1 comments/ 7525 views/ 0 favorites Chance Encounters Ch. 01 By: KuriousGrl74 When the phone rings, I am hesitant to pick it up, letting it ring five times before I find the receiver in my hand. On the other end, the same quiet breathing echoes in my ear before the familiar voice whispers, "Tonight." Then ... the click on the other end and the hum of a dead phone. I close my eyes, holding the receiver intimately, lulled by the constant buzz. Upon opening my eyes, my head turns on the pillow to look at the time. It is only a few minutes after midnight and my husband sleeps soundly beside me. I slip in closer to him and press my clothed breasts to his back, rubbing them back and forth against his skin as I cozy into him. I can hear his breathing change, hear the airy moan as he stirs--it emboldens me to slide my hand between his legs, pushing my thumb against his anus while my fingers stretch across his scrotum. I knead his testes, placing kisses along his shoulder blades. He moans again, though I'm fairly sure he still sleeps. My hand creeps along his hip and around to his member. It is soft and pliant in my grip, jumping briefly as a spark of heat and energy passes through my fingers. With another pleasurable groan, he leans into my swelling breasts. I persuasively begin to stoke his cock, feeling it grow and thicken in my grasp. I whisper between the nibbling at his shoulder, "Make love to me." He responds, cupping his hand over mine, "Chance ..." I apply rough pressure onto his cock, my fingers curling around it, the tips digging into the soft, heavy sac underneath. Again, he whispers, "Chance ..." and eases my needful manipulation. He slinks away though I struggle to keep the closeness. Finally I relent, and he lays upon his back, twisting his neck to kiss my forehead: "I have to work in the morning, baby." I raise from my side and straddle his hips, paying no mind to his comment; using the moment to pull the t-shirt I am wearing over my head. When my heaving breasts are freed, I close my eyes and start to ride him chastely. My hand strokes his member with a revived sense of urgency. My knuckles graze my sex that is already hot and slick with wanton desire. His hands cup my bosom, pinch the nipples that harden at the touch. I drag the head of his cock to my awakened, budding sex. I am tight but willing---waiting for him to force himself entirely within me. He prolongs his thrust, only making me want him more. Finally, I feel him enter, filling my emptiness and sending shivers along my spine. He sits up, wrapping his arms around my back and positioning his hands over my shoulders. I note that his hands feel unfamiliar; rough, large, and skilled. They find focus and push me violently down into his hips. His mouth is electric, hot on my neck. It also feels different, fuller. My eyes remain closed but I sense that my husband is not my husband, The thought peaks my lust for the unknown and I grind against him fiercely; I am on the verge. My body tingles with lascivious desire, heightened further when a masculine voice whispers into my ear, capturing the lobe between biting teeth, "Tonight." When I open my eyes, my husband's hands are on my hips, lifting me off his lap, "I'm serious, Chance, I have to sleep." Crawling off his lap, I sit cross-legged on the bed and watch him silently while he turns his back to me. I extend my hand to touch him but he shrugs it off. Upset, I get off the bed in a huff and cross the floor to the dresser. Kneeling, I open the last drawer and I find the vibrator I'd been hiding underneath my lingerie and disappear into the bathroom. I sit on the edge of the tub, waiting for the bath water to heat up, and begin to fondle a breast. My hand is wet from testing the tepid water, and I use the dampness to pert my nipple, rolling it between my fingers. I step into the tub and lower myself into it. The shock of the cold porcelain against my back and the warm water enveloping my legs and abdomen send a ripple of pleasure though me. My sex throbs. Alone, I fuck myself, working the vibrator quickly in and out of my aching sex and over my clit. I moan and swear loudly, unafraid of my husband hearing. I imagine being watched by the mysterious man whose voice haunts my dreams. Chance Encounters Ch. 01 THIS STORY WAS CO-AUTHORED BY rva98. I WOULD LIKE TO THANK HIM FOR HIS CONTRIBUTION. The first day of class in a new semester has a certain energy to it - the newness, the weather, the anticipation and excitement that forms the backdrop of what will come. Strangers in the main, brought together for a common experience yet to be developed. I have been through this many times, but each time it feels like the first. The class, about 20 in all, spreads out in their seats. I chuckle at the glances that go about the room, the first notices. Students of course come in all descriptions, and this class is no different. I can always count on some grunges and some sloppies, some attentives and some chatties. And so it goes with this class, normal. I breathe in, and smile. This is my milieu, to teach. I want to grab the class' attention right away, and to use imagery and my words to draw them in. It is crucial to have a certain eagerness, buy-in, right up front. So I march through my spiel, describing the course and its objectives, the materials and expectations, how the course will progress and be tested and graded. This is so routine to me that I can recite it on demand, and never miss an element. So as I lecture, I subconsciously but naturally size up the class, scan them with my eyes, comfortably. Up front there are the eager