked her same slow and tantalizing walk because she was so calm and collected, meanwhile I was prepared to run a full sprint to her place just so we could sort out the mess she made of my panties.

On the way out, I saw a familiar pair of blue eyes at the bar. I turned my head slightly and saw that it was Kenzie. Kenzie's eyes were locked onto me as this woman led me out of the bar. She was sitting there with a drink in hand, she looked to be alone or perhaps waiting for someone? What the fuck is she doing here? Has she been here the whole time? Did she see me? 

I felt a tug on my arm, apparently I had stopped dead in my tracks to look at Kenzie and my lover was letting me know it was time to leave. I looked at Kenzie one last time and then continued following my hook up for the evening outside. She waved down a cab and in 10 hellish minutes we were at her place. She remained sexy but silent throughout. We entered her apartment and I followed her directly to her bedroom. She did not offer a drink or give me a tour, the mission was clear: we were going to make love and that was it.

Once we were in her bedroom, that same stare we shared while dancing came back. Those eyes, god, those eyes were just...wow. She undressed herself excruciatingly slow, first her top was pulled over her head and she held it out with one hand and dropped it on the floor. She continued on and this exhibitionistic show had my senses going wild. My eyes were dilated, I'm sure, and my breathing turned into a pant, my lips were parted and subconsciously I began licking them as her panties slid down her long and slender thighs. She backed away from me and sat on the bed, she pulled one leg up onto the bed and kept the other on the floor. They were spread really wide as my eyes traveled from her toes up to her dark, caramel-colored slit. Her sex was engorged and well-lubricated from what I could see. This beautiful image in front of me made my own pussy throb even harder than it had been. 

"Take off clothes." She said as she rested one hand on her flat tummy. Her other hand was stroking her thigh.

I tried to mimic her sexiness by removing my clothes in the same manner than she did. One by one, each piece of clothing fell to the floor. My lover was pleasuring herself watching me undress, using two fingers to pull and tug around her swollen lips, and her quiet cooing and moaning made me want to do the same, but I resisted as I removed my panties so all I had on were my heels. 

"Keep those on." She said. She stood up and walked over to me, grabbed my face and closed in on my parted lips. Our lips met and I could feel her gorgeous mouth swallow mine completely. Her tongue was agile and soft and danced inside my mouth, I struggled to keep up because I was a bit out of breath from the intense build-up to this moment. The kiss was rough, passionate, unyielding, but her lips were so soft and tasted like cinnamon spice. The whole night, the build-up to this kiss was the longest I've ever had to wait to be kissed, but once her lips landed on mine I lost the remaining fragments of willpower I had and just let her take control.

Her hands were all over my body, squeezing my breasts together and pinching my nipples occasionally, then they moved around my back to my ass as she grabbed a handful and pulled my cheeks apart. She did so with such force, she nearly picked me up, which she also took as a sign that she could and she did. It happened so suddenly I let out a small squeal. I recovered and wrapped my legs around her as she walked me back towards her bedroom door. She slammed my back against the hard wood, never removing her lips from mine as she held me there, using the door as added support. This display of strength and dominance was so sexy and never too overbearing. I felt her strength in her tongue as it continued to slide around inside my mouth, and the strength in her arms holding me in that position. The dominance she had over me at that point, knowing I couldn't do anything to break free, I should've been scared because I hate losing control, but her calm gentleness from earlier had me at ease the whole night.

By now, my slit was pulsating with a magnitude so powerful I wondered if my lover could feel it through her abdomen, and I'm sure my sweet juices were covering her with a nice thin layer as she held me up. Finally, she traced the fingers of one hand down the curvature of my spine, around the outside of my bottom, and paused when she reached the sensitive skin between my anus and my opening. There she stood, teasing that area as she removed her mouth from mine. I gasped loudly. She re-positioned her mouth onto my neck and oh god, my neck...my body shuddered with pleasure as I melted even further into her body. She lapped and sucked up the sensitive areas around my neck and behind my ears, then she grabbed a hold of my bottom again with both hands, steadied herself, and hiked me up even further with my legs now wrapped around her waist just underneath her beautiful breasts.

From her, she had easier access to my starving nipples. "Mmmmm!" escaped from my lips as she took one of my pink erect nubs into her mouth and used her tongue to flick it and swirl it around. Then I could feel her teeth take the nip and slightly pull at it, the sensation sent pleasure to every part of my body from my fingertips to my toes. My lover remained focused and nearly determined to save my drenched pussy for dessert or so it seemed due to this laborious treatment to every other part of my body. "Mmmm yessss, ohhhh yessss that's it!" is all I managed to get out when really what I was thinking was Oh god, just fucking fuck me already!

My foreign lover finally got the hint that I was about ready to burst in between my legs, so she steadied her grip and pull me off the wall and over to her bed. I don't know where it came from but I had a sudden rush of assertiveness flow through my veins as I pulled her down and rolled her onto her back, gazed into her eyes and then turned myself around into a 69 position. Her musky scent filled my nose and I could see her slit was engorged and her pearl was peeking out from her hood. I dove right in, once I saw her swollen button I went straight for it with my lips. I kissed it and all around her hood and I heard satisfactory moans from my lover. My pussy was receiving similar attention as my love spread my engorged labia apart and teased my opening with her fingertips. I began to rock my hips back, urging her to slide her fingers inside me but my lover held back and continued to drive me insane. I had no such patience as her smell intoxicated me, I licked up and down her awaiting slit and probed my tongue in between her wet lips. I found her opening and massaged around it with my warm muscle, then I probed further and further using my neck muscles to reach as deep into her hot center as I could. Her inner walls closed in on my tongue and responded to every movement I made. I curled my wet muscle back and forth and swirled it around inside of her, my caramel-skinned began gyrating her hips to match my rhythm.

My pace was steady, the rhythm was addicting, not too slow but still sensual enough to drive you wild. Everything we did together we created our own music. Back at the bar, while we danced, we completely forgot about the songs in the background and instead grooved to the sound of our raging libidos. My lover was losing herself I could tell, her muscles in her legs began to tremble, and I took that as a sign to slide my tongue out and swallow her precious pearl. I took it between my lips and gently sucked and occasionally graze the tip with my tongue. This sent my lover over the edge as orgasm crashed down on her body, her muscles stiffened, "ay ay ay AYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"

Yep, definitely Caribbean. I was only guessing, but her final shriek told me she was Caribbean. When her orgasm finished she finally brought me to my own, taking my own nub between her thumb and finger with the other hand continued to probe my inner walls, eventually finding their way deep inside me. Her fingers were aroused with new determination as her climax ended and she went wild on my pussy, and I swear I've never felt anyways hands move that fast. My orgasm was intense as finally the relief washed over me, I could feel a river of fluids stream down my leg and my lover lapped it up. 

The intense build-up throughout the evening was nothing like I had ever experienced. The intensity of my first orgasm caught me off guard, but I was able to keep going a bit longer, enough to give my lover even more satisfaction. It took awhile for my clit to compose itself, and when it did my lover wasted no time. The night at her apartment lasted hours, as we each took turns bringing the other up and down and up and back down, and eventually to the orgasm we yearned for. I believe I only got a maybe an hour of rest before I decided to grab my things and leave, it was nearing sunrise anyway, around 5:50am. 

As I said goodbye to my lover, whom I still didn't know who she was or where she was from, not even her name, I walked towards a corner shop near her house and phoned for a cab. As I waited, I reviewed the night in my head because my lover's smell was still on my face and I could still taste her. But one image popped up that stayed with me for the rest of the day, haunted me. It was seeing Kenzie at the bar.

Okay, seriously, what was she doing there? Did she see me dancing with my lover? Oh god, I bet I looked like an idiot. Wait, were we supposed to meet? Am I missing something? No, no- calm down, you need a cup of coffee. 

Sex Ed Ch. 03



This is part 3 of the story, I encourage you to read parts 1 and 2 before you read this one. They're short, so don't worry! Again, with your comments I'm trying to improve with each installment I write so don't hesitate, I accept all kinds of criticism! Thank you so much for reading! And always, please do not use any of the material without my consent.

-H

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The following week at school was better. I guess my affair over the weekend allowed me to settle down and regain control over my libido. The truth is I was in a bit of dry spell before that evening with my exotic foreign lover, I hadn't been touched nor wanted to touch anyone for awhile. My only outlet was reading erotica novels in the evening because I guess I'm just too classy for pornography. Last semester I even used excerpts from different types of erotica for a lesson I was doing on the commercialization of sex. We analyzed the language and the pros and cons of both erotica and pornography and why the different sexes prefer one over the other.

The reason I like teaching Sexology is that it expands the vocabulary. Now, I really am making it sound like a how-to class, but it isn't. It all comes down to science. Anatomically, the clitoris, roughly the size of a pea, contains significantly more nerve endings than the entire shaft and crown of a penis, which is much larger than a pea. During development in the uterus, the reproductive organs of men and women are identical until eventually the penis extends outward while the clitoris remains the same size. Is there a g-spot? That is still being debated at the annual American Sexologists Association conference. I could go on, but the science is important, the knowledge is important. Now, will my students use this knowledge to broaden their horizons and become better lovers? Maybe. My hope is that they use the knowledge to have more fulfilling relationships.

It is a tricky area that full of gray, I have to walk a very fine line to maintain the science of each topic. Some schools don't even offer a class like mine. Their loss, I say. We live in a world of sexual freedoms, and people should stop blaming the younger generations for poisoning the children into believing they have the same sexual freedoms. The truth is that these freedoms have been around since the Sexual Revolution, so in fact, everyone can blame the Baby Boomer generation. I just teach the material that is given to me with the utmost maturity and respect for the subject.

Prior to class, I was sitting in my office at my desk checking over any emails I missed over the weekend and submitting the grades each student got on their exam they took last week. Many of them did well, some did not. Kenzie, once again, was in the not-so-well bunch. I have already reached out to her about meeting after class to go over the information or come up with study techniques, but she's ignored me so far. It's her own decision, I can't force her to come see me. Some students just really don't care, and as teachers we have to accept that we can't change their minds. I made an effort, I offered help, but she didn't want it so--

"Doc?" A familiar voice was outside of my office door. The door creaked open and it was Kenzie standing their before me. She was wearing black leggings and a cashmere sweater on top with cute gladiator sandals.

"Come in."

