"...and suck on her huge, painfully milk laden breasts," all right, my worst nightmare, the thing I had been dreading had come true. Susan, my professor had found the memory stick I had lost in the back of her car. I was so stupid to carry it around with me unencrypted, but I thought I would be so alert and on the ball that I would never misplace it, such much for energy drink inspired competence.
When she was going on maternity leave I had helped her load her car up not wishing for her to strain herself. I could hardly keep my mind on carrying her books as my eyes strayed to her big but shapely ass. I had noticed her breasts were already swollen, inspiring me to write the stupid story she had found on my memory stick. She had had some problems getting the leave as she was being a surrogate for her sister; but the school board under the threat of bad publicity eventually relented.
In the early winter afternoon's fading light her pale white skin and red hair she were stunning. While I was packing her car and secretly checking her out the stick must have fallen into her trunk.
Later on when I discovered the stick was missing I panicked, not only had I wrote several erotic stories about her on there but I had also wrote several stories about other teachers. I had hoped that it had fallen anywhere else but in her car. The only identification on there was that dumb little cartoon sticker which Martha had given me in class, which had identified it to Susan as mine.
When she returned from her leave I had not heard anything from her, which got my hopes up that I had not lost the drive in her car. Then suddenly she had called me into her office to lower the boom, so to speak.
"My! If you had only been so busy in your creative writing classes as you were on these stories. You as my sex slave? Me having you fuck Mrs. Bloomfield in her, and I quote 'small but prominent ass' and that routine with Mrs. Kantor. I don't know what to say."
"Am I in trouble?" I said.
"Well, if you don't claim ownership I guess it would be hard to prove. Still..."
I waited for what she was going to say next. Was she going to yell? Scream at me?
She placed her hands underneath her tits and lifted them up. "...they have felt very heavy, and milk laden lately. My nipples hurt so much. I don't know what I am going to do with all this extra milk. Maybe you can stop by Saturday and help me out. If you are not busy."
My mind struggled with reality, had my ears heard what I thought they just had heard? Was this all just a fantasy of my mind and I was actually passed out on the floor. I think somehow I said yes, though my next memory was driving away in my car. I vaguely remember her handing me back the flash drive and telling me she had already copied it.
On Friday I was in her class and all I could focus on were her tits and she seemed to know it, taunting me by leaning forward a bit too much, or sitting on her desk as she talked letting me see her thighs.
After class I tried to go over and talk to her before she left but was waylaid by Martha, it was just as well as I might have made a fool of myself with her. We talked for a bit. Then I realized maybe this was not such a good thing as I knew Martha had had a bit of a thing for me; which I had planned on investigating further just about the time when Susan had told me about the memory stick.
Martha and I sat at the overpriced coffee shop sipping our calories rich coffees and I led the conversation, always bending it back towards my professor.
"It is a shame she had to go through all that crap just to help her sister out," Martha said.
She was cute, glasses, nice tits, a bit dorky, with a big ass but I was sort of spoken for. Little did I know what was going to happen between us in the future.
She showed me she had two tickets for the new comic-book film that opened that Saturday but I begged off telling her I had other plans that day. She was a bit disappointed but let it go.
That Saturday I went up to Susan's house and rang the door, it felt so awkward. She came to the door and let me in.