beavers, furiously noting what I say as if their lives depended on it. In the rear are the malingerers as usual, looking a bit uninterested and fingering their cell phones. In between these predictable groups are the "regular" students, who fit into their own subsets, again, as usual. The guys with jeans and running shoes, some girls in their own jeans or shorts mildly paying attention and seeming somewhat interested. However, looking out among them, I spot a young student more or less in the middle of the mass, sitting a bit towards the rear. Now as a professor I have had some stunners in my classes, the pin up model types, who for lack of a better word are sultry. I mostly don't pay too much attention, one class being so much like the other. As I speak I find my eye coming back to this particular focus point, not really on purpose but naturally. This particular student is looking at me with a different attention, and honestly I am at her as well. She has a shy and reserved look to her, extremely cute in her glasses and white blouse and navy skirt - a skirt, in this day and time! And as I walk about giving my routine I look back at her and notice again. She fills out her blouse fully, sensuously. I notice that first. In my next pass across the front of the room I see her legs more clearly, and there is a sensation - her smooth legs extended with ankles crossed present a different picture than anyone else in the room. With each pass, I gaze upon her briefly, but each gaze becomes a little longer, and I become aware that I am doing so. As I drone on and speak yet more, I find that, much like a photographer searching for the subject, she continues to be in my focus. Really for the first time, I look directly at her, and I see her eyes locked onto mine. In all honesty, it gives me a start. I smile slightly, and I see her smile slightly in respond and shift in her seat, just a subtle movement. I take a moment and spend a few more moments, not really intending to, but accepting her visage and drinking it in. As I dismiss the class, I lean on the edge of the bench at the front and watch the assemblage gather and move to the exits, and find myself watching one in particular, this alluring young student who identified herself as Kitty, move out. As she approaches the door, she looks back at me. Our eyes connect, and both of us smile. I admire her shape, so full and curved in just that right way. I feel a stir. My loins swell unexpectedly, the blood rushing lower to my organ. And I sense a rising in my trousers, starting at the head of my sex. I breathe in and exhale. This will be an interesting semester, I think *** Another semester has started as usual. First day of classes...for me it's both exciting and nerve wracking. I'm not a people person exactly so meeting new students and initiating a conversation is always difficult for me. Then again I've been told that the way I carry myself exudes frigidity which might be why people don't want to interact with me. I can't change myself much so I'll try as usual. After checking my timetable for a second time I decide to head to the lecture hall a little earlier. I like being in there by myself. The chill in the air and the quiet helps me relax before class and gather my thoughts. Stepping out of the library I stand for a few seconds and allow the sun to warm my chilled skin...they always have the AC on too high at the library. As I make my way past the crowds from the library to the main science building I can smell the freshly mowed grass and pine trees because of the slight breeze...hear the usual chatter of the many students walking to their own destinations. I also catch a few glimpses and stares. Well, I am wearing a pretty short skirt today with no stockings and a white blouse which I didn't exactly button up properly like a good girl since my black lace bra is showing. I know I'm blushing and smiling to myself...I also know that my black and white thong feels a little wet and is clinging to my nether lips. It's interesting how the slightest stare can have this effect on me...something I discovered last year and have been working on since. I like being noticed...I like showing off my femininity and curves which I have worked so hard to maintain. After picking my seat, which will be my usual spot for the rest of the year, I settle in - opening up my laptop and getting things in order. Suddenly I look up, the gooseflesh on my arms and legs dragging my attention away from the laptop screen to scan the room since I feel a draft. My nipples are hardened and pressed against the fabric of my bra. I rub my arms, trying to get a little warmer, as the other students started to file in. A few minutes later he came in. Tall and poised with an air of confidence about him he walked into the lecture hall with a smile on his face and settled into the center of the room, leaning back against one of the two lab benches that were at the front. I could stare all day at his electrifying smile and that glint in his greyish, blue eyes. He looks quite young but his slightly greying honey blonde hair must mean he is somewhere in his 40s. Lean and well-built with strong arms and shoulders, well defined chest that was clearly visible through his plain white shirt and the way he filled his black dress pants... And let's stop right there is what my brain is screaming. I need to listen to it. My scholarship depends on my grades so focus Kitty. It's impossible though...his deep, silky voice is making my imagination run wild...and the way he has been looking at me for the past couple minutes is so hard not to