Student + Teacher (M+F) | 2016

Sorry if it's kind of long.

There were a lot of notable moments before we crashed together like waves in a storming sea. The college English class I taught was filled with those that cared and those that didn’t, but there was enough of a healthy ratio of young, college girls to make the 8 AM mornings a bit more bearable.

Anna was far and away my best student. And I’m not just saying that because of how we ended up. She was genuinely interested in the material, brought compelling discussions to the table in group conversations, and very much picked up the slack that the other student’s gave up.

As things naturally progressed in typical student and teacher relationships, she found herself being the last person to leave class as I packed up, as well as taking up my weekly office hours.

Anna would even bring me coffee before class started and I quickly found myself looking forward to the brief moments of finger touching that came when I took my cup out of her hand. I wouldn’t say I immediately found her sexy, but she was definitely incredibly beautiful. She was petite, blonde, with piercing green eyes, and soft, pale lips. Her cheeks blushed whenever conversations got R-rated in class, and she generally kept her hair pulled back neatly in a bun. There was also definitely a level of fanciness to her style, she she wore button down shirts, that certainly hugged what seemed to be decently sized breasts, as well as slacks or tight jeans.

If she ever took a page out of her classmates’ style guides and wore leggings to class, they were covered by a modest skirt. I’m not sure if she was inhibited or just innocent, but the subject of leggings was actually the first thing that came up that indicated there was something brewing between us.

"It must be nice," she said softly one afternoon in my office, padding around and looking at anything but my eyes, "having so many girls coming to class in just leggings. There are a lot of great asses in the front row." She ended up facing away from me glancing up at the clock.

"Seen one you’ve seen them all, I guess," I tried to play it off as a joke. Anna immediately flashed those green eyes at me, as her lips curled in a smile.

"I’m sure there are some you find better than others." Her eyes quickly glanced down over her shoulder and, while I might have easily imagined it, she quickly moved her hips.

Imagination or not my eyes hungrily took in the curves of her athletic, denim covered ass. I wasn’t particularly sure why I hadn’t noticed it before. It might have been her demeanor, or maybe I just was incredibly horny that day, but needless to say my cock twitched in my slacks, and I was thankful for the fact I was sitting down.

"Anyway," she bit her lip, "I need to go and talk to some of my other professors," she turned to awkwardly wave before turning back around to leave, "Wouldn’t want you think I was giving you any special attention."

She certainly seemed more flirtatious that day, and commentary on her classmates’ fashions continued. The week before finals, she ended up in my office again, and things certainly escalated. Anna came in quickly and closed the door, seeming a bit skittish and nervous. Clad in a red dress shirt and black slacks, she toyed with the buttons of her shirt as she stepped closer to my desk.

"Can I show you something?" she asked softly. I nodded, as I usually did, and scooted back in my seat a bit. Anna had a tendency of coming around to my side of my office desk to show me a funny video or Snapchat on her phone. These moments alone were again, small things in my day I looked forward to. The smell of her lavender body wash, and the feeling of her soft breathes on my ear always made me feel a bit more content with things.

Instead of standing by me, she slid onto my desk, her legs closed and angled to the side. I shot her an inquisitive glance, but let her continue.

"When you had us read Catcher in the Rye…that really affected me," her small fingers went on to play with her top button, and as she continued, she pulled it open. Two more buttons would have to be undone before she was showing some significant skin, but I was definitely on eggshells waiting to see how this developed.

"It was a really important book when I was your age, protecting childhood innocence and all," I responded, scooting forward and absentmindedly placing my hands on either side of her.

"Protecting it…," she breathed, never taking her eyes off mine, "and letting it shatter," she shivered, pulling apart another button. The peaks over her collarbone immediately attracted my gaze, as small black lettering, a perfect contrast to her lily white skin, was etched out on her left side. I could only make out the word "if," the rest was covered by her shirt.

Her hands shook more as she started to wrestle with the next button.