"Ah, uh...are you umm...busy?" Kenze's voice was trembling slightly, she had yet to look at me. Her eyes focus on her twiddling thumbs and fingernails.

"No, no. Just entering some grades and checking my email. Have a seat, let me just finish these last three." I replied as my fingers kept typing away at my keyboard.

"Uh oh, you mean the exam grades? Can I ask what I got?"

"Wouldn't you rather wait to find out in class? I will go over everything in class."

"So, I didn't do so good, huh? Doc, that test was sooooo hard!" Kenzie's face was looking guilty and pathetic. I could feel my resolve diminishing. She was absolutely adorable this girl. Her eyes...so crystalline and light blue. They were wide open and I could almost see some liquid building up on the bottom. Her face was so cute in a childlike way when a parent finds out they did something bad.

"Kenzie, I try to make every exam fair for everyone. Now, I suggested that you and I spend a little time after class to go over the lessons but you haven't--"

"Dr. Lockhart, I've been trying so hard," She was fighting to hold back the tears, it was clear to be that she really DID care about her grade. "I didn't want to be THAT student who needs extra help, but I just don't get this stuff. I'm no good at it!! I can't fail, Doc, I can't fail this class!"

"Okay, okay, Kenzie, calm down." Her face was buried in her hands as she couldn't hold back the tears any longer. She was sobbing uncontrollably and I had to think quickly of something to say to make it better. "Listen, if you and I just work together during my office hours, not after class, then no one will know you're coming for extra help. Like right now would be a good time, before class even begins."

"You'd still do that for me?" She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "But I totally rejected you last time!"

I laughed at her choice of words, I thought of something funny to say in hopes in would make her feel better. "Oh it's fine, I've been rejected plenty of times before."

Kenzie smiled and giggled, her face immediately relaxed and that smile would melt the heart of anyone. Her teeth were perfect as they revealed themselves behind her gorgeous and full lips. God, those lips are so kissable. I let out a small sigh as I gazed at her, on the verge of overtly staring, I licked the corner of my mouth. What are you doing?! Stop that right now!! I shook myself back to reality and immediately sat up straight and cleared my throat.

"So, do we have a deal? We meet in my office during my office hours, let's say twice a week?"

"Absolutely, I can't wait!" Her face was a beaming with relief and happiness. "Oh, by the way, I really liked those shoes you were wearing at the club this weekend. They were really sexy." Her face changed, eyes becoming lusty and burned into my own. Her smile turned cheeky and flirtatious, and I might have imagined it but I'm pretty sure she winked at me as she stood up and headed for the door.

Oh god, she did see me...

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The last portion of the conversation I had with Kenzie kept replaying through my head during class. I couldn't focus very well and it was hard to make eye contact with anyone else but her. My eyes just kept drifting towards her even when I had my notes directly in front of my face. I couldn't stop, I couldn't control it, I just had to see her eyes again.

This time, for the first time I think ever, she was paying complete attention. Her eyes were fixated on me as I paced back and forth in front of the room. Her legs were crossed in front, there were long and lean and looked amazing in her black leggings. I could see every indentation of her musculature. Her feet were precious as well, her toes were neatly painted and not a callous or rough patch in sight. She was leaning forward in her chair, resting her chin in her hand. It was her who was overtly staring with a slightly cracked smile.

"And so here we have...uhhh..." Shit, shit, shit...what was I talking about?

"A utopic represent of oral sex." I glanced up, Kenzie had finished my thought for me. I looked at her, this time she was biting her bottom lip, but her eyes still fixated on me. My face flushed a bright red, even hearing those words come from her mouth was sexier beyond anything I knew. Her voice was deep naturally, so anything she said sounded husky and flirtatious, like a come-on.

"Yes, thank you Kenzie..." I continue on with my lesson, trying to keep my composure but the truth was, I was rattled. I never get rattled. It wasn't the brief memory lapse that threw me off, it was the sudden burning sensation I felt in my trousers. I could feel the wetness build up inside me and as I went back to pacing in front of the classroom, I could feel my sweet nectar trail now my thigh.

Saved by the freakin' bell. "Oh, well it looks like we don't have enough time for me to finish this so let's pause here and continue next class. Have a good day everyone!" I started packing my things even before I finished my sentence. I needed to get out of there.

Back in my office, I was slowly sipping on a fresh cup of coffee, which wasn't quite calming my nerves as I had hoped. I reached into my desk where I kept a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream Liqueur even though that was completely against the rules. I checked the perimeter around my office windows and made sure the coast was clear before I emptied about a third of the bottle into my coffee cup.

"Mmmmmm that's more like it." I put the bottle back and leaned back in my chair and continued slowly sipping on my coffee. I heard a faint knock on my door. Ughh, so much for peace and quiet.

"Can I come in?" Kenzie's head poked through the door that was now slightly cracked open.

"Sure, come on in Kenzie." I pushed the cup away and quickly sat up and started ruffling through some papers, trying to make it seem like I had been working. "What's up?"

"Well, I don't have a class this afternoon so I was thinking you could help me review some of the material now..." Kenzie was avoiding eye contact, or maybe it was me who was avoiding it. I hadn't drank too much but I did pour quite a bit of Bailey's in my cup so the liqueur left my mouth tingling as the alcohol had already settled in my blood.

"Uhh, okay, sure. Have a seat and tell me where you'd like us to start."

"Well, I was thinking let's go back to the earlier stuff. Let's see..." Kenzie had sat down and pulled out her notebook. She was flipping backwards through her pages. "Oh, how about the first chapter on sexuality through history?"

"Right, the history is the most boring part." Kenzie laughed at that comment.

"Oh, I dunno, Doc. The Hindus had pretty wild ideas towards sex, didn't they?" She was referring to the Kama Sutra, which was one of the sections we discussed when we talked about sexuality in combination with different religions.

I laughed and again tried to come up with something witty. "Oh, I guess, but you see the Victorian era in England. Now those people were wild!" This was completely untrue, the Victorian era was in fact the opposite. It was a closeted time where everyone was prude and women who even showed their ankles were considered whores.

"Maybe we can go over them all? I don't have another class today so I have time..." Kenzie finally looked at me and her face looked hopeful almost to the point of pleading with me to stay with her and tutor her.

"Alright then. Let's start with the Greeks first..." As I began teaching this first lesson to her all over again, I couldn't help but notice that Kenzie wasn't writing anything down. Her eyes didn't move. Her unrelenting stare burned deep into my eyes that it was uncomfortable for me to sit there and keep a straight face. Instead, I kept my head down and read from the note cards I had made for this lesson.

After about 10 minutes of me talking, she leaned back suddenly and crossed her arms.

"Am I making you nervous, Dr. Lockhart?" That was the first time she said my name properly. It wasn't "Doc" like she had called me many times before, even on the first day of class. She had this knowing look on her face like she was in on some secret. The corners of her mouth angled upwards and her eyes turned sultry and sexy. She re-crossed her legs and it felt like slow motion as she uncrossed them, left them open slightly, and then swung her other leg over. If she weren't wearing those leggings and instead a skirt, I swore I would've been able to see everything she had to offer in between her legs considering the amount of time she kept them apart.

A warm feeling resonated in between my legs. Kenzie looked incredible sitting there in front of my desk. She was such a beautiful girl with a sexiness about her that seemed effortless on her part. I wanted nothing more than to drop the note cards on my desk and climb over it and ravish her then and there. My sex was aching and I'm sure my bra was not doing a good job at covering up my now very erect and very sensitive nipples.

"Uhhh, no? Kenzie, I'm just going over the lesson like you asked." I did my best to keep a straight face. Hopefully, she hadn't noticed my eyes veer downwards towards her nether region.

"Well, you've been talking non-stop and you haven't looked at me once. I may not be good at studying but I am good at ready people. You're nervous." She said this proudly and her smile grew even bigger.

I needed to take another swig of my spiked coffee. I took a deep breath and looked at her with a newfound composure and resolve. "Kenzie, I'm afraid you're mistaken." Lies, I was lying through my teeth. Of course she was making me nervous. My heart had risen into my throat as I had to choke down such a horrible untruth.

"Oh," Her confidence shattered. Her face sunk and her smile disappeared. She quit staring at me and lowered her head into her notebook and finally started to write some things down. "Sorry, I didn't...I mean...let's just keep going."

"No worries, let's see...where were we? Ah, right..." I stammered through the next few note cards. I was out of breath trying to maintain my composure for the remaining 14 note cards I had to go through. I was struggling to remain calm. I had lied to this poor girl's face and I was surprised she accepted it to be true because I swear my heart was beating so loudly she could hear it, sitting as close as she was. The lesson continued on and the awkward tension did not let up as I motored through the remaining cards.

I finally finished and wasn't aware that I had let out a sigh of relief, which Kenzie took as a sign to leave immediately.

"Thanks, Doc, I really appreciate the help. I didn't mean to bother you. Okay, well I will come see you again before class next time. Is that alright?" She reverted back to her old ways of calling me "Doc", I was disappointed because the way she said my name was heavenly to my ears.

"That's fine with me, don't be late." I said with a smile, hoping that she'd return it because her smile was truly lovely. She nodded and turned around, mumbling something incoherent. "What was that?" I interjected.

"Oh, nothing, just talking to myself. See ya, Doc!"

Call me Dr. Lockhart, it sounds so much better when you say it.

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I had no other classes that day so I finally had the peace and quiet I was yearning for. I quickly grabbed hold of my spiked coffee and went back to sipping it. Kenzie had left only a minute earlier when I heard a louder, more violent knock on my door.

God fucking dammit. "Yes?" I answered in an annoyed tone of voice. I clearly was not meant to have a moment alone on this day. I sat up straight and tried to make myself look busy again. It was Dr. Freeman, a fellow psychology teacher and the one Kenzie had mentioned earlier in the semester about always having a hard-on when I was nearby. I heard rumors about this man, he had made passes at several female students and would often ignore any of the men in his classes. His commentary was borderline inappropriate and one couldn't help but notice a persistent bulge in his pants.

"Oh, hello George, what can I do for you?" George was an older man, roughly in his late 60s. Gray hair and beard, and sort of looked like a weasel. When I interviewed for this job, I met with him along with some other members of the department. We went out for lunch and I noticed that he had difficulty keeping his eyes on my face as they kept falling downwards towards my chest.

"Just checking in to see how you're doing. Almost a full year into it, how ya doing?" He stood there a few feet from the door to my office, hands clasped in front of his pelvic area.