notice. It makes me shiver slightly as his eyes linger over my body...slowly scanning from top to bottom...good thing I wore this skirt today! He smiles at me, making the muscles low in my tummy clench deliciously. I'm already squirming since my thong is now soaked in my own wetness...unable to shy away from the day dreaming. Where the last fifty minutes went I have no idea but I know what I will be doing as I head back to my dorm room and before walking out the door I steal one last glance at him...returning his smile and wondering if he is thinking of the same things I am. *** After the class is gone, I gather my papers and slough off to my office. It is as expected cramped and stuffed, yet comfortable and secure. Bookcases line the walls crammed with every treatise or collection of papers relevant to my craft, with the only creature comfort being, really, a window overlooking the common square with its criss-crossing of walkways and greenery, with the odd structure or statue representing something or someone apparently important at some time, or so one assumes. This girl who caused the stir, which though subsided is still present, is espied walking along one path. It is unmistakably her. As she walks, with her bag and books, I watch her. And the reaction returns, a quickening of the heartbeat and the fullness returning. As this is the first day, there are no appointments or meetings. I watch, knowing that I am very alone in my office and will be. She stops, not speaking to anyone but fidgeting with her load. I look down upon her, and feeling the heat of the moment, I decide: I unbuckle my belt and draw my zipper down. Opening my pants, I withdraw what is now a full and swollen erection from my boxers and, making a fist, I begin to stroke my cock looking upon this woman. "Kitty" I say, repeating her name as identified, mentally imaging her in my brain. Up and down I stroke, feeling no remorse, the first dryness replaced by the fist slickness. She leans over, pushing her ass higher and exposing more of her legs. I lean back in my leather chair, close my eyes with her in mind, and quicken the pace. I note that my cock is harder than usual in such escapades. I close my eyes and move quickly with my hand up and down, up and down. And with this young girl's mental picture beneath my eyelids, and with admittedly a gasp, I feel the surge rising from my balls and do not resist, allowing the cum to erupt up all over my hand. My eyes still closed, I continue to stroke, with her the subject. I open my eyes. Reaching for something to absorb my excretions, my only thought is, "Who is she?" *** I unlock the door to my room and leave my bag on the office chair in front of the desk. Pulling out my laptop I quickly open up the camera and take a few pictures...opening up my blouse slightly more and revealing the black lace bra and ample cleavage. Then bending over and hiking up my skirt to show off the black and white thong. I never thought of myself as very attractive but the months of eating healthy and working out had definitely helped to maintain my hourglass figure. Looking into the mirror as I stand there wearing nothing but a black lace bra and thong I stare at my reflection. At 5'4" I am at average height and quite curvy, which I enjoy. Long, wavy, dark brown hair, that falls past the shoulder blades, frames my oval shaped face. Big, dark brown eyes and a small, full lipped mouth completes the look which has often been described as a cute, baby face. Following down to the swell of my 32D breasts, which grab a lot of attention, I notice the stark contrast of the pale, milky skin against the black lace. Pulling the fabric down with one finger I stroke the small pinkish brown nipple surrounded by a medium sized areola...feeling it harden against the cool air. My eyes lower and follow the line from my waist leading to the curvy hips and shapely legs, observing how the sides of the thong cling to my skin and dig in slightly. I could probably lose a few more pounds but I can see in the reflection how far I have come from the days when my eyes would only steal glances at my own self...ashamed to see what I was...hating how I looked. The fading screen of the computer brought me back from the depths of the maze where I often found myself. Pulling the laptop onto my lap I settle down on the bed to feed my daily addiction. I log on to Literotica and quickly upload the edited images along with a short note about the first day of classes and all the stares I received courtesy of the outfit. As the comments and messages flood in I go back to the moment in my day which I enjoyed most - having Dr. Stephen's attention. A familiar reaction begins as images and fantasies run through my run...making me bite my lip as my hand slides into the front of my panties...middle finger trailing along the center of my slightly parted, puffy outer lips. I set my laptop aside and think of his finger sliding up and down my hot, moist core while his lips softly kiss mine...his tongue probing and licking the lower lip that I love to bite down on. His other arm around my neck...squeezing the soft flesh of my breasts...rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger as I breathe in his scent - maybe of his favorite cologne or just his own natural scent. I imagine two fingers parting my lips gently to caress the dark pink, wet inner lips...barely brushing against my swollen clit as my hips lift to meet his fingers. Spreading the moisture all over the velvety skin before a finger slides inside...feeling the walls clenching and tightening around it as he presses and