"Fuck…I was less nervous getting it," she looked up dreamily into the ceiling as her cheeks flushed, "this is stupid, I’m sorry," she confessed, looking down at the side and dropping her hands in that direction as well. The landed precariously close to mine, as we gulped at the same time.

I shifted my hands lightly on top of hers, and I could feel her warmth. Standing, I removed them, my hands shaking as well.

"You got a tattoo?" I breathed, my hand cupping her chin and raising her head to face me.

"Yes sir," she cracked a smile, as her cheeks seemed to impossibly redden more.

"May I?" I bit my lip before licking them, as my hands, almost on autopilot, stretched towards her chest. My cock twitched in my jeans and I felt myself begin to harden in response to the utter tension in my office. Before she answered she shifted her position so I ended up between her legs. Electricity shot through my body as her knee oh so gently crossed over my crotch.

"You can do anything you want," she smiled warmly.

Tediously, my hands began to undo the button before I pulled her shirt further part. I felt the back of two of my fingers briefly skate across the swell of her breasts, still for the most part covered up by her shirt, as her fingers dug into my desk. I ended up letting one hand fall to her waist as I pulled her shirt a bit more open.

The pale skin of her pert breasts brought a smile to my face and a shot of lust to my crotch. They gently rose up and down, and I could almost feel her heart beat as I revealed her tattoo.

"If a body catch a body…" was permanently etched across her chest, and it was pure beauty.

She…was pure beauty, and everything that I ever wanted in that moment.

And in that moment, it was taking every bit of strength I had to not hungrily kiss Anna right there. But my job would be jeopardized, and such an illicit decision at the time seemed insurmountable. I didn’t want to wreck her innocence.

"It’s perfect," I said absentmindedly, as I broke contact and fell back into my seat.

She furrowed her brow and frowned; a response I was certainly used to because of the critical thinking I pushed her to achieve in many a class discussion. But I never thought I’d see that response coupled with cleavage and spread legs.

Anna didn’t fight though. For reasons I would learn a week or so later. She just quickly shook her head, buttoned up her shirt, mumbled a goodbye, and left the room.

I didn’t see Anna until the evening before our Friday, 8 AM final.

I had spent the entire day putting together the test (I know, I’m a procrastinator), and had absentmindedly said goodbye to everyone else in my department. Even the hallway outside my office was dim from inactivity.

I almost absentmindedly responded in the same way when I heard her voice tell me hello.

I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. She was the same fashionable, proper Anna, but in a way, definitely different.

She was definitely coming out of her shell.

A nice turquoise shirt gave way to the swell of her breasts, her tattoo clearly on display. After closing the door behind her, she smoothed out the material of a black skirt, coming down precariously to her mid thigh.

And for once, I saw her strong, taut legs in all their milky, creamy glory. No tights, no hose, not stockings. She nervously crawled onto my desk, her cleavage dipping down in a flash before she got herself together and perched on the edge facing me. Again, her knees were innocently pressed together, as her fingertips danced on their caps, but I couldn’t help but hungrily stare at the darkness that existed under her skirt.

"Anna, what are you doing?" I breathed out.

"You wanted to touch me more, didn’t you? Last week," her hands slid up the skin of her thighs and rested where her shirt met her skirt.

"I can’t…we can’t do anything like that Anna, it’s way to risky," I explained.

"Because you’re my professor? Or am I too young and innocent to you?"

Pain shot through my heart. She genuinely was having a self confidence crisis right in front of me.

Anne kept looking to the side and then back at me, biting her lip as I tried to articulate the cleanest response.

"Anna, I think you’re wonderful. You’re a great student,"

"I don’t care about being your student," she interrupted, as her eyes heatedly held my gaze. "You wanted to touch me more, didn’t you?" Anna returned to her initial question.

"I can’t…" I began to drift off as she spread her legs. Black panties came into view, contrasting perfectly with her thighs. Realizing she caught my attention, she closed her legs and stood up in front of me impossibly close.

"I can," she said softly as she shimmied out of her skirt. Biting her lip, she looked down at me as I hungrily stared at the growing wet spot forming on the face of her panties. She seemed to be completely shaven, and as she sat back on my desk her feet ended up on the armrests of my chair.