"Well, as you know the first semester was a rough start. This second semester shows promise minus a few. I just finished a meeting with one of the few and I think she's now on the right track." I wasn't looking at him, I was instead focus on my computer screen looking through emails I had already checked anyways. I was trying to come off as removed but not rude, hoping he would get the hint to leave me alone.

"Oh, those happen every semester. I've been here 18 years and they still happen. That was Kenzie Lee, right? She's a real firecracker, hell of an attitude, had her in my Personality class last year. I, too, offered her help after class but she never showed. Looks like she decided to give you a chance though."

Yeah, no wonder she didn't show up, you probably stared at her vagina the whole class. George was a nice guy, and I hate to spread gossip, but really, this man was undeniably creepy. Even the other professors in the department agreed, but he was tenured and well-respected for his work in the field of Psychology.

"Yeah, this was our first meeting and I think it went okay. I guess we'll see though, I'm giving them another quiz in a few days."

"Wow, you are a rough teacher. They just took an exam!" He laughed at himself, but I just remained focused on my computer screen. "I bet they all think you're a real bitch, too."

"Excuse me?" George was now sitting in the chair where Kenzie was sitting not too long ago.

"Yeah, I bet you're stiff as a board and mean to them. All you're missing is a ruler to spank them with!" He chuckled again, though I wasn't quite sure how to react. It was almost as if he was in on some joke that was way over my head.

"Ummm, George? What are you talking about?"

"Do you like to spank people? Or maybe you like to be spanked?" George was now petting the bulge in his pants. Instantly, my face flushed with anger and I stood up.

"George, get out, now. Please. Just leave." I stood there and pointed to the door. My patience was slowly draining. George knew I was gay; the whole department knew! His behavior was completely disrespectful and I was seething! Anger coursed through my veins.

"Uh oh, teacher is angry." George shook his head and stood up. "Teacher is being naughty, isn't she? I helped you get this job, you know. So, how about you scratch my back." George began slowly walking towards me. His hand reached for his zipper and slid it down.

"George, get the fuck out or I'll call campus security! George! Get the fuck OUT!" I backed even further away from him. I frantically looked around my office to see if anyone else was here. No one was around. The department was completely empty. I was alone.

"And who do you think everyone will believe, hmm? I've been here for 18 years, I have tenure. You're just the fresh, hot young blood. No one will back you up. It's your word against mine." I couldn't back up any further, I had reached the wall. George at this point was closing in at a faster rate than I could move.

"George, please. Just go." The anger in my body quickly turned to fear as he closed in on me. His hand was still in his pants as he was now close enough to reach up with his forearm and pin me against the wall. I struggled under his strength, he was smaller than me but his arm had found a pressure point and he pressed me up against the wall. I could feel myself choking, I was blinking out the stars as I tried to maintain my focus to defend myself. I swatted at his other hand that was trying to unbutton my blouse.

"George...please...I can't breath..." My strength was diminishing rapidly.

"Shhhh, be a good girl. You owe me." George snarled.

Suddenly, the door flew open. I could hear it crash against the wall but my vision was blurred and I couldn't see who was standing there.




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I was consumed by panic as I looked at Kenzie who was in my bed. My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my chest. Flashes of the future raced through my mind: I'd lose my job, get sued by Kenzie's parents, end up in jail, get raped in jail, and when I leave jail I'd have nothing, no one, and I'll be scarred as a sexual predator for the rest of my life. Fuck, I couldn't believe it! Kenzie came into my bed as I was sleeping and...and...it was hardly by any means consensual sex! I was seething with all these thoughts stirring in my head.

"Kenzie, why are you in my bed?!"

"Well, I heard you making noises and I thought you were having a bad dream so..."

"So WHAT?! You don't just climb into bed with your professor!"

"Whoa! What is up your ass?! Once I climbed in you settled down almost immediately." She seemed proud of this fact, her eyes scanned me up and down as I stood there with my hands on my hips in my pajamas.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding, Kenzie." I immediately crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I am going to be in so much trouble, I can't friggen believe this is happening."

"What are you talking about, Dr. Lockhart? What trouble? What's happening??" Her expression changed from smug to slight confusion.

"Uhhhh, HELLO? Kenzie, you're in my bed!!" I couldn't believe her, it was certainly not the time to act coy with me. I was furious and terrified. What was she playing at?

"Yeah. So? I've slept in lots of girls' beds. I know when I have nightmares my roommate will climb into bed with me..." Was she seriously trying to justify what she did? Taking advantage of me after a horrible event and then treating it like it's no big deal!

"I don't CARE how many girl's you've slept with, or if you and your roommate fuck every night!! I'm your PROFESSOR and this is absolutely horrible. I'm going to lose my job!"

"Fucking my roommate?! Haha! What are you talking about? I've never fucked my roommate. We just cuddle that's all!!" She was looking at me like I had three heads for making such an absurd accusation.

My head was now pounding with frustration and confusion and perhaps a hit of delirium. Cuddling? Wha-? Kenzie was really acting like she had no idea what I was talking about, or at least she had no idea why I was freaking out.

I stood there, arms still folded looking at her, examining her expression. That smugness had disappeared and now her darling face appeared merciful and empathetic.

"Dr. Lockhart, what is it?" At this point she sat all the way up on her haunches. She was wearing an old t-shirt of mine and her leggings still from the previous day. She's not naked...in my dream she was naked...how did she get my shirt?

As if she was reading my mind, Kenzie looked down and tugged at the shirt. "Oh, I found this in your laundry room and figured it would be okay to sleep in. Sorry, I should've asked." I was so confused. What the hell was going on?

"So, you went into my laundry room, put on my shirt, heard me and you thought I was having a nightmare?" It wasn't an actual question, I was only trying to puzzle together the events that happened last night.

"Yes." She nodded her head, still sitting upright on her haunches. She looked absolutely angelic in the morning. I couldn't help but notice her subtle yet adorable bags under her eyes, her eyeliner had smudged a bit but she still looked marvelous. The corners of her mouth crooked upwards as she smiled at me. My rage diminished rapidly, I couldn't stay angry forever looking at this gorgeous figure in front of me.

"And then you came in to my room and climbed into my bed." Still putting the pieces together.

Kenzie nodded this time, expecting me to recount all of the details, but she could see I was struggling to find all the missing pieces.

"I climbed into your bed and you settled down instantly. I told you everything was going to be okay and you sighed and went back to sleep."

"That's it? That's all you said?" I clearly had remembered her saying a few other things, or in my dream. I was still so confused, I still needed clarification.

"Yep. You were out like a baby. Good thing too! Your tossing and turning would've kept me up all night!" Kenzie said matter-of-factly.

"And that was all that happened? We just...slept?" Now seeking confirmation that my worst nightmare was in fact not really happening.

"Uhh, yes? Haha! Oh my god, Dr. Lockhart! Do you think we had sex??" She made it sound like that idea was so ridiculous. My feelings were kind of hurt by her tone, but I think I was more embarrassed that she had finally figured out why I was fretting earlier.

"Well, what was I supposed to think by waking up next to you? I mean, I told you to sleep on the couch! There are boundaries, you know." It was hard to remain professional and composed. I felt silly and embarrassed. Most of all, my pride was hurt a little bit. Was it so hard for her to believe, so inconceivable, that it could've happened? I didn't understand why she was acting like it was such a ridiculous idea. I felt a slight pain in my chest, probably from the huge blow my pride just took.

"Well, well, well..." Kenzie now had her arms folded in front of her. That smug look returned to her face and her eyes widened with triumph, "Dr. Lockhart, you weren't having a nightmare were you?"

My face was now flushed. I lowered my head and avoided eye contact with the young woman.

"You know what, it's late. You should go, now." I headed for my bedroom door and began twisting the knob. Kenzie had followed my movements and had turned 180° but still remained on her haunches.

"Oh come on, Doc, tell me how I was!"

"Get OUT, Kenzie. Now." This was absolutely mortifying. You're such an idiot...Kenzie's right, it's absolutely an absurd idea. "Please, Kenzie. Leave." I couldn't hide my embarrassment, but my rage was returning gradually the longer it took for Kenzie to leave.

If I hadn't freaked out on Kenzie, she would have never known what my dream was about. She would never know that it was the thought of her that put me at ease before I drifted off to sleep. It would've been better that way and I would've kept it as my little secret. I could've handled myself in class and I was doing fine up until this point. Now, I wasn't sure how I was going to stand up in front of that class and maintain my composure. Or even worse, how my private tutoring would go with Kenzie.

She had already proven herself to be a confident girl, and she is definitely aware of her sex appeal. She constantly has the male attention of the classroom, even though she remains quiet most of the time. She was beautiful and I don't blame any of the men in my class for sneaking those quick glances at her. I realized at that point that I, too, stole the same glances at Kenzie but I had rationalized it into something else, like I was hoping to get her to concentrate on the lesson.

Maybe I was blind to my own feelings towards Kenzie. Those awkward moments, sudden jolts of electricity, intense vulnerability, everything had to do with my attraction to Kenzie. And now, Kenzie knew I was attracted to her. She had solved her own puzzle. What was I going to do?

Kenzie remained still for a few moments, looking at me. "Relax, I won't tell anyone." Were the only words she could come up with. Not that they settled my mind at all.

"Kenzie, I'm not going to ask you again." I wasn't looking at her, my eyes were fixated on the wood floor. My voice was stern, I have never heard myself speak that way to someone, and definitely not with a student.

Seconds passed, they felt like hours. If Kenzie didn't leave, I would've because I had to get out of that room. There was so much tension and frustration floating around in the air, it was choking me. I was choking on everything at that point, my words, my emotions, I felt like an idiot.

Finally Kenzie pulled her legs out from underneath her and edged her way off the bed. She pulled my shirt off and dropped it directly in front of me as she stormed out of the room. I could hear the ruffling of her bag, the jingling of her car keys, and ultimately the slam of the door as she left.

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I let out a huge sigh, which was followed by an onslaught of tears. What am I going to do? How are you going to teach tomorrow? Just kept repeating through my head over and over. What was I going to do? I was so humiliated and my ego was badly bruised. I only had a few minutes of peace before my telephone started to ring.

I cursed under my breath before I sucked in a bunch of air and released it. "Hello?"