teases the soft, wet folds while his thumb now lazily circles around the swollen nub begging to be played with. His mouth claiming mine as I moan and whimper, clutching at his shirt with one hand and the sheets with the other...his fingers and thumb increasing their pace as I tremble and shake beside him. First his lips then teeth grazing along my neck as my hips grind into his hand...getting closer and closer to the edge because of his expert ministrations. And as he bites down on my neck...leaving a mark I tumble over...legs shaking uncontrollably and hips lifting off the bed as I clench and pulsate around his long, thick finger inside me. As I come out of the daze of that incredible orgasm I realize that half an hour has passed and it's dark outside already. Sitting up in bed I grab a few tissues from the nightstand and clean up the mess I made...giggling to myself. I pad across the hallway to the bathroom and strip naked, leaving my thong and bra in the hamper to be washed later. I put on a sports bra and tank top and head to my room to find a new, comfortable pair of panties and shorts before taking my laptop and heading to the living room for my daily workout...with the lingering thoughts of the professor's fingers playing away at my subconscious mind. *** I finish up the usual, boring tasks of the office. Forms to fill in, records about the class. Filing my syllabus with Dean Bill. Tedious but necessary I know. It takes an hour and a half but finally I am ready to go home. Once there, I root around for something to eat, and settle on something boring and light, and settle into my big chair before my laptop. I check my emails, nothing new, and then click over to my daily addiction, Literorica. That site has been a favorite of mine for quite a while. The fantasy of it all is quite titillating, and from time to time I have found certain chat relationships that, aside from their virtual nature, have been very satisfying. I have my favorites on the AmPics page, and in other threads, where I can get lost dreaming for hours, enjoying the naughtiness of it all and, ultimately, finding my own pleasure. Tonight I go immediately to AmPics, and see what all of my favorites are doing and saying, with a smile affixed upon my face. However, on this particular later afternoon I look at one thread there I haven't paid much attention to, the poster being Cute3Kitty. I go up and down the thread, and while most all of the pictures are deleted I find a few. And these are quite exciting, a soft young girl, buxom, with more than plenty of playfulness and personality. Paying more attention to her, I read and laugh out loud at her sweetness and innocent yet naughty nature ... and the next thing I know two hours have gone by and I am fixated. It's always a bit awkward when a new person of interest in AmPics grabs me. I know I want to reach out, but how? I click on the private message link for Kitty - "Hi Kitty, this is Ian. I just want to say that I love your posts and your pics. And yes, you lying on the bed in your avatar is awfully inspiring! I can easily imagine being behind you, and filling you up with my inspired manhood. If you'd like to chat, drop me a line. I have a feeling that we'd get along quite well, if you understand my meaning ...." Send 5 minutes later, I see that there is a response. She says, "I'm very interested. See if this is good! ;)" The PM has a picture from her chest down, and she is sex personified. I respond, and we start to chat back and forth with the thoughts of more images to come on my mind. Chance Encounters Ch. 02 "You did that to him, Chance? You evil minx." Her voice trills like a delicate bird. I twist the phone cord around a finger and pipe in, glumly, "What's worse, when I got out of the tub he was sound asleep. And to top that, it looked like he'd jacked himself off." I work my thumb over my lips, listening to her breath for a while before speaking again. "I don't know why, Jen, but we just haven't been intimate lately." I unconsciously caress of a nipple beneath my bra. "And," I pause. A piqued curiosity on the other end: "And?" "I've been having these dreams..." Her laughter fills my ears, causing me to smile. Jen is Hollywood gorgeous with ample hips, ample breasts, long red hair the color of the sky on fire at sunset, and lips always a sultry crimson, ripe for tasting...To sum up, she is completely fuckable. I close my eyes and see myself between her lush thighs. I can even taste her sweet saltiness. My loins ache and my hand has writhed its way into my panties; my fingers are lubricated by the fantasy. The moisture makes me flush; it is common for me to appreciate a woman's beauty but uncommon for me to desire one's body. Jen's voice comes to me from far away, tinny: "Earth to Chance..." My words are as distant when I manage to find my voice, "Sorry, Jen. I was just thinking." "Evidently. Anyhow, what you need is a girls night out. Meet me at Roxy's at ten." A finger eases inside my giving sex then between my lips. The smokiness of my arousal fills my mouth and I am again awash in an orgasm. The phone is cradled between my ear and shoulder and I can faintly hear, "If you would like to make a call..." Its now seven and I've long grown tired of waiting for my husbands homecoming. Bra and panties, having been discarded for another round of self-fulfillment, remain on the floor--passed over for a hot shower. The shower head, artfully placed between my thighs, only increases my wanton appetite. As I climax, the word is in my head again: "Tonight." I find myself repeating the whisper and catching it