Anna began ever so slowly rubbing herself over the material of her panties, gently bucking her hips to meet her fingers. Soft breathes escaped her lips as she maintained eye contact.

Overcome with lust, I reached out to help her but she slapped my hand away.

"No," she said defiantly, "you had your chance and decided this couldn’t happen with a student." Biting her lip, her hand now slipped inside her panties, as she slid a fingertip up and down her lips. "I can’t touch you…fuck," she moaned as she picked up speed, "and you can’t touch me.

"But we can touch ourselves," I mumbled softly. growing more comfortable with the situation.

My hand naturally began sliding over the front of my tightening slacks, my cock pulsing underneath. The action attracted her gaze and she licked her lips. Spurred on, I unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks, pulling my thick, tan cock out. Precum leaked from the tip.

"Holy shit," she sighed, beginning to work a finger tightly into her walls. "You’re big."

I was average, but as Anna’s newly found confidence radiated, I began to put the pieces together. Her cheeks flushed, more turned on and less embarrassed, this time. As I gently ran my hand up and down my shaft I took everything about her in. I’m sure she did the same.

Her unseen nipples were eagerly piercing the material of her dress shit, as her arms began to drip with passionate sweat, moving and flexing feverishly as she seemed to spread her legs even more. One hand had pulled her panties aside while simultaneously stroking her pussy lips as the other ran circles on her clit. Her young hips bucked against her hands as her toes curled on the armrests of my chair.

"Fuck. Professor I’m so close," she whimpered. My hand picked up speed, matching her intensity. I used a thumb to press against my cockhead, smearing precum all over.

"Make yourself cum baby," I growled. Our eyes locked and time seemed to slow down as she began reaching her zenith. Her cheeks were flush, hair matted down, shagging over her green eyes. They shined, of course, as their pierced into my mind.

She didn’t need to see my cock to cum. She just needed to know I was watching.

She bit her lip. Hard. As she stifled as much of her rushing orgasm as she could. Eventually it overwhelmed her, and she dipped her head back, lips parting to let out the sexiest “Jesus Christ.”

Slowing her masturbation, she ran both hands over her face and through her hair, before smiling brightly at me. I grinned back as I picked up my own speed. Her eyes locked on my stroking, and as she gained her breath back she spoke.

"Stroke for me, professor. I need to see you burst," I moaned as she slithered forward, placing her hands on my chair and leaning over towards me. Our foreheads where inches apart, and I wanted nothing more than the crash against her lips with mine. "Cum for me, sir. Let me see you,"

I felt that familiar feeling, it was almost as if shock left my heart and directly pulsed into my cock. My balls stirred and I leaned back, knowing what was happening next.

Cum gushed out of my pulsing member and nearly drenched my black dress shirt. Blast after blast, shots became dribbles, and the last bit of my cum coated my hand, which post orgasm, ended up on top of hers. The thought of us sharing that touch earlier in the year from coffee flashed back in my mind, but the traditional innocence was laid to rest as she pulled away, raising her semen coated hand to her mouth, and licked it clean.

"You got your shirt all dirty," she said softly to me, as her hands began working over my buttons. My wilting cock twitched but I sat still, letting Anne control the situation. "Let me clean it for you."

She pulled off my shirt without even approaching my lower body, before balling it up and stuffing it in her purse. Pulling her skirt back on, she teasingly bent over in front of me once more, scribbling onto a note card.

"Come over tomorrow afternoon, after you’ve submitted your final grades," she caught my eye one last time, dropping the card in my lap before turning on a dime and shuffling out of my office.

"Fuck," I breathed out to myself.

Our 8 AM final could have been a microcosm for the entire semester. Anna and I didn’t talk, in fact, as she picked up her test and turned it back in an hour later, our eyes didn’t even lock.

