I am back to continue the second part of my "Oral Exam" storyline. The dirty stories too much to stay away.... If you haven't read the first series (or the first five stories in this series), I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! They have naughty bits too. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate your thoughts and encouragement. You've really made this something special. Otherwise, feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. I am not always sure myself. Keep your eyes open for the next installment. It will be up shortly. I have another one all set and ready to go (after a little more editing). Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.
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Blah, blah, blah make eye contact, blah, blah, blah audience analysis, blah, blah, blah visual aids. The drone was putting my students to sleep. My words were tedious, even to me.
"Excuse me, Professor. I don't mean to interrupt class, but I have a delivery. This is Com. 110, right?"
I grunted in agreement as I let my eyes roam over the two ladies. Both wore tight, red, scoop neck dresses that displayed a generous helping of cleavage. The one on the left was a slender brunette with curls that spilled over her bare shoulders. Her friend was a tall blonde with creamy skin that was taut over her wicked muscles. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. The way she tottered uncomfortably was a dead give away that she hadn't spent very much time in stiletto heels; she probably spent more time in the gym.
The brunette continued, "I'll be quick. My sisters and I had a booth in the student union where we sold chocolate sweethearts to be delivered on the Friday before Valentine's Day. A couple of people in this class have received them."
I rolled my eyes. I remembered this silly nonsense from the previous year. How had this sorority managed to perpetuate this archaic tradition even in our modern age? Why was it necessary to take up class time for some bogus Greek money drive?
Whatever... People higher up than me must be convinced of the value. And maybe I was just ornery.
"Fine. Do whatever you need to do," I grumbled, as I waved the two women into the room.
"Thanks," the brunette said flashing me a killer smile. A wave of heat passed over my body. An attractive woman only had to show me the slightest attention these days and I melted. Of course, I hadn't had sex in the last two weeks either. Between my celibacy promise and my unsettling last experience, I was feeling a little pent up.
These silly student temptresses were just too much and they weren't even trying. What shape would I be in if they actually wanted to woo me? Best not to know. So I decided to just ignore the situation. I looked down at my notes and tried to remember where I had left off in my lecture.
"Justin Diorzio? Are you here?"
A bookish guy with glasses in the back of the room raised his hand timidly. Most of my students were first years, so they didn't know what to expect from these deliveries.
The brunette's face lit up. She plucked a chocolate heart from the basket the blonde was carrying. Slowly, the coed sauntered across the room. As she gracefully weaved her way through a forest of desks, she rolled her hips with bonus va va voom.
Stopping in front of Justin, the brunette bent at the waist. With her ass prominently in the air for all to see, the woman moved in close. She placed her arms over each of his shoulders and leaned down. Her soft locks fell over them and for a second the two people were blocked from the prying eyes of my class. A soft smacking sound followed, and I knew that Justin had been kissed.
The brunette withdrew slowly, leaving the chocolate heart on her mark's desk. She turned on her heels and walked away grinning triumphantly. The lioness had conquered.
Giggles rippled through the class. I shook my head in wonder again. Maybe Jen was onto something; the patriarchy was alive and well at my university.
"I have one more," the blonde said, as she set down the basket of hearts on a desk near the door. She pulled one out and turned to face me. "Ready, Professor?"
My face became bright red as I stared back blankly. "Ummm... what?"
The blonde moved in close. Her gaze locked on mine; something breathed over her that made her eyes flicker. But whatever it was swirled into a sultry smile. A soft, flowery scent gently tickled my senses. Pressing herself against me, her breasts pushed up on my chest. I could feel her nipples excitedly poking through the sheer fabric of the dress. A tremulous gasp crossed my lips - how could this be happening?
Still wobbling on the heels, she stood an inch or two above me. I couldn't help myself; I was getting hard. This luscious, blonde Amazon coed looked down and smiled. She knew. And then she wiggled her hips against me.
The blonde leaned in and lightly whispered in my ear, "Last December, I liked sucking your cock. If I get a chance I'll do it again." Her tongue traced the length of my ear before ending in a tender nibble. Then she pulled away leaving only a lingering, damp heat.
My shock was surely evident. How did I know her? When did we...
The party.
Last semester I'd been invited to Jessica's sorority initiation. The affair turned out to be an orgy where students invited their professors to participate in an all night fuck fest. The evening had started out with a BJ line up. The attending faculty was asked to form into a single file. The teenaged sorority pledges, meanwhile, fell to their knees and gave us a parade of oral sex. Every couple of minutes a signal was given and the young ladies moved down one spot, then I got to enjoy another coed mouth.
And the blonde was one of the pledges that sucked my dick.
It figured. I hadn't put two and two together. The Valentine's Day Heart Sale was famous on campus. A sorority and fraternity got together every year to make a killing; the most beautiful members would sell and distribute. Hottie kisses, plus chocolate goodies, plus extreme embarrassment, created a winning sales scenario. I had heard about it as soon as I had started here, but then I never dreamed a grad student would get a delivery.
Or that I would...
Startled gasps echoed across my classroom. A few scattered claps and hoots bounced back to me. No one could have anticipated what had just occurred. Shock was written on my student's faces.
Joining her partner, the blonde curtsied. Despite my carnal knowledge of the teen Amazon, had I ever learned her name?
Grinning spectacularly, the brunette gave the class a tinkling wave and gushed, "Laters."
And they were gone.
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The rest of class was a disaster. Whether the students cared or not, I couldn't escape what had just occurred. No longer bothering with class discussion, I bumbled through the rest of my lecture. Most of the class seemed to be on the verge of cracking up. A couple of students seemed appalled; a few others juvenilely impressed.
Fuck! I knew I'd be hearing about this later in the department.
One student, Ellie, was smiling so widely she looked ready to burst. Of course she was the one who caught me in the dorm hallway getting head from Shannon. The situation only served to fuel the gossip fires.
After class, I fled to my office. Sitting in my chair I examined the present that had caused me such embarrassment. Wrapped in red tin foil, the chocolate heart was big enough for several bites. A small envelope addressed "Professor" was attached with a ruby ribbon.
I opened it and a message was written in large, curvy script. It read, "Will you be my Valentine, Professor? Sunday. I'll be at your apartment at 1:00 p.m. My treat. I won't take no for an answer. I need you. Trust me, you'll enjoy every minute together. Jessica"
As soon as classes resumed after winter break Jessica and I renewed our relationship. Without thinking we picked up exactly where we had left off last semester. Sure we had been fuck buddies, but now it felt like we were entering deeper territory. Were we lovers? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Would a relationship even be possible, given the carnal nature of our first illicit transaction?
After being caught in the gym in Taryn I decided to go cold turkey and stopped having sex. Zero. Keeping my dick in check was my biggest problem. I had to keep it in my pants with no exceptions. Consequently, I had been avoiding Jessica for the last few weeks. The girl made several overtures, (including a steamy webcam session) but I had managed to rebuff them all. Schoolwork, I plead. I knew she had her girlfriends to keep her entertained, but that strategy would keep the horny coed satisfied for only so long.
Besides I knew that I missed her. I wanted to be around Jessica. I ached for her. My thoughts were distracted and filled with her these days. I tried to study, but all I could think about was her blonde hair, her smile, and her laugh.