between my teeth and bottom lip. It takes me near an hour to pick out the right outfit. But the labor proves worthwhile when I hear Jen's wolfish whistle. I take a brief glance down my body: tall black heels, flirty skirt falling a few inches above my knee, low-cut button down blouse. "Damn woman, if you weren't married, and if I were a male ..." She winks and draws me into the darkened folds of the club already ripe with the smell of sweat, booze and desire. Four drinks and two skillfully rejected men later, I am feeling light-headed. Jen is laughing at me, calling me a light-weight given my alcohol intolerance. Old school rock pours from the sound system. I hear the first beats of a familiar song and I grab Jen's hand, coaxing her onto the dance floor. That is when I notice him. He lifts his drink to me in a toast but my attention is jerked away when Jen takes hold of my wrist and compels me into her. She leans in close. The mixture of her perfume and sweet cocktail on her breath is entoxicating. "We could really make the men jealous, yeah?" she near yells. Despite the statement, the distance between our bodies slowly grows; I long for her. Somebody creeps behind me, moving in sync with my drunken sway. At one ear, a whisper--masculine and forceful--tickles my lobe: "Touch her." I crane my head but there is no one there. "Feel her." A large, cold hand is upon my shoulder, grazing down to my wrist. Suddenly, this uncraven, mysterious man is standing behind Jen, his mouth at her ear and crystalline blue eyes focused on mine. His hands fondle her breasts, slide down her abdomen, cover her mound. Quick as a blink he is gone. Two words echo in my ear: "Fuck her." Jen sensually dances into my body, wrapping one arm around my neck and the other around my waist like she is in a trance. I welcome it. Our bodies work as one, grinding what we can of our sexes together on the dance floor. My hands explore her breasts, massage the sides of them, and our lips touch, causing my stomach to lurch anticipatorily. When the song ends, however, Jen opens her eyes and deftly moves away from me. Her cheeks are reddened either by desire or embarrassment. I can't tell. Following Jen to the bar, I boldly caress her ass and she leans into it. She turns with two drinks in tote and says over the crunch of bass, smiling fairly timidly: "Interesting night." Out of the corner of my eye, I spy blue-eyes lingering near the hall to the bathrooms. I reply distractedly, "Yes ... I'll be right back. Restroom." I leave her standing there, confused and flustered. Both of us drenched in curiosity for the unknown. He makes no attempt to approach me; instead, he waits with arms crossed and a rogue grin playing on his pale lips. Before I can lean into him and say anything, he swiftly pins me against a wall. Lips but inches from mine, he says, "I was wondering when you would come to me." I don't think I flinch. "Who are you?" A thick hand snakes under my skirt, parting my legs. Cool, wide fingers pull my panties to one side and plunge deep into my sex. "Does that matter?" he growls. I can only shake my head. Cold lips explore my neck while unnamed fingers ravage me, undulate viciously within my starving sex. Meaty fingers brutally squeezes a breast and pinches the nipple to the point of pain. My body convulses and I can feel the warm juice, created by my mania, trickle over the man's fingers and down my thighs. But then I am alone. It is possible I always had been. Jen is standing in the hallway entrance, watching me lean against a wall covered with old flyers, eyes half-lidded and my mouth parted. "What the hell, girl? Maybe its time I take you home." I approach her with what I considered cat-like grace, but what was more like a drunken swagger and seize her bottom lip in my teeth. She stiffens but does not shy away, nodding silently when I ask to go to her place. Chance Encounters Ch. 02 Hi everyone! I know you all have waited for this one a little bit. Sorry things got a little busy on my end. Hope you enjoy this chapter! The story is no longer from two perspectives since the other person writing with me has not been in contact. I would like to thank Dogwatch, Bluespark, Lustful_Intentions and satisfy for helping me edit the story. - Kitty ******* The semester dragged on as usual with assignments, tests and midterms taking up most of my time. While I didn't have much time to focus on my usual hobbies of reading or painting or the occasional movie at the theatre, I did make sure to keep myself occupied on Lit. I loved taking photos in the everyday clothes I had and the attention I would receive from them. I did read most of the messages I got but my conversations with Ian were usually the ones I would look forward to. He wasn't like the usual guys who just wanted a quick fix to fuel their masturbation fantasies. He wanted to know about me and he knew how to have a real conversation. To some extent he reminded me of Dr. Stephens. Often I would imagine it being him I was talking to. The idea that he knew his innocent little student was posting such suggestive photos of herself on an erotic forum was more than enough to fuel the naughty fantasies that left me breathless almost every night. The thought of being bent over on his desk in front of him while he spanked me for being such a bad girl was enough to drive me over the edge numerous times. I had to finally give up wearing skirts and cute blouses for thick sweaters and warm leggings as the weather got colder. I was searching through my closet one day and found a really cute sweater dress that I had not worn in a