Save for the fact that I stole glances at her crossed legs, remembering her knuckle deep within herself, everything was quit normal. But Christ, my cock strained against my slacks. I had no idea what this afternoon had in store, but after collecting the tests I grabbed a quick bite of brunch, and got to grading. Anna, despite our budding relationship, easily captured an A.

After submitting the final grades, I began the walk across our snowy campus, hands shaking and minds racing; I knew Anna lived in the student apartment complexes, but I’m not sure if she had a roommate, and I was terribly afraid of what excuse I’d come up with if I saw any of my other numerous students on my trek to Anna.

Finally reaching the door, I quickly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, Anna’s crystal green eyes met mine. She cracked a smile, blushed, and looked down at her feet, bringing my attention to the incredible fact that she was wearing my black button up shirt. Naturally, it came down to her mid-thigh, so it was almost a dress, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.

"Professor," she said softly, shuffling in place.

"Anna," I breathed,

"Do you want some wine?" she asked, finding my eyes again. I nodded, and she turned around, padding through the small apartment to the kitchen. Her legs were exquisite, long, taut, and extremely kissable. "My roommates have already gone home," she called back to me as she opened her fridge.

Next, she reached up on her tiptoes to pull a wine glass out of her cabinet, which lead to my shirt rising up, revealing her perfect, boyshorts-clad ass. My breath caught in my throat on my cock stirred because at that moment all I wanted to do was bury my face between her cheeks and kiss every curve of her body. Seemingly oblivious to the sexual taunting she was absentmindedly giving off, Anna quickly poured a glass and handed it to me.

As I slowly took a sip, she tipped her head back and took a long pull of the bottle. I stared at her inquisitively.

"Sorry," she licked her lips, blushing, "I’m really nervous,"

I knew what I had to do. Downing my cup, I moved in a flash towards her, a hand on her hip and a hand taking the bottle from her, setting it on the counter. Our faces were inches apart, as I softly pressed her back against the counter. Running a hand through her hair and then cupping her cheek, I had two words to say;

"Don’t be,"

We crashed into each other. Torrential waves of passion, brimming with electricity. Her lips were soft, tasting like wine, and her tongue fought strongly against mine for dominance. Her hands found my cheeks, and rustled my hair, as my fingers dug into her sides. Her hips adventured forward to press against mine, as she smiled into our kisses.

Biting her lip, I lifted her onto the counter, moving between her eagerly spreading legs. I kissed her lips, her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, every damn inch of her face as I began running my hands up the outside of her thighs. Next, I traveled to her neck, and her hands in my hair held me at that spot. I kissed, licked, and nibbled at her warm skin, as she let out soft little moans.

Almost on instinct we started to unbutton each other’s shirts, and as I revealed her collarbones, I paused to attack there as she worked to remove my shirt. I paused to pull it off and then went back to kissing her skin and taking hers off. My lips moved to the tops of her breasts, which where encased in a black bra, and her moaning spurred me on. As I finished unbuttoning her shirt, I threw it open, kissing back up her collarbones, her neck, and then her lips, before stepping back.

She was perfect. She still blushed as I glanced over her softly rising and falling breasts, nipples fighting to be set free. Her stomach was cute as hell, and I knew the path I would be kissing down soon enough, the line of her boy shorts hanging a bit low, but still doing enough to sexily cover up her lips. Her thighs, of course, were beautiful as well, and I looked forward to pressing my face in between them.

"Anna," I whispered, as she stared to the side, blushing, "look at me," slowly, her emerald eyes met mine, "you’re beautiful."

She blushed again, but held eye contact.

"We should go to my room," she smiled, extending her arms. I kissed her again, wrapping mine around her, as she tightened her legs against me. She laughed, directing me to her room as I kissed and nipped at her neck.

I fell back onto her bed and she lay on top of me. My cock, straining through my slacks now pressed up desperately against her crotch, and she already began naturally grinding her hips against it. Our lips crashed again, hotly and sloppily, as my fingers ran up and down her sides, and she shivered, her hands dominantly finding mine and then moving them to her bra-covered tits. I squeezed and kneaded them as I bit at her lip, and she moaned into my mouth.