"Dr. Lockhart? Hi, this is the President, John Yokel, how are you?" The president of the university was on the other end. He had a very thick New England accent. I had only met him a few times since I began working at the college, but his voice was very unique.

"I'm okay, how about you, President?" I think my tone reflected my whirlwind of emotions that I was feeling at that moment. I definitely didn't sound "okay".

"Please, call me John. I heard about what happened and just so you know, we're are handling it as discreetly as we can. I certainly don't want to make a big fuss and cause you any more distress. George Freeman had a history of complaints, but as you know nothing was ever solid. Unfortunately, I hate to have to fire a tenured professor but he had it coming. I just wanted to ring you and tell you that this does not have any effect on your employment status, and I'll be sure to let the other faculty know that you are not to blame."

Great, so some of the faculty do blame me already... "I...I don't know what to say, John. I really, haven't had time to process anything."

"I can imagine, I really can. Listen, take a few days off on the university's tab, okay? Go somewhere, a spa or something, see your family. I'll personally see to it that someone covers your classes and we'll come up with something to tell your students."

"I really appreciate that, sir. But..."

"Noooo "buts"! You're not coming back to work for the next 72 hours! That's an order!" John Yokel had done a tour in the military, so he often barked orders both lighthearted and otherwise.

"No, John. I was going to say that a student of mine already knows what happened and I..." I knew Kenzie had promised not to tell, but after the way I yelled at her to leave my house, well, I wouldn't be surprised if she was angry and spilled the details over what happened. I was afraid for how she'd twist the story, or maybe she'd just spread a nasty rumor about me. A million things were going through my mind.

"Ah, right, Kenzie Lee. Well, I'm actually scheduled to meet with her, she is coming in soon to share her knowledge of the events of last night, then we'll come up with a plan. As far as I know, she's been completely cooperative so far and has agreed that handling this discreetly is best." This wasn't exactly comforting.

"Okay, well I trust the school to do their best. If you don't mind I think I'll take you up on your offer. I could really use a break after all this."

"Absolutely, take as much time as you need. And you can always ring my office if you need anything else." I smiled at John's kindness. He had a reputation for being a bit of a hard ass, he had a military background and had a very rugged appearance, his thick Boston accent didn't help either. But for the few times I met with him, he was always very courteous and he even studied my research that I had done in graduate school! When I was hired he said that he hoped my knowledge "would improve student relations and eliminate some of the reckless behavior and attitude towards sex," and I told him that his openness on the subject would help me achieve that.

The conversation was brief after that, we sad our goodbyes and I hung up. I wasn't going to be teaching that day, which was a huge relief because I wasn't sure I could handle it. I've been a victim of sexual harassment before, what woman hasn't, honestly? Afterwards, you feel as though everyone is staring at you like you've got some t-shirt on that says "I'M A VICTIM! LOOK AT ME!"

A few days off were definitely what the doctor ordered. I stayed in my house, had a few movies delivered to my door and ate copious amounts of take out, curry to be exact. It was hard to erase the images of Dr. Freeman's actions out of my brain, and automatically they were followed by Kenzie's actions. Her brave rescue, and then of course, the morning after. In the order of each event, my emotions were like a rollercoaster. First the fear and shock to the point of paralysis, followed by rage and extreme vulnerability, then relief when my hero showed up, and rage again when she invaded my space the morning after.

What the hell was she thinking, that stupid girl! Sure, the fact that she witnessed my assault and came to my aid, but she was still my student! There are boundaries! Just because she stopped George's advances from proceeding any further doesn't mean she gets a one-way ticket to my bed. I couldn't begin to treat her differently, especially if I wanted things to go back to normal. I yearned for normal, I needed things the way they were because I had finally made progress with her after our first study session.

I got into the bath, a nice and bubbly bath. The moment the hot, sudsy water hit my skin all the stress and racing thoughts dissipated and I sank down as far as I could. I held my breath and dunked my head under the water and I stayed there for several seconds. That was all it took. Seconds. Seconds passed and the same thoughts and feelings rushed through my mind and body all over again. When I came up for air, I was so frustrated I slammed my fists into the water and folded my arms across my chest.

Fuck. Kenzie knew what she was doing, coming into my bed to "check up on me". Yeah-friggen-right. She had teased me in my office, she's a bright girl, she knows what she's doing. She's probably reveling in the fact she had me so wound up. She was playing dumb, but she knew she crossed the line.

I had myself convinced that Kenzie had everything planned, it didn't make much sense as to why at first, but it was all planned. Saving me, driving me home, staying the night, sleeping in my bed. The only thing that I still doubted was whether my dream was really a dream, or if it had happened. Kenzie seemed stunned at her realization that I was dreaming about her, but if the night before was all planned, the sex had to have been part of it. What else could she want from me?

The sex, on the other hand, real or imaginary, was great. As dirty as it made me feel to think about it, I really did enjoy myself no matter how much my brain fought my body. Subconsciously, my hands began tracing the same path that Kenzie's did. I recalled her feather-light strokes on my arm and collar bone. Her soft, supple lips on my neck and my ear lobe. Her rough handling of my aroused nipple. The same burning in between my legs ached for her soft touch. In the bath, I began touching myself slowly and erotically, in the same way as Kenzie did. The way that soothed me, but also brought me closer and closer to take off. I couldn't stop myself from masturbating with Kenzie's soothing words repeating in my mind, the orgasm hit me in waves and I soon went back to relaxing in the bath. The relaxing didn't last terribly long as reality hit me; I was lusting for a student, and I felt like such a pervert.

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My time away from school was definitely needed. Coming back I had a mixture of emotions, nervousness and anxiety, but also anticipation to get back to teaching. I really loved my job despite what had happened with George Freeman. As I entered the building, I was immediately welcomed back by the rest of my department. I half expected them to behave rudely towards me for getting a veteran professor fired, but they were really nice and comforting. This was a huge relief that they didn't hate me.

With the first obstacle behind me, I then had to prepare for my class. I had a substitute giving them reading to do and a writing assignment, but I figured I would have to revisit the chapter with the notes that I had on my flashcards. I knew they would have questions about my absence, questions about the reading and the assignment, but I was more worried about the questions regarding the departure of Dr. Freeman. I planned on playing dumb and not knowing what happened, but that would be useless if Kenzie didn't remain true to her word.

I gathered my notes together at my desk and checked all my missed emails during my absence. I still had a little over an hour before class so I took my time and drank my coffee. There was a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I was a bit apprehensive about who would be knocking at my door. Perhaps it was another colleague wanting to see me and say something to me in private about what happened. I had a feeling I would be getting many visitors due to my return to work.

Kenzie poked her head into my office. "Hi! Welcome back!" Her voice had that soothing effect again, but then again I was still upset with her over what happened the night after my assault.

"Oh, Kenzie. I wasn't expecting you. Were we supposed to meet today?"

"No, not unless you felt up to it..."

"Well, today might not be a good day. I've only been absent a few days and it's like a year has gone by I've missed so much." That wasn't true, but I didn't want to be alone with her out of fear. Fear of what she'd do, and more importantly, fear of what I'd do.

"No, I completely understand. I just wanted to say hi and also tell you not to worry, I haven't told anyone about the incident."

Which incident? I thought.

Kenzie looked like a breath of fresh air. Her hair black hair was down and looking as perfect as ever. She wore a loose-fitting plaid shirt and a jean skirt. She had a way of looking like the girl next-door one minute, and sexy temptress the next.

"Thank you, Kenzie. I trusted you anyways," I was lying through my teeth, "I'll see you in class."

"Yeah, see you in class." She turned and made her way to the door, I couldn't help but notice her well-defined rear. It was perfect, like that of an underwear model. Her skirt was really short and the lines of her legs seem to go on forever. Just as she was about to leave, halfway through the doorway, Kenzie stopped. "And just so you know, Dr. Lockhart, I really missed you. I was worried about you while you were gone."

My heart wrenched a little hearing her say that. God, how can you have been so angry with her? She's adorable and caring, my little hero.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I'll be fine." I forced a smile while at the same time I was fighting back the urge to run over to her and kiss her. Kenzie was that type of girl who you just wanted to take care of. The girl who should never have to worry about anything or anyone because she's too sweet and kind.

I was alarmed at my sudden change of heart. Not only did I hate her for manipulating me and violating my personal space, but also earlier in the semester, she was stubborn and avoided my help. Now, I was gushing over her, nearly worshipping her! When Kenzie left I slammed my forehead onto my desk. Wake up, you idiot! She's a student and you need to get over it. It's never gonna happen, it can't happen.

I was right, I did have a few other visitors come into my office during that hour before class. Two of my colleagues came in with big baskets of food. A third with an invitation for a free therapy session, after all, these were psychology professors. I accepted the baskets and politely turned down the therapy session. I mean, I was assaulted, but it could've been worse, or at least, that's what I kept telling myself.




Sex Ed Ch. 04



I also reviewed the notes my substitute had left me about the students. She had written questions that the students had for me down so I could answer them when I returned. I began to read them and plan out the answers that I would share. But, my thoughts kept going back to Kenzie. She said she missed me, but did she really miss me as in her professor? Or did she miss the me she got to hung out with in my apartment? She was still calling me "Dr. Lockhart", which is definitely progress from just "Doc", but it isn't affectionate by any means. What are you obsessing over? You over-analyze everything, it's just a stupid technicality.



It's true, I was obsessing over the little details I was noticing in Kenzie's behavior. That's certainly not how a professor should be acting.

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I got to the classroom a little early before my students got there. I unloaded all the things I would need and began to write notes on the board. With my back turn I didn't even notice Kenzie come in, I only realized I wasn't alone when I heard the desk sliding on the floor. It makes that really awful noise, almost like nails on a chalkboard, and I cringed. When I turned, Kenzie was sitting patiently and a big grin on her face, her notebook was out and a pen. She looked excited to be there, which was light years from how she appeared on the first day of class.

"Oh, hi, I didn't even hear you come in." I said trying to remain composed when the mere sight of her causes all of my senses to go haywire.

"What can I say? I like sneaking up on you." She had a mischievous grin on her face. I froze in place, I knew she was referring to the morning after, waking up next to me. She confirmed my earlier suspicions, that she knew all along what she was doing with that statement. She was playing games with me. I was caught in one big game and I didn't know how to get out of it. She was keeping a dirty secret, not that it was that dirty, but it would mean serious consequences for me if anyone found out. She had the power, the ball was in her court, and I was powerless at that moment.