while. As I tried it on in front of the mirror I was proud to see how well it fit me now, hugging curves in all the right places. A sly grin crept up on my face as I once again pulled out my laptop and took some photos to put up on my thread. I uploaded the photos with a quick comment and a few minutes later I noticed a message from Ian. I bit my lower lip as I felt a warmth spreading out from the core of my body...I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I read the message: "Hey princess, Hope your day went well! That sweater dress looks so wonderful on you. The way it shows off the flare of your hips and barely covers your sweet little ass is just irresistible. I wish I was standing behind you in that last photo...slowly pulling that pink thong lower and lower to reveal the wonderful treasure it hides. If only I could trace that treasure with the tip of my fingers, my tongue... I'm going to be thinking about you tonight princess and all the things I want to do to you. Hope you have a great night" I felt a shiver run down my spine as I imagined what that would feel like. I closed my eyes and let the images run through my head. I could almost feel his hot breath on the soft skin of my ass as he caressed it slowly, the feeling of his skin against mine making me whimper. His hands reaching up under the sweater to pull on the waistband of the thong...tugging at the fabric to slip it down my legs and off my body. His breath now tickling the most sensitive spot on my body. I could feel his fingers lightly tracing the soft outer lips...taking his time...teasing me and making me want more as I thrust my hips back. I turn my head around to whisper something incoherent...and that was when I saw Dr. Stephen's blue eyes staring right back at me...his lips curved in a smirk. I was startled as my brain processed that image. Why did Ian's messages always remind me of Dr. Stephens? As I lay on my bed thinking about this fantasy I noticed that my room was now covered in a blanket of darkness and I had spent the last half an hour with my hand down my panties. Sighing I got up from my bed and rebooted my laptop as I still had not replied to Ian's message. Ignoring the five other emails I had received I typed up a quick response to Ian's message: "Hehe thank you Ian. ;) I haven't worn this sweater in a long time but I think tomorrow is a nice day to bring it out of hiding. I wonder what effect it will have on my professor as I walk into the classroom Speaking of effects, your little fantasy has had quite an effect on me. I wish we could act it out! Good night!" Writing the message I wondered when I would actually have the chance to feel a man's hands on my body. At 21 years of age I had no experience whatsoever with a man. Heck, I'd never been kissed! Grumbling to myself I grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. * * * I got ready for school and felt pretty excited as I put on my sweater dress and grey leggings underneath. I wore a light blue lace bra and green hipster panties with a lace trim on the waistband. Since I had been able to get up extra early I decided to put on some makeup up for a change. A little bit of rouge, mascara and pink lip gloss - all set to go! I decided to wear black ankle boots that day and with every click of them on the floor I could feel the gazes following me. I still had a hard time interacting with a guy so I could never flirt, but saw nothing wrong with being a tease. I enjoyed it a lot. It made me wonder just what these guys were thinking. Maybe grabbing me by the wrist, pushing me against the wall and roughly pulling down my leggings and panties to get to the prize hidden behind them. It felt good to be noticed and as much I would have enjoyed being pulled into a side hallway and taken against the wall, I continued walking to my lecture hall like a good girl, ignoring every stare. I liked being early and while these fantasies kept me sane, I had other priorities that were taking precedence. . I sat down in my usual spot in class as the images from last night came flooding back to my mind. I could feel a familiar wetness pooling between my legs as I thought about Dr. Stephens and his finger, his tongue. I gathered my belongings and moved to a closer spot. I felt his gaze all semester but today I wanted him to notice me. I wanted him to see what so many men on Lit saw. So I settled down and waited for him. As the lecture hall filled with students I could feel myself getting more and more nervous- fidgeting in my seat and playing with my hair - until finally the nerves settled in an instant as I saw him walk in. The same confident smile and electrifying eyes. He looked gorgeous with the dress shirt tucked into his jeans and the sleeves rolled up. He busied himself with setting up the powerpoint for the few minutes before class while scanning the crowd...and then something happened. I had heard of the "look of lust" in the many stories that I read on Lit but so far I had not had a chance to experience it. But the moment Dr. Stephen's eyes settled on me something happened. He stared for a good minute, scanning my seated form from top to bottom, almost as if he were confirming something and then his eyes darkened just as they locked with mine. I was paralyzed, my heart racing as I literally melted underneath his heated gaze. I could feel my own desires surfacing as liquid heat trickled down my inner thigh. It was as if within that one moment something had changed between us. Regaining his own composure Dr. Stephens finally started the lecture but I could not stop squirming through the entire 50 minutes. Once class ended I packed up all my things and got up to leave. I could see in the periphery of my vision that Dr. Stephens was getting ready to leave as well. As I passed him on the way out I avoided any eye contact with him since I knew the effect it would have on me to just look at him but I was surprised when a firm hand gripped my wrist. I turned around to see Dr. Stephen smiling at me. The lust in his eyes had somewhat dissipated and he seemed more like his usual self. "Yes Dr. Stephens?