Bridging up, I buried my face in her cleavage as I moved my hands to unclasp her bra. I leaned back a couple of inches as it began to loosen from her body. Grabbing a strap, I kissed up from her breast to her shoulder, pulling the strap off and replacing it with my kisses. Her hands rustled my hair as I did the same to her other strap.

As I finally pulled her bra off I reveled at her perfect breasts. Her nipples were eagerly hard, pink, and looked delicious. I dove right in. One hand went to palming and pinching at on breast and nipple, and my mouth attacked the other. My arm wrapped around the small of my back and I held her tight as our crotches absentmindedly ground together. She moaned and cussed with every kiss and nibble.

Her grinding sped up, as she rolled her hips on my bulge, and my clothed cock could almost feel her pussy lips, which increasingly found themselves on either side of my thickness. Her moans and cussing grew as I pinched a nipple and bit the other.

"Fuck, please, Professor, don’t stop," she breathed. I moved my hands to her hips and helped her ride my bulge, as I bucked my own hips, throbbing against her cunt. As I continued my oral assault on her breasts, her hands found my back, and she dug her nails into my back, burying her face onto the top of my head as she came. Her circling hips came to a slow stop, and as I kissed her breasts a few more times, her hands found my shoulders and she pushed me back onto the bed, following with kissing and biting at my neck. Her soft lips tread a path down my chest, and I absentmindedly ran a hand through her hair, guiding her along.

Perching between my legs, she ran a small hand over my pulsing bulge, and my hips absentmindedly bucked up. After kissing the head through the material, her hands began to work at my button and zipper, but I stopped her, grabbing her hands and pulling her back to me.

I assuaged the look of confusion on her face immediately.

"Anna. Let me take care of you,"

I moved her on her back, and mimicked her own kissing adventure. taking time of course to suck on her perfect nipples again. I licked, bit, and kissed down her stomach, working my tongue gently into her belly button before kissing down to her pubic mound. Naturally, her legs bridged up and her thighs moved to lock around me, but before I gave her directly what she wanted, I skipped over the material of her panties and immediately kissed at her left thigh, wrapping my arm around her leg and holding her skin tight against my lips and teeth. I kissed down all of her leg, peppering her with my mouth softly before starting at her right foot and doing the same.

She was fucking drenched.

As I reached her right thigh, I bit hard down on her inner skin, and her pussy pulsed as she loudly moaned. Diving in face first, my lips began devouring her cunt, kissing her soppy wetness through the material of her boy shorts. Her thighs were magnets to the side of my face and I welcomed them, working my tongue through her underwear as much as possible, but I knew it couldn’t last. My hands ran up the outside of her thighs and hooked the fabric line of her boy shorts, and I backed up for a beat to peel them off of her.

Up close, her pussy lips were pristine, pulsing quietly, shining with her own excitement. She tasted as sweet as I imagined, and I automatically dove back in, sliding a tongue up and down her folds before capturing each fold individually between my lips, pulling up for a second, then releasing it with a soft pop. My tongue went back to splitting her open as my hands squeezed at her thighs and ass. Her hand roughly tousled my hair as I french kissed her bottom lips. With one more upward swipe of my tongue I found her clit, and I gently kissed and sucked at it.

I moved a hand around to gently begin fingering her, and I slid a digit into her incredibly tight gate as my mouth latched onto her clit. She was so tight. The one selfish thought I had while I was buried between her thighs was how fucking perfect her pussy was gonna feel as I slid my cock inside. But I dismissed that thought was I felt her hips buck into my face faster, and her breath quicken.

I pulled back, clit in between my lips, and released again, sliding my finger out and moving both hands under each thigh, pressing her legs up and over her shoulder. I then moved an arm behind her knee caps to help hold them in place. before I began nibbling and biting at the back of her thighs as well as her ass cheeks. She begged me to return to her honey pot, as I paced my other hand near it to spread it open, I slid my tongue in as deep as possibly, hungrily eating her out. Her soft hands grabbed at my arm, fingers digging into my skin with stronger intensity as she neared her second orgasm.