I didn't move or say anything, I wasn't even aware that the rest of my students were piling into the classroom and greeting me. I eventually snapped back to reality and began my class.

The first 10 minutes or so were filled with plenty of questions about my little vacation and I tried to avoid sharing too much detail about why I took one and so on. I was never a big fan of gossip anyway and I'm sure I disappointed many of my students when I failed to share the juicy stuff. I insisted on focusing on the chapter they read and the writing assignment. It felt pretty damn good to get back into the swing of things. The class was attentive and I collected their writing assignments. So far, so good. Everything was more or less normal, which was exactly what I wanted.



Normal, yes. Normal, until I noticed a certain someone in the front row. Kenzie.

Ah, yes, Kenzie. What was she doing, you ask? Kenzie was taking notes and kept her eyes locked onto me the entire time. Normally, this was a good sign, she was taking the initiative and trying harder in my class. But her eyes were saying something different, something other than "yes, I'm paying attention, professor."

Her eyes were seeking out something from me. I wasn't quite sure if she was looking for an answer to a question she never asked or what, but then, I allowed my eyes to wander. They wandered down her gorgeous and delectable neck towards the valley between her breasts, which was now very visible, as she took it upon herself to unbutton a few buttons of her plaid shirt. Her chest was rising and falling with each breath she took, and I noticed she took a bigger breath and let it out. I refocused my eyes onto hers, at this point I wasn't sure if I was even still talking about the material for the day or if I was rambling. All I know is my attention returned to her face, and Kenzie had this knowing grin like she had succeeded in getting my attention, which she definitely did.

I turned around, facing the board, cleared my throat and took a second to shake the image of Kenzie's nude chest in front of me. When I turned back around I moved on with the class and avoided Kenzie's eyes as much as I could. That was until she stretched. She arched her back pushing her gorgeous nearly exposed breasts in my direction and again I was fixated on this beautiful sight in front of me.

She leaned back in her chair and uncrossed her legs, she spread them open about shoulder-width apart. Not wide enough for the other students to notice, but she made sure her angle was just so that my eyes could follow the smooth curve of her thighs up to the fringe of her skirt. She smiled at me again when she saw my eyes fixated on her legs. She began rocking one leg side-to-side as if to ask me if I wanted to see more.

"So, uh, um..." I was a mumbling idiot, I wanted to keep talking but I couldn't find my words. Everything I had prepared was disappearing from my memory. Kenzie was distracting me and I felt my cheeks flush, oh and I knew she was enjoying my state, she covered her mouth to keep from giggling out loud. "Uh, what was I saying? Oh, right, birth control methods...um..."

I managed to continue talking but at this point I didn't care what was coming out of my mouth. Kenzie's legs were now spread even further apart. My gaze fell to the space in between her legs again and I could see everything. I guess Kenzie was not a huge fan of panties. I could see her cleanly shaven outer labia. Her inner labia looked like pink petals of a flower. The opening to her sex looked small and tight. She was getting aroused looking at me stare at her.

I could see how wet she was getting as her sex began coating her lips with her sweet juices. Her pleasure pearl began peeking out from under her hood. My body temperature was soaring through the roof and my own slit was creating an overabundance of fluids as I continued to drink in the sight of Kenzie's delicious-looking pussy. Finally, the rational part of my brain kicked in and I began to panic. I forced myself to look away and I sought out the clock and dismissed the class. Sure, it was five minutes early but I didn't care, I needed to get out of there.

Over the rustling of papers and notebooks and the movement of desks, I was able to calm my heartbeat a little, just enough to switch my attention onto a simpler task of cleaning up my supplies. My back was turned to the class as I heard my students leaving, I was praying to myself that I didn't make too much of a fool of myself. Or at least I hoped I said things that made sense instead of incoherent grunts and moans.

"We still have a few minutes left, Dr. Lockhart..." That voice was so familiar to me now. It made me cringe this time. Kenzie didn't leave with the others.

"Yes, I'm aware but I wasn't going to finish everything so I figured I'd wait to do it next class." I didn't want to turn and face her. I knew what would happen if I did. I knew I'd end up doing something I'd regret or worse, do it and get caught.

"I don't believe you." Still not looking, still not looking.

"There's nothing to believe, Kenzie." Don't turn around, do not turn around.

"Oh no? You're a terrible liar, Dr. Lockhart. I'm having trouble believing anything you say."

I needed to do something. I needed to stop this game she was playing. I knew myself well enough to know that I'm also terrible at denying myself certain temptations. I wasn't going to give in to her advances.

I finally worked up the courage to turn around, "Kenzie, look, I--"

Oh... my... god...



Kenzie hadn't moved from her desk. She hadn't even changed her pose. She was still sitting there, legs spread open, only this time, she had inched her skirt up to her lower stomach. With the skirt being held up with one hand, she had started stroking her slit with the other. Very calm, very smooth strokes in between the folds of her engorged lips. She was biting her lower lip and looking at me hungrily. When my eyes fell on her hand it immediately began to rub faster. She let out a soft moan as she began to tease her opening every third or fourth stroke.

"Kenzie...please stop..." I struggled to find the words. I couldn't pull my eyes away from the dark-haired beauty who was masturbating only a few feet away from me.

"But I don't want to stop. Watch me, Dr. Lockhart, it's okay." Her voice husky and sexy. Her eyes glaring at me still and her mouth fell open as she let out an even louder, more guttural moan that caused me to groan with her.

Her probing fingers found their way inside of her opening, pushing inside her canal with very audible wet and slurpy sounds. "Mmmmm, hear that? That's how wet you make me...oh... god..."

"Ken...Kenzie..." I was panting with desire, with thirst, I wanted to drink up everything that was spilling out of that gorgeous girl's pussy. I wanted to bury my face in her cunt and lick her until my own growing hunger was satiated. "Kenzie, please don't...I can't..."

"I'm gonna cum for you, Dr. Lockhart. Just watch. You don't have to do anything, just watch me cum." Her fingers were now fucking her tight little hole like a piston. Her other hand had found its way inside her shirt and I could see her through the fabric playing with her rigid and perky little nipples.

"Oh, professor...I'm gonna cum...I'm so close. Ah, ah, ooohhh, mmmm." Her head was lolling back and forth as her legs began to twitch. Her fingers kept pounding her pussy continuing to make those delicious sopping sounds as her juices built up inside. A few more pumps of her hand and her whole body stiffened, her orgasm crashed down on her and onto me as well as I felt my own knees buckle and I grasped onto my desk for support.

"YES! Yesyesyesyes! Oh god, yesssss!" Her screams nearly shattered all of the windows in the room. I could see each and every spasm rock her body even more as she continued to moan and groan and rock her hips back and forth in her chair.

Eventually she slowed her rocking and she pulled her fingers out of her, scraping out all of the excess nectar in the process. Kenzie pulled her skirt down with the other hand and stood up, made her way towards me and held her fingers in front of my face. I could smell her heady scent and my jaw fell open, in an instant Kenzie slid her fingers into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around them as I sucked as much of the sweet nectar as I could off of her fingers. I couldn't keep in the moan I just let escape from my throat. Kenzie smiled as she watched me lick her hand clean.

"Mmm, that was just my way of telling you how much I missed you, Dr. Lockhart. Hopefully, next time, it won't be just a solo show..."

Next time?! Fuckfuckfuckfuck...



Sex Ed Ch. 05



Sorry this one took so long. I was quite busy with work and the real world. This is the fifth chapter, the other four are relatively short if you haven't read them. This one picks up where Chapter 4 left off. I also welcome any criticism or comments, thanks to those who have already taken that liberty, I really appreciate it and I have tried to applied them in this chapter. This is not the final chapter, I still have one more in me I think. Enjoy.

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When I got home after watching Kenzie's lewd yet incredibly sexy display, I masturbated to the point where my clitoris was numb. In the aftermath, I laid there thinking about what I had gotten myself into. I was clearly overpowered by my lust for Kenzie. So much so I never stopped her advances, in fact they were very much welcomed. She had become the main object of my fantasies and I began imagining different places where I'd gladly take her and ravish her from head to toe. 

I imagined myself back in the classroom with her sprawled out on top of my desk on her back. I climb on top of her and our bodies mold together perfectly, my larger breasts resting perfectly on top of her smaller ones. The smooth and flawless skin of hers rubbing against me, creating that friction that I yearned for every time I thought of her. My tongue needed to claim her as my own, invade every orifice of hers that I could with the slippery wet muscle. I wanted to envelope myself in the velvet pink folds of her sweet center, and drink from the fountain of her juices.

But in the back of my mind, the moral dilemma, kept interrupting my fantastical sexual episodes with Kenzie. I was a new professor, naïve, and not used to having the little voice in my head tell me "no". In my sexual history, never once did I face a challenge such as this one. Nothing was off-limits because I was never bound by a contract. Now, I was seriously regretting signing that stupid piece of paper. I was really thinking and acting like a hedonist driven by lust and desire.

I started thinking that I had brought this upon myself. Showing an interest in Kenzie from the beginning in offering to tutor her, which was something that many teachers and professors had done for me in school. It was never intended to be anything sexual, perhaps it was received in that way. I needed to know why; why Kenzie took it as a green light to seduce me. I had come up with several reasons on my own while I thought about it through the night and into the early morning hours the next day.

Kenzie reminded me a lot of myself when I was a student. I wasn't motivated and hated going to class. I didn't do well and rejected anyone who offered help because I didn't really care. As I'd said, I never thought about my future during school, I didn't want to and it wasn't something I worried about. I never had a lifelong dream of becoming a teacher and changing lives. 

It took only one professor to pique my interest in Sexology. She was a short, stocky Jewish woman from Brooklyn, NY. Rough attitude and even rougher exterior. To anyone else, she was intimidating, but I was completely infatuated with her, though not in a sexual way. She befriended me, we had several chats and often counseled me with my own relationships and escapades as well. She was the perfect mentor. I absolutely adored her and when I started doing research, part of me wanted to make her proud.

When I decided to teach, I imagined myself becoming the woman I admired so much. Brilliant and blunt, but honest and caring, too. My mentor had a mouth on her that would shock anybody, and she often did. I loved it. She was the strongest female figure in my life, and I still consider her to be. 

I told myself to call her in the morning, she would know what to do.