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest as the feel of his hand on my wrist brought back images from the previous night. "I was wondering if you had time today Ms. Kitty to come see me in my office. I have a proposal to discuss with you.", he replied, smiling politely. Puzzled by the sudden request I asked," What kind of a proposal is it Dr. Stephens? We don't have any projects in this course and I am already working on a thesis as well as my own projects with my work supervisor." "This is something I am looking to explore on a more personal level. An experiment of sorts and I think you would make for the perfect candidate to work with me on this project. I will give you more details if you can come to my office today.", he replied. I was thoroughly curious now. What project is this? It sounded interesting and I was happy that he thought I would be someone who could work with him on this project. I had read his papers and was intrigued by his work immensely. "I am honored that you would like to work with me professor. I am very interested in your work and the chance to do a project with you is definitely a great opportunity that I look forward to. What time would you like me to come see you?" I asked. "How about 6pm in my office? I think we will both enjoy this experience a lot Ms. Kitty." he replied, with a smirk. I blushed and let him know I would see him at 6pm sharp. Heading out of the building I smiled to myself thinking about what this project was. I headed to the library to finish some work while pondering the idea of being able to work alongside Dr. Stephens. * * * At 5:50pm I went to the bathroom quickly to fix my hair and apply a little bit more lip gloss before heading to Dr. Stephen's office. It was chillier now and the cold air was making my eyes watery as I headed to the science building. Each step that brought me closer made me all the more nervous about this meeting. I didn't really know what to expect and the butterflies floating around in my tummy made me want to cancel this meeting and go home. But I did not want to pass up this opportunity of working with such a brilliant mind. It would be a wonderful addition to my resume. I knocked on his office door and was greeted with a warm smile. "Come on in Ms. Kitty. I have been expecting you.", he said as he held the door open. He had changed shirts as he was now wearing a dark red sweater with the sleeves pulled up over the blue jeans and running shoes. I smiled and walked into his office, noticing the cramped space and his coat hanging on the chair behind the desk. The desk...looking at it made me blush as I remembered being bent over and spanked right here. It smelled like books and cologne in here...had he showered recently? His hair had looked dry though...my thoughts were interrupted by his voice close to my ear, "Please have a seat." I jumped slightly as he whispered. That was strange. Shaking the thoughts away I sat down on the left chair. I took my scarf and coat off to place it on the back rest of the chair and sat comfortably. Dr. Stephens was standing with his back turned to me, looking out the window. I decided to break the silence and asked, "So what is this project that you are working on Dr. Stephens? I am very excited to know more about it." He turned around and just smiled at me...the smile that made me shiver and tingle in all the right places. "Oh we'll get to that in due time my dear. Let's talk about you first.", he replied. I could feel a little bit of panic as I wondered what his words meant. "Is this an interview for a position?" "You could say so. I need to everything about you before we start working on this...project. How about we start with something simple. Your sweater, for example. I really like what you are wearing today. It shows that you put some effort into dressing in the morning. Where did you get this sweater from?" "I don't understand what this has to do with the project Dr.", I replied, completely confused. Why was he acting so strangely and asking about my sweater? My palms were getting sweaty and I was starting to bite my lip, not completely sure of where this "interview" was going. "Just answer the question Ms. Kitty. This is a different kind of interview and you will know soon why I am asking these questions.", he replied in almost a low growl. The tone of his voice made me tremble visibly...but I liked it. I knew I had submissive tendencies for a long time but I had never really explored them, being so inexperienced in terms of men. I nodded and started talking about how this sweater was pretty old and I had recently lost weight so I started wearing it again since it looked nice on me. "So you would say this is not exactly a very commonly sold item right now then?", he asked. "I suppose not Dr. It is a fairly old style." As I said that his grin widened and he walked over to his laptop and started typing something. Once he had opened it up he turned the screen towards me and I felt my stomach literally drop to the floor. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I turned pale and started to shake. I could not look up to meet his eyes but I knew he was walking over towards my side of the table. He hopped up on the table beside me and said, "You see Ms. Kitty I am very curious now. I was browsing through a website yesterday and came across some photos of a beautiful young woman who seems to be wearing the same sweater as you. Would you care to explain that?", he asked. Right in front of my eyes was a picture of me bent over...the front of the sweater pulled down to reveal pale flesh and just a hint of a hardened brownish pink nipple. I was horrified. I could not look up and certainly did not know what to say. A thousand things were going through my mind and I could feel my heart throbbing in my ears. I wanted to get up and run away but knew that that would just prove his suspicions. "I..umm..I think..", was all I could manage. My mind was racing to find some sort of an explanation. This could be bad...very bad. If the school found out, my parents found out...oh god. I am going to be in deep trouble. But then I thought...my face isn't in this photo. He doesn't know that is me. He can't tell or prove that I am the one in this photo. I took in a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye. "I don't really know why you are showing me this Dr. Stephens. I don't know who this woman is and I am sure that I am not the only one who owns a sweater like this. Now if you will excuse me I have better things to do than be harassed by you in your office. You should be happy that I won't be reporting this incident.", I replied firmly. My heart was thudding in my chest and I knew I was shaking because I if I did not have my teeth in control they would be chattering all over the place. I quickly got up and gathered my coat and walked to his door. Just as I was about to open it to leave I felt a hand grab my wrist and roughly turn me around. "Bad girls who don't know how to talk to their professor get punished my dear", he whispered into my ear, as my hands were held behind my back. His voice in my ear, his warm breath almost made me lose my mind right there. He nibbled on my ear softly as his other hand trailed up along my hip, tracing the outside of my breast before cupping it. For a moment I was completely lost...I could feel my panties getting soaked as this was the first time someone had touched me in this way. My mouth was parted slightly as I was breathing harder, feeling his lips trail down my neck, pulling the neck of my sweater down to trail his tongue along my collarbone. It felt so good to feel his warm breath, his warm wet tongue trailing along my skin. His teeth sinking into my flesh. My eyes were closed as my knees became a little weak...my hands resisting against his...wanting to touch him too. I almost missed his hand reaching underneath my sweater...too distracted by his mouth inching lower down. But the moment his warm hand touched bare skin underneath the sweater I was jolted out of the trance. I pushed him back with a cry and straightened myself up. Panting slightly I nearly shouted, "What the fuck are you doing?!? I am not the kind of girl you can just play around with like this! Why are you-" I was cut off mid-sentence as I saw his laptop screen. While I had been screaming he had opened up another picture that I had posted late last night. It was a photo of my face. I had forgot to take it down last night...fuck. I was screwed now. I bit my lip as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Please...please Dr. Stephens. I am so sorry. I won't do this ever again. I don't know why I post these photos but I will stop I promise. Please don't report me to the university. Please I beg of you." He just kept looking at me as I felt the tears trickle down my cheeks. I was so upset by this whole situation but I could not figure out what he wanted. Then I saw his eyes softening as he walked toward me. "Sit down Ms. Kitty. I won't be reporting you to anyone. From the start I just want to discuss a proposal with you.", he whispered softly. Once again he sat down on the table in front of me. His fingers trailed along my cheek, pausing under my chin as he tilted it up. "I liked you right from the start of the semester. I see the passion you have for your career. I like young women like you...smart, able to hold their own...ready to explore." He was looking straight into my eyes and I could feel the heat creeping back into my cheeks as he lowered his face and kissed me. A sweet, gentle kiss...his lips meeting mine for a soft kiss. I felt his tongue licking my lower lip as I lifted my hand up and slid it into his hair. He didn't force me. Instead he let me set the pace as I let my lips explore his. After almost a lifetime he broke the kiss, his thumb caressing my cheek as he whispered into my ear, "I know what you want baby. I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in the way your body behaves as soon as I walk in the door. And I can almost smell it right now. The pure need that is soaking through your panties." His hand reached under my sweater and rubbed just the right spot on my leggings, feeling the wetness seep through...making me clench and whimper softly. "You have two days Ms. Kitty. If you would like to go on this journey with me I will expect you in my office at 6PM on Thursday. If you do not come I will forget this whole incident and we can go our separate ways. It is up to you.", he said, as he walked to the door and held it open for me. I gathered up my things and left his office, still in a trance and wondering what had happened. The only question in my mind was: What should I do?