Crush On My Sociology Professor

To say I was a late bloomer, would be an understatement. I was a gymnast and looked every bit the part. Between eight and ninth grade, I arrived. I had always been cute, but now I was pretty. Going through high school, I got prettier and my body got better. I was 5'3 and around ninety five pounds. I had firm, A to B cup breast and an ass that I caught a lot of guys checking out. I had golden blonde hair well below my shoulders and ice blue eyes. I had one boyfriend from sophomore year in high school until after my junior year in college. I lost my virginity to him during our sophomore year at university. I was a late bloomer sexually as well.

After my third year, I traveled overseas on a six week foreign study program. A lot of things changed that summer as I realized there was more to life than what I knew. I wanted to expand my horizons, so to speak. When I returned home, I broke up with my long time boyfriend. I had met a young man on the trip that I was attracted to. We attended the same university and when the fall started, I hoped we would run in to each other. I am very shy and don't say much. I didn't know if he noticed me on the trip or not.

As fate would have it, we ran into each other and we began dating. We dated for quite a while and when we got engaged in the Spring, I had sex with my second man. As our relationship progressed, I found myself thinking more about sexual things. My thoughts, or fantasies, were not focused on my fiancé exclusively. I began to realize that I had been having sexual thoughts back to high school and didn't realize it. I was always the good girl and the obedient daughter. I would never bring shame on my parents, so I never acted on any of my impulses.

The second semester of my senior year, I took a course called Social Problems. When my professor walked in, I finally understood what all of those feelings in my body had been the last several years. He was about thirty years old with brown hair. He was about 6'1 and 180lbs. He was dressed in tan slacks and a light green polo shirt. He had a very dry sense of humor and was very intelligent. I was attracted to him immediately. James Hoenfeld was going to be the focus of a lot of my thoughts this semester and they were not going to be thoughts about social problems.

I knew I was pretty and that guys were attracted me. I was very shy and hadn't figured out how to overcome this. I dressed very well, whether it was jeans and a shirt, light and airy spring dresses or a nice skirt. I knew I had a really nice body. I didn't voice this out loud, I had just caught guys checking me out and my sorority sisters told me when we would have our girl talks. I'd wear my hair down or put it up with a ribbon. I was pretty and innocent. My first problem was I was engaged, and my second problem was I was sexually attracted to James and had to figure out what I was going to do about it. As I set in class, I knew I wanted to fuck him. I can't believe I admitted that to myself. I had to up my game and flirt with him more in class so he would ask me to his office.

I dressed very nicely, but also sexily. In jeans, I caught James staring at my ass. I smiled to myself. I knew my ass was sexy and very tight. In a skirt with a tight shirt, I knew he was wondering what I would look like bent over his desk. I know I was. In a dress, he stared at my legs all through class and watched me when I got up to leave. James handed back our first assignment over racial inequality. I hurried out into the hall to see what he had written on my paper. I got full marks for the assignment and he had written I had critiqued the topic very well. He said he found me very intelligent. I thought I might see an opening. I am very much sapiosexual and maybe he was as turned on by my intelligence as I was by his.

The next few classes seemed to turn up the heat for me. I was lost in some of his lectures imagining his lips on my neck, my cheek, my nipples and finally, my pussy. As long as I was just fantasizing, I might as well enjoy it. My fiancé didn't have to know. My written work continued to be excellent and his notes kept getting a little more personal. When I say personal, I mean bolder in wanting to spend time discussing class topics. He complimented me on my intelligence and told me he had never had an undergraduate student that was more insightful.

Then I received my paper back on income inequality. I didn't get an A because he didn't agree with my conclusions. I knew he had supported Mondale in 1984 and I was forever a Reagan girl. That alone told me that no matter what happened, we wouldn't have much of a future. James invited me to his office to discuss our differing points of view. I wasn't worried about our future past this semester. I knew whom I was going to marry. Dr. James Hoenfeld would be a smile and warm, wet memory for the rest of my life. I was going to give in to those feelings in my body that he aroused. I didn't act on the same feelings in high school with a "bad boy" and I had always regretted it. I was not going to regret this.

I put a lot of though into what I would wear and how I would look. I decided to ask to meet with him immediately after our next class. Our class ended at 1:50pm and it was Friday. Most students and professors would disappear to start an early weekend. I dressed in a light blue skirt that came down above my knees. I thought casual, flat sandals would be best. They look good and could slide off quickly. I chose a cream colored cotton top with lace around the collar. I had it buttoned up in class. I had my long, golden hair pulled back in a ribbon to match my skirt. I accented my twenty year old body with light touches of makeup and my favorite perfume. I did wear a bra that showed off my firm, pert breast. My final selection was my lace, baby blue, thong panties under my skirt. I didn't look different from most days, except for the last two selections of my outfit.

The time came to go to class. I arrived a couple of minutes early and he was already there. It was sparsely attended as several students had already left for the weekend. Before I sat down, I walked over to him and stood to his left side to tell him I was willing to discuss our different perspectives after class. I was a little nervous and he seemed to pick up on it. He put his left hand over mine and squeezed it. He told me there was nothing to be nervous about and he was very happy to have the opportunity to privately discuss things. I was even more nervous now, as his touch had set me on fire and my thong panties were getting damp.

I don't remember what he talked about. One by one, students bailed until about halfway through class it was just us and about five other students. I was lost in my fantasy of how this was going to unfold when I noticed everyone leaving and came back into the real world. James asked me what I was thinking about and I responded our meeting. I don't know if he knew what I was dreaming about, but I hoped he did. It would be so much easier if he made the first move.

I got up and walked with him to his office. My panties were getting wetter and I hoped he didn't know, yet. He was an Instructor hoping to earn his Assistant Professorship. His office was little more than a large closet with a desk, window and comfortable chair for one student. The office was on the third floor so the window could be open and the fan on. Nobody could see in. As we walked in, he offered me a chair and closed the door. I thought I saw him lock the door. Now, I knew we were on the same page.

My mind drifted back to high school when I had one chance to say something to Jeff, the bad boy