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The next day, fear crippled me. I was dreading having to face my class again, having to face Kenzie again. Something made me feel like she was going to keep messing with my head until I gave in. Little did she know, I'm stubborn as a mule when it comes to temptations. Hedonist or not, I wasn't going to risk my career over a student, no matter how desirable I found her.

I came up with a marvelous plan. I brainstormed a class project to assign to my students. Small groups, and today I would give it to them and let them begin working on it. This would surely make things difficult for Kenzie, that is, if she was planning on a repeat performance. I patted myself on the back. I could definitely control my lust if the object of my lust isn't standing right in front of me. I had to avoid her as much as I could, then maybe with time it'll all blow over. Or, she'll give up. I still had time before class so I decided to ring my mentor. She was out of the office, which I expected, so I left a voicemail for her and told her that I needed help. Hopefully, I could hold out until I heard her advice. She always had the best advice.

In class, everyone groaned when I announced the project they had to do, but thankfully they cooperated and began working together in the small groups I had arranged prior to class. Kenzie was absent and I was a little sad that my good plan inspired by her went to waste. Still, it gave me a chance to do work and other things.

Sitting at my desk in the classroom my mind continued to run in circles around the Kenzie-thing. Why me? Why her? What if we're caught? 

"Hey Dr. L, how much is this project gonna be worth?" A male voice was snapped me out of my inner monologue. It was Ryan, a senior and very bright, but also your typical frat boy.

"I haven't decided, yet. Certainly not as much as the end of the year project, though." I was hoping this answer would be good enough. I was enjoying the privacy.

"Okay. Can we have a class discussion instead of doing this?" 

"Oh Ryan, are you saying my project is boring?" I was feigning being hurt and insulted. Ryan was a nice kid and always had something to say. He was very opinionated but always managed to be polite and never pushy. I could also tell he had a bit of a crush on Kenzie. From her noisy entrance on the first day of class, Ryan would occasionally steal glances at Kenzie but would almost instantly resume to his note-taking. I wasn't sure if Kenzie ever noticed, but I sure did, and it annoyed the hell out of me.

Was I jealous? Jealous of what? I don't know much about the personal lives of my students so I wouldn't know if Kenzie and Ryan even were even acquaintances. Outside of the classroom, I don't stray elsewhere on the campus except for the faculty dining room and my office.

"I would NEVER, Dr. L," Ryan joked with everyone, he was that type of student who brought a comedic element to the classroom. "I just thought we could have a discussion and our groups can meet up some time outside of class instead."

"Well, is that how everyone else feels?" I glanced over the room and saw the majority of heads nodding in agreement. "Looks like majority rules. Alright Ryan, what would you like to discuss?"

"Actually, I was hoping we could talk about you, Dr. L. The first day you mention you were a lesbian and we've talked about the theories behind homosexuality already. Would you mind sharing your coming out story with us?"

I was taken aback slightly by his request. I never imagined myself sharing personal details of my sex life with my students. I often used my experiences to highlight a topic but I always removed myself from the story.

"Uhh, I don't know Ryan, that's quite personal..." Really, I was just avoiding the question. I didn't feel like sharing, I didn't even feel like talking. But the faces looking back at me were painful to resist as they implored me to share. I sighed very heavily, "Oh okay, but just the same rules apply to me as they do to you. Nothing will leave this room, got it?"

In unison, Ryan and the rest of the class agreed, "Got it!" Then they proceed to put all of their books away and rearranged their seats as if they were about to watch a movie. All that was missing were a few buckets of popcorn. I felt a pang of nervousness in my gut, which is a rare occurrence. I am rarely very shy in front of a small group of people, but perhaps the personal nature of my discourse was putting me on edge.

"Well, let's see. I think I have always known I was different from the other girls. As early as 3rd grade, I had crushes on girls in my classes. I even cut my hair short one time to make myself look like a boy, hoping that would make the girls like me." The class giggled at that.

"What? It worked! They all thought I was a cute new boy, until they finally recognized me. I never liked boys in the same that I liked girls, but I didn't realize until much later that there was a name for it. My parents found out, I never did the official coming out thing like many other do. First, my mother found a letter I wrote to my crush at the time, I had this plan to woo her with lots of gifts and love notes from her "secret admirer". But my mother had found the notes and gifts in my bedroom when she was cleaning it one day. When I got home from school that day, she sat me down and told me to listen very carefully.

"You don't know what you're doing," she said, "you're going to lose all of your friends and this girl will never like you back. There are consequences to every action" she said. I was devastated. Not only had she found out my secret, but her words hurt me too. I didn't understand how my liking someone could cause all of those things to happen. So, I ended up throwing out all of the notes and gifts because I was afraid I'd lose my friends and people would hate me."

"Dr. L," Ryan interrupted, "You shouldn't have listened to your mother, I had a plan like that and mine worked. The girl was putty in my hands." The rest of the class scoffed and the girl next to him, Randi, hit him on the shoulder for interrupting. "OW! That hurt, Ran!"

"Let her finish, dickhead." Ran fired back. Randi was very sassy. She had reddish-brown hair styled in a pixie cut, a very cute face with hazel eyes. She was curvy in all of the right places and taller than me, about 5'10. She kept the boys in line if they ever acted immature or disrespectful in class. 

I couldn't help but laugh, it released some of my nerves that were still gathered in the pit of my stomach. "Well, Ryan I'm fairly glad I didn't go through with it. Later on, that girl became very mean in high school and a bit of a bully. I'm sure she would've told everyone that I was her secret admirer and that would've made my life a living hell. Anyways, it was my mother who changed my attitude towards my feelings about women. She urged me to start dating boys, which I did because you know, mothers know best. I hated it, but I went through with it to help ease the tension in my house.

"That was until I went to soccer camp one summer at a big university before my sophomore year of high school. I went as part of my high school's soccer team, most of the other girls managed to get rooms together but I was the only one with my own room. Lucky me. I met this girl, Dana, she was your typical Midwestern beauty. Short, light brown hair with pink streaks. We had so much in common, music, clothes, etc. I really started to like her, and she became a very close friend. We'd stay up late and share stories and I felt comfortable enough with her and admitted my feelings that I liked girls. She wasn't put off at all, in fact she opened up to me with her fantasies that she occasionally had about women."

"Ooooh, Dr. L, did you tap that??" Ryan blurted out.

"RYAN! What a jerk!" Randi punched him in the arm again with more force.

"No, Ryan, I didn't "tap that" as you put it. We remained in contact and I eventually saved up enough allowance money to go visit her over winter vacation. It was so much fun being with her and I sort of fell for her after awhile. One night, we went out to a party at her friend's house. There was plenty of alcohol and I got very drunk, so did she. One of her guy friends was putting the moves on me and I was too drunk to really notice. Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss. He was very strong and I couldn't push him off of me and my inebriated state definitely didn't help. Dana came to my rescue and berated her friend for taking advantage of me. She called us a cab and we went back to her house. 

"Once we got to her house, we both fumbled around taking off our clothes and putting on our pajamas, I'm sure it was quite the sight seeing two drunk girls try to balance long enough to get undressed. We went to bed and snuggled, just like we always did. Then Dana got real close, resting her head on my shoulder and she kissed my cheek. It tickled so I was giggling, then she kissed me again, that time closer towards the corner of my mouth. And well, long story short, she was the first girl I kissed, and we kissed for a very long time up until both of us passed out from the amount of alcohol we had drank.

"The next morning she confessed her feelings to me. She told me she had a crush on me, and I was gushing with joy! Ah, teenage love. We tried to make it work even though we lived so far away from each other. It didn't, needless to say, now she's married and she still is my best friend. But she really solidified the fact that I was a gay woman. We still chat and reminisce occasionally, when both of us aren't too busy."

"Wow, Dr. L, that's such a cute story. Do you ever wonder what would've happened if you both managed to stay together? Or if you lived closer to each other?" Randi asked.

"Hmmm, that's a good question, Randi. I've never thought about it. All I know is that she did love me very much and we enjoyed our time together. But now she's very happily married and I'm pleased with how things worked out."

"Bet her hubby loves the fact she was a lez..." Ryan said loud enough for me to hear, but it was directed at the other guys in the class.

"Ryan! Why are you such a tit?" Randi was beet red and looked like she was ready to strangle the poor boy.

"Chill out, Ran, I was only joking! Dr. L, you know I was joking, right?"

"Of course I do, Ryan. But your mouth is going to get you into trouble one of these days." I was teasing him, but Randi seriously did look like she was ready to let loose and use Ryan's body as a punching bag. I glanced over at the clock and realized that I had blabbed for long enough. "Okay guys, sorry I'm letting you out late, have a good weekend and I'll see you next week. Oh, and don't forget about your class projects!" Another collection of groans followed my last statement. Everyone gathered their things and made their way for the door. 

I had to admit it was nice to share a personal story with my students, and the overall pleasant reaction from them was reassuring. I always prefer to be open and honest with my sexuality, and granted on the first day I made it known to the class. However, I still avoided talking about it too much especially when we studied the chapter on homosexuality. I never wanted the "lesbian" label to define me, surely it's part of who I am so I don't negate it, but instead I desired my teaching ability and knowledge of the subject to be center stage. 

As I gathered my things, I reflected on the parts that I had omitted from the story. Like I felt it unnecessary to tell them about my other girlfriends throughout college and beyond. My first girlfriend in college was a feisty one. She was fairly light-skinned for a black girl and had beautiful long dark hair. She had beautiful pouty lips and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. She had a temper, though, and as our relationship progressed we eventually moved in together over the summer because we both decided to take summer classes for extra credit.

I was working at the time and she remained at home. I was so in love with her and when she was in a good mood, she was very loving and caring. However, she was also very demanding. I ended up having to pay for all the food we ate and the rent as well. It was very straining on the minimum wage salary I had. In order to cover all of the expenses I took on more hours at my job, which was a really shitty mall job. I was exhausted day in and day out working double shifts and having schoolwork on top of it. Our sex life suffered. Our relationship suffered as well.

One night we went out for Pride weekend with her gay best friend and another girl. We walked into town where the lights were bright and clubs were pumping, it was a brisk evening and I was very cold in just a blue halter dress with strappy heels. The other girl linked my arm with hers and we walked together because she was just as cold as I was wearing only a fitted t-shirt and jean shorts. My girlfriend and her friend were several feet behind us catching up since they hadn't seen each other in a long time. 