I licked pathways up and down her folds, alternating that with sucking on her clit, and picked up the speed of my oral assault. With what strength she could muster from the angle, her hips still desperately bucked up to hold tight against my face, and when she want from digging her nails into my wrist to actively trying to lock her fingers with mine, I knew she was on the precipice of compete pleasure. My other hand snaked up and we held hands as I passionately sucked on her clit and her pussy flooded my chin with her juices.

I planted one more kiss between her legs before pulling her up onto our knees so we were relatively level with each other. Capturing her face between my hands we locked lips one more time.

"Are you ready?" I said as I broke away. She nodded, before falling back and again spreading her legs for me. I slunk off the bed while undoing my belt, button, and zipper, slowly pulling down my slacks and stepping out of them. Anna’s eyes immediately found my pulsing cock, and I looked down to see precum already forming a sizeable spot on my boxer briefs. Peeling them off too, my tan cock eagerly sprang forth, bobbing up and down as I crawled back onto the bed. My heavy balls hugged tightly against my pulsing shaft, and I made my way between her legs. She licked her lips before biting them as I wrapped a couple of fingers around my dick. Slowly, I moved towards her gate, pulling back teasingly as her hips shot up into the air to meet me.

Anna gave me the sexiest pout which quickly gave way to a moan as I slid my cock head up and down her lips. As I teased her with my dick, my other hand moved to thumb at her clit, and she began bucking her hips with more fervor, physically begging me to fuck her. Her eyes were wide, innocent, steamy, and lusty at the same time, and I finally began sliding in.

She whimpered at first, closing her eyes and biting her lip in a stab of pain. I stroked and squeezed at her thigh before taking her hand and letting her hold on to me as I delicately began to move in and out of her. Eventually, her tightly little pussy opened up, forming perfectly around me, lightly choking my throbbing member as I worked inch by inch to get fully inside of her. Finally, she took me all the way, our crotches so perfectly aligned, my balls resting at the bottom of her pussy.

I moved fully on top of her at this point, relishing the way her now not so virgin cunt squeezed my dick. I let a hand paw at her breasts as the other moved her hair out of her face so we could lock eyes, and press our foreheads against each other between kisses. Her hands moved to my back, scratching at me, as our tongues began to wrestle again, and I slowly moved out, to the point where just my cock head was inside of her. As I bit at her lip, I slammed back in, and she cussed into my mouth. Pulling back out again, I smiled into another kiss, continually tortuously teasing her.

Like she had been doing all semester, Anna surprised me again, as her hips bucked upward, and her cunt fully embraced every inch of my cock. It was my turn to moan as we both began to establish a perfect, passionate rhythm of lovemaking.

I’d tug on her hair to open up her neck for my trademark biting and kissing, she’s pull mine so that she could do the same, or bite and moan into my shoulder. We battled back and forth, ebbing and flowing, as our hips danced. I felt my balls stir, and I whispered into her ear how close I was, biting it before I moved to kiss her lips again. She pulled back for a short beat to tell me to cum inside of her before our lips locked in a final embrace. Our hands, magnets, again, captured each other, as our fingers locked somewhere above our heads. I picked up the pace of my humping, and I felt her pussy warmly squeeze and gush over my cock as she neared her own orgasms. Her hips stopped working against me, as she locked her legs around me and let me move uninhibited. As I felt my orgasms begin to travel through my shaft I stopped kissing her, biting a lip before pressing my forehead against hers.

Those emerald eyes locked with mine, and our lips stayed only inches apart, as we breathed the same air, moving together, orgasming at the same time.

As my cock began to wilt, I slowed to a stop, as I felt the mix of our juices begin to pour out of her. Kissing her again, I rolled to her side, capturing her body in an embrace, as I laid on my side and pulled her back against me, wrapping an arm around her stomach and running my other under her head. She naturally moved to the spooning position as well, and I buried my lips into her hair, smiled, and closed my eyes.