Drinks with my old professor. [M&F] | 2016

One of my regrets on leaving college was that I was no longer around friends and professors that I'd found attractive and fantasized about while I was in school. I stayed on with my school roommates for about a year to continue my job at the time (DJing) and then moved back in with my folks for about five months an hour away before applying for my current job in the same city as my alma mater. My job now pays significantly more than I'd been accustomed to at the time, so I got my own apartment and for the first time was able to enjoy living alone. After getting settled, I started re-making some of the connections I'd lost when I graduated.

One of the first people to ask me if I wanted to get together and catch up was one of my college professors, David. We'd had a friendship outside the classroom because we often bumped into each other in the weight room at the campus gym, and I was (god, I feel so silly saying this) a rising star in the English department. In my last semester, he helped me draft a paper I had planned to use as my writing sample for grad school and we'd been very friendly and almost flirty, or so I thought. It was hard to tell; David's so good-looking, like a fit freckled Neil Patrick Harris, that it could have easily been wishful thinking.

David and I had drinks on a Friday night at a small craft beer bar near campus. By the end of our second drink, it was very clear that David was flirting with me; he'd bought my drinks, complimented how "healthy" I looked with a very deliberate gaze at all my "healthy" bits, and we'd exchanged a few innocuous touches. We started late and only had time for two or three beers before the bar closed down. David said he had some beer back at his place that he'd got on a brewery tour earlier that summer and offered one to me if I'd like to hang out at his.

On arrival, he unlocked the door and held it open for me. I'm not sure exactly how he managed it--he's strong and I've always been a lightweight--but almost immediately after, my back was against the wall of his hallway and he was kissing me. I don't think I really understood how strong he was, or how powerless I was in the face of that strength, until he took my wrists in his hands and held them behind me in one hand while using the other to lift my skirt and gently rub my wet pussy through my panties. My knees began to buckle and I was just barely able to pull away enough to ask for his bedroom. Not that I have anything against fucking on the floor, but if our sex was taking the turn I thought it might, I was going to need something to hold onto.

David had a kind of unerring confidence in his movements and his choices that I hadn't really seen before in earlier (younger) partners. Where before I'd had to ask what my partners liked, sometimes in the face of resistance, David calmly told me that he wanted me to sit on the edge of the bed, to lift my ass as he pulled my panties off, to lie back as he knelt and buried his face in my cunt. He took his time with me, fingering my labia until I was lifting my hips off the bed to meet him and only then pushing a finger inside me. Jesus. I'm getting wet writing this. It was the best oral sex I'd had up until that point. After just a few thrusts of his finger, I was cumming all over his face. He stroked me gently through it and then pushed a second finger inside me, stroking me more firmly until I'd come again. He stroked me through it again, then redoubled his efforts, sucking on my clit until I was close again. I protested with a gasp when he suddenly slipped his fingers from me and stood, sucking on his fingers, and unbuttoned his jeans. I don't know where the condom came from, but he rolled it quickly onto his cock and stepped forward to rub my clit while he gave himself a few good strokes, positioned his hips, lined himself up and thrust into me. I came on his cock immediately, helplessly. He gathered me into his arms and just fucked me with slow, deep strokes that made me cry out, louder than I'd ever done before, and finally weep because it was just so fucking good.

After he came, he stroked my cheeks and asked if I wanted to stay. I felt like I needed to take some time and sort of come back to myself, so I made my excuses and went home. Fucking crazy night. He moved not long afterwards for a job at a university in Philly, but he still calls when he's back in town for holidays.