The night was fun even though I remained sober for most of it. The opposite was true for my girlfriend as she drank way more than she could handle, mainly because her friend kept buying more and she flirted enough with strangers to have them buy her drinks. I was never a jealous person and so was the case that night. She flirted, she liked the attention, and I was enjoying my time with the brown-haired beauty who accompanied us for the evening. There was no flirting going on! I can assure you that I behaved, but it was nice not to be the third wheel as was often the case when my girlfriend and her best friend reunited. 

However, my girlfriend believed otherwise and she got very upset with me once we returned home. We argued and there was lots of shouting and most of it was directed at me. I tried to calm her down because her accusations of flirting with the other girl were ridiculous. That night changed everything. She overpowered me and began a full-fledged assault. She punched and scratched and kicked me until she lost her breath. We slept in separate beds that night. The next morning she begged me for forgiveness.

And so the pattern developed, and it gradually got worse the beatings. At the end of the summer, I was battered and bruised and not just on the outside. I was emotionally numb, exhausted from work and the relationship I was in. I knew that I had to get out before more damage was done and I had given up on love completely. 

I decided to do a study abroad program, to get as far away from her as I could. I went to Spain, learned Spanish, and met a Spanish beauty who essentially healed me. She was very petite, didn't speak a word of English, and had the darkest eyes I had ever seen on a person. I felt like they bore into my soul each time I looked at her. It was a short-lived love affair, but I was grateful to her for giving me hope. She taught me many things about sex that I wasn't aware of with my minimal experience at the time. She was incredibly talented and she was in tune with every part of her body, and she taught me how to be the same. She was able to give me an earth-shattering orgasm just by covering each square inch of my skin with light touches. The sensation was similar to the slow burn you start to develop inside of your muscles when you exercise. Only this burn was coming from my hot center as each moment she paused to kiss a spot on my body, a vibration rocked my entire core. She was so passionate about love and making love. I left Spain feeling like a brand new woman.

When I returned to the United States I had a new outlook on life and relationships. I vowed to never get into anything serious until after I graduated college, which I kept that vow. However, I did build a reputation for being a player, and perhaps I did my own fair share of hurting other people. I can't take back what I've done, but the only goal I had at the time was to never be a victim again.

Obviously, that didn't work out either. There I was, a sexual assault victim, looking back at all the other times I had been victimized by men and women. I knew that I had an infatuation with Kenzie, an obsession, as each time I thought of her, lust would cloud my vision. But she seemed so much in control, so aware of her effect on me. Was I just another conquest? Was I her target as she lined up her crosshairs slowly and steadily? When would she pull the trigger? And what would happen afterwards if she succeeded? 




Sex Ed Ch. 05



I left the classroom and made my way back to the office. I planned on calling my mentor once again and hopefully she would be around to talk. I needed insight from a 3rd party, and my mentor was just the right person to ask.

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Sitting at my desk sorting through the remaining chapters I had left to cover before the end of semester. It was nearing the point in the semester when progress reports were due and I had to meet with students who were in danger of not passing the class. Thankfully, I didn't have many, at least I didn't believe so. I checked over my gradebook and the grades I had on my computer. After double-checking, I only had a few students who were in danger: Paula, Dean, and...Kenzie. The last name was disappointing to be honest, I know she and I hadn't been meeting regularly anymore and I've cancelled on her a few times since the incident. Also, she hadn't shown up in class, so I would have to email her to set up a meeting.

I opened up a new e-mail and began typing my notice to my students. Essentially I wrote the same thing for Paula and Dean except I just changed their names and few things here and there. When it came time to do Kenzie's, I copied and pasted my comments as I had done for the others, but an unsettling feeling stirred in my stomach. It didn't feel right to send her a notice, telling her that it's hopeless and she's going to fail my class. I know, I know, I should never play favorites as a teacher. And whether her advances towards me were genuine or she simply wanted a better grade, I still couldn't bring myself to send her this email. Images of her beautiful face flashed across my eyes and seeing her frown absolutely destroyed my barriers and my heart completely melted.

But she needed to know, right? It's only fair that she get a warning just like the others so she had time to correct it and do better. Then again, all it would take would be one quick click of the mouse to make it all go away. Just one. She would be so happy, just to see her smile again would be worth it. The voice inside my head was now being a bad influence. I couldn't resist, just the chance to make her happy would be amazing. I'll just say there was a computer error if anyone questions it, after all she had been making an effort, it wouldn't be THAT inconceivable! Those final encouraging words did it. I clicked the mouse. It was fixed.

My phone rang, snapping me back from my garden of Eden with an ignorantly blissful Kenzie and her precious smile. I cleared my throat.

"Dr. Lockhart speaking."

"Well, if it isn't my favorite student! I'm a big fan, I've read your articles published in the ASA Journal. How've you been?" It was my mentor from college. It was so great to hear her voice, thick and butch sounding with her Brooklyn accent.

"Dr. D-- I mean, Kim. Sorry, I forgot you preferred Kim. I'm good, did you really like the articles?" Her opinion on my work mattered the most to me. When I completed my research, I sent a rough draft to her in hopes she'd be proud. Instead, she reamed me for making crucial errors that the Board would rip me apart on. That was how she was, and I loved it. I fixed my errors, it cost twice as much to finally finish, but when I did it was a true feat for me.

"It was fascinating. I'm really proud of you. How has the teaching been going?"

"Funny you should ask, I've just finished my progress reports, only a few needed a written warning."

"Only a few? Well then, you're just not trying hard enough!" Her laugh was deep and hearty. It always brought a smile to my face.

"Yeah, yeah, I idolize you, but I certainly am proud of the fact that I'm a much EASIER professor than you ever were."

"Oh come on, look at you now! I did something right! So, the message you left me was a bit confusing, care to elaborate?"

"Well, it's sort of uncomfortable and it's a very sensitive issue and...and..." I hesitated, I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to go through with it. She was a professor after all, and there I was lusting after a student, which is a mortal sin in the education world. 

"And...come on, tell me. It's just me you're talking to, the woman you asked for advice when, you know..." She was referring to my first girlfriend in college, the one who became abusive. One of the summer classes I had taken was hers, she notice the bruises and questioned me about it after class. I confided in her, but I didn't necessarily follow her advice, which I regretted.

"Yes, yes, I remember. I, um, have this student..." I started, unsure of how to say this without sounding like a pervert. "She is really quite pretty, you see. And,...and well, she had been in the right place at the right time because a colleague of mine tried to..." God dammit, why was this so hard? I've spoken to her about loads of things before.

"He tried to...what? Did he assault you?" Her concern was apparent in the tone of her voice. 

"He tried to assault me, but my student came just in the nick of time. And well, she drove me home and stayed with me for awhile, and then--"

"Oh god, tell me this isn't going where I think it's going!" From concern to disgust in under a minute. That must've been a new record for me.

"NO! No, Kim, nothing happened. Last thing I remember was making a bed for her on the couch and then the following morning she was in my bed. At least, I don't think anything happened. I--"


"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! You violated one of the most important rules for all teachers! What were you thinking letting her drive you home? Are you crazy?!" Tears flooded my eyes. I never expected her to get so angry and I could hear the disdain in her voice. I felt sick to my stomach, I'd upset my mentor. I didn't want this at all.

"No, no. I haven't done anything. But this student, she has...made passes at me since then. I haven't done anything, I swear. Please, please don't yell at me!" I was sobbing uncontrollably. The last thing I wanted was to betray the vow I took because I made that vow with my mentor in mind. To be like her, to be successful like her, and to make her proud.

"Just answer this for me, because I'd hate to see you destroy your career before it's even started: how tempted are you?"

"I--I..." I knew what the truth was, but could I say it? If I said those words, then it became real. I wasn't ready to accept that.

"Is it lust?"

"I think so, I--"

"Then forget about it. Go out, find yourself a hot girl, fuck her brains out and get this student out of you head. You're very bright, you were my favorite student, and you have a brilliant career that's only just begun. Don't fuck it up now." 

My tears were beginning to subside, I started to see reason. She was right, it was raw lust and nothing more. That could easily be fixed if I just found someone else to lust after. Kim was the best person to talk to about this, I knew she would know exactly what to say. And the way she said it made it all sound so simple, which it was. Go out, get laid. Done. 

"You're right. I don't know why it was so hard for me to see that. Have you, um, ever...about a student?" I knew she and I had an open relationship, but now that I was a professional as she was, we never chatted about her life like we did mine. Now, I was just curious, no-- I was hoping and praying that I wasn't the only one.

"I have, it's an emotion we all feel. You should know how natural it is. We're animals and it's our instinct. If we neglect the instinct, we become irrational hornballs, which I'm afraid m'dear, you are one. But as long as you never act on it, and satisfy the need some other way, you'll be fine. I just worry about you, I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's okay, I needed it. If you were here, I bet you would've slapped me in the face!"

"You know me well. I would have, yes. Okay, I have to get going. Department meeting. Remember what I said and you'll be fine. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, thank you again. Bye." After hanging up I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I wasn't going crazy, and I wasn't the only one who lusted after a student before. Now, I knew what I had to do. I needed to get laid.

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I waited for the weekend to come and promised myself to have a huge night on Saturday. I finished the rest of the week at work almost mechanically. My thoughts kept returning to the conversation I had with Kim. She was right to be angry with me, the thought of even pursuing something with Kenzie would be the end of me and my career. It was too much of a risk no matter how much I fantasized about her. 

I also reflected on the possible dangers of getting involved with someone as young as Kenzie. Her attitude towards sex was juvenile. If she truly cared about me she would acknowledge the potential consequences of her actions. She wouldn't want me to risk my career. Instead, she acted completely unsympathetic to my predicament. Kenzie was more than aware of her effect on people of both sexes. She used it to her advantage, and I wouldn't be surprised if I was just one of many. 

Kenzie did finally come to class on Friday and surprisingly, she behaved herself. Part of me was relieved that I didn't have to use all of my strength to resist her once again, but on the other hand, I was a little saddened by the lack of attention. How ridiculous does that sound? I missed the attention. Or perhaps it wasn't the attention that I missed. Maybe I just needed one more look of her delicate youthful pussy, spread out on display just for me. God, I'm definitely no innocent bystander in this story, I know. The sense of empowerment when someone lusts after you is more intoxicating than alcohol.

But no, Kenzie did behave herself, though it didn't mean she was paying attention to the lesson. I was pretty sure those were doodles I saw her scribbling in her notebook. After a brief moment of confusion, I settled on the solution that things were back to normal. Kenzie was behaving just as she did on the first day. Aloof and non-responsive. That meant for me that the coast was clear and I could finish the semester without any further incidents. Clearly, my inaction paid off and Kenzie had given up her quest. 

At the end of class, I asked to speak to Kenzie for a few minutes. When I said her name she didn't even flinch, her eyes remained glued to her notebook. As the rest of my class made their way to the door Kenzie remained seated, not even bothering to stand up and come to the desk. 

"Kenzie, I just thought you should know that progress reports were due this week." Yes, yes, I know I "adjusted" her grade, I wasn't going to tell her but I was testing the waters. If we could have a normal, student-teacher conversation then that was proof enough for me that things had returned to the way they were.

"Oh great, can't wait to read mine." She said in a monotonous tone. Sarcasm, check. 

"Hang on," I had to word this carefully so as to make it sound like I wasn't doing her a favor because of my feelings towards her. I sought out her eyes but I couldn't find them. She was still sitting and staring downwards. Her body language was droopy and closed, she looked miserable. "Now, since you took the initiative and sought extra help. I decided to take that into consideration."

"What are you talking about? I didn't ask for any favors! I--" Her withdrawal turned to fury. Her body language changed and she was now sitting up straight staring me down. I had to find an escape route.

"Kenzie, Kenzie...calm down. I did the same thing with everyone in the class," Okay, so that was a lie. But it did the trick as she immediately drooped back down into her chair. "You've done a good job improving and I know you're trying, so I just wanted to ease your mind a little."

"Thanks, Doc. See you later." And just like that she left. Yep, definitely back to normal.

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The weekend finally arrived and I couldn't have been more anxious to get out of my place. I probably put on some muscle tone in my arms from all the masturbating I'd been doing because my arms looked fabulous in the black strapless top I put on. I went for white skinny pants and paired them off with red stilettos. This outfit was my "knock-em-dead" look and with the words of my mentor repeating over and over in my head, I had to make sure my outfit lived up to its name. I straightened my fine, blonde hair, applied my makeup and blush and used a great eye-liner that really made my blue eyes pop. I gazed at myself in the mirror and felt pretty confident that there was still a party girl in me deep inside. She was going to unleash herself.

I couldn't remain hung up on Kenzie forever, this night was going to change all that. I wouldn't depend on her anymore to feel wanted or desired because I was looking hot. I wandered into my kitchen and poured myself a couple of tequila shots. I just barely finished sipping down the first one when a banging grabbed my attention. There was someone knocking at my door.

I wasn't expecting any company and my microwave clock read 10:49pm. I opened the door and saw Kenzie standing there shaking and she was making sniffling sounds. Has she been crying?

"Kenzie? What are you doing here?"

"Dr. Lockhart, I'm sorry, this isn't a good time is it? I'll just...I'm gonna go...sorry to bother you I--" Kenzie immediately turned around and started walking away.

"Kenzie! What's going on?" Why I was so anxious to keep her at my front door, I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure if I was even going to let her in. The confidence I had built up for myself in the bathroom made it much easier for me to keep my nerve. However, something in my gut told me something was up. Her face looked red and her eyes puffy. 

"Nothing, I--" Kenzie did stop, but she didn't turn around. Her voice was shaky and I couldn't understand her very clearly with her back facing me. "It can wait. I see you're going out so, I'll see you later."

"Wait, Kenzie--" It was too late. My words didn't come out quick enough and in seconds she was gone. What was that all about? I closed my door and went back inside towards where my tequila was waiting for me. I stared at that drink not sure anymore if I should drink it and continue with my plan for the evening, or if I should go after Kenzie. My heart sank at the memory of her shaking body standing in front of me, she was clearly upset over something. She hadn't come to class for a few days, something had to be going on. My mind was racing with theories and hypotheses of what could be happening with Kenzie. But then an echo of my mentor's words told me to knock it off. Yes, Kenzie was a student and I was concerned for her, but it had to remain just that. I grabbed the second glass full of tequila, downed it, and called for a taxi.

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I went to my usual place, the walls were vibrating to the beat of the loud bass coming from the DJ. I walked into the bar, I made an effort to walk in the sexiest way possible. I wasn't some dumpy frumpy college professor tonight. I could feel eyes on me as I made my way to an empty barstool, the attention sent chills up my spine. I ordered a drink and sipped on it slowly and made small talk with one of the gorgeous bartenders. I couldn't tell you her name though, but she was stunning with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. Her figure was covered up by a not-so-flattering black t-shirt, but even so, you could tell she had a banging body under there.

I scanned the room hoping to make eye contact with someone. I was always big on the non-verbal communication. Words didn't matter, words often got in the way. Eye contact, body language, slight touches, each and every breath all did so much more to make any situation more erotic, more alluring and sexy.

A petite girl caught my scanning eyes. Her green irises locked onto my blue ones and refused to let go. She made her way over to my barstool, I had barely noticed that a stool next to mine was recently vacated. She walked towards me as a lioness does when she stalks her prey. Her hair was cut into an asymmetric bob, the one side of red hair hugged her bone structure beautifully. She had porcelain skin with a few splashes of freckles scattered on her face and shoulders, much like my own. She couldn't have been taller than 5'3" and I would've accused her of being almost too skinny if it weren't for the ample curves she carried in her chest and her plump rear. She had the body of an aerobics instructor, or maybe yoga. 

"Hey there, is this seat taken?" She was referring to the deserted barstool next to me. Her voice was light and soothing, almost musical and I was just dying to hear more.

"Not at all. It's yours." I gave a smile back, again I always enjoyed the subtlety of non-verbal communication and I secretly hoped she did too. I wasn't in the mood to do much talking today, because talking meant that I had to think and thinking meant thinking about Kenzie. I didn't want to think. 

"Excellent, I was hoping you'd say that. So, you by yourself tonight?" She returned my smile. Her teething were blindingly white and perfectly sculpted. Mine were straight, but not like hers. She had the mouth dentists would kill for and she had the mouth that would hopefully wake me up from my lovesick puppy daydreams of Kenzie.

"Not anymore," This time I avoided eye contact but made sure that my smirk made it obvious what I had meant. "My name is Hannah, by the way." I extended my hand towards this redheaded bombshell.

"Silvia, a pleasure." She took my hand it turned it and leaned in to kiss the top of it. She let her lips linger on the skin of my hand, it sent waves of electric current straight in between my legs. I shivered as the sensations flooded my body.

Just then my phone started to go off. I didn't realize it was mine until Silvia brought it to my attention. I was too entranced by the feeling of her lips on my skin.

"I believe someone is trying to steal you away from me." She said as she glanced at my jacket since that's where the sound was coming from.

I rarely use my phone for its intended purpose. It was a gift, a Blackberry, and I'm all about the great new technology, but it's really annoying that I can receive emails on my telephone. It almost defeats the purpose of owning a computer. As a result, I never use my phone other than to make calls. However, something told me to check it.

"I'm so sorry, just...give me 2 seconds and I'll shut this thing off." I said as I fumbled with some of the buttons. I opened up the awaiting email message and realized that it was an email from Kenzie. It had no subject heading, but I recognize the email address as we are given that information on the first day we get new classes.

"Dear Dr. Lockhart, 

I just wanted to let you know that I'll be transferring to a new school. A community college. I can't afford to stay. I'm so sorry for surprising you earlier, I was just really sad at the thought of never seeing you again. You looked so beautiful all dressed up, I mean, you're beautiful all the time, Professor. I'm really going to miss you. I love you.

K"

She's leaving? That must've been why she was absent, and she was all red of crying earlier. Wait, she loves me? My mind froze, I wasn't sure what to do. I read and re-read the email from Kenzie and each time it became clearer that I had to see her again. I had to go find her. I had no idea where she'd be. I began typing back a reply.

"Meet me at my house. 20 min." The was all I could manage to type before I shoved the phone back into my pocket and leaned forward to try and get the bartender's attention.

"Whoa, you're leaving??" The redhead's face couldn't hide the hurt she felt even though our encounter was brief. 

"Yeah, I'm sorry, something's come up...I'm sorry. Here," With the pen in my hand I had from closing my tab, I grabbed a cocktail napkin and scribbled my number on it and gave it to Silvia. Her expression changed to relief that I wasn't completely blowing her off and that made me feel better for needing to leave so abruptly. "It was nice to meet you Silvia." I finally said as I waved her goodbye. I flagged down a taxi and went home.




Sex Ed Ch. 05



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I was sitting on my couch sipping on a glass of water. I wanted to get some of the liquor out of my system and I had changed my clothes quickly. As much as I wanted to keep that outfit on for Kenzie, it's not terribly comfortable. I kept my jeans on but I traded stilettos for a pair of tan boat shoes and the strapless top for a loose fitting dark gray t-shirt that was cut to show off my stomach. I anxiously waited for Kenzie. She was late, 40 minutes late to be exact. I began to think of what a stupid idea it was to email her, she probably had been packing up her stuff and put her laptop away and was therefore unable to see that I wrote her back. Or perhaps I was too late, and she was already gone. 

I stood up and began pacing my living room. I kept checking every clock I had in the vicinity, each one told me she was now nearly an hour late. My stomach tied itself up in knots. My heart fell into my gut. She wasn't coming. I plopped myself back down on the couch and grabbed the nearest pillow and cradled it. Sadness and disappointment washed over me as tears formed tiny pools in my eyelids. I tried to blink them away but as soon as I closed my eyes, I started to sob uncontrollably. Kenzie was gone. I was too late. I buried my face into the pillow, I whispered silently, "Please, please let me see her again." I was beginning whoever had the necessary power to grant me my wish to let me see Kenzie's beautiful face one more time. 

This time I was ready to confess everything to her. I was ready to tell her about the dream where she sneaked into my bed and made love to me. I was ready to tell her about all the times I've masturbated thinking about her in class and how watching her pleasure herself only added to the fuel of my desire. I wanted to really thank her for saving me from George Freeman, the proper way a hero should be thanked. I wanted nothing more than to worship her from my knees and savor that delicious cunt of hers that she allowed me to see. But where was she? I looked back up at the clock. I had responded to her email over two hours ago. My tears continued to stream down my face as it was now looking hopeless, and I wasn't going to see her again.

She's not coming. Where could she be? Please, Kenzie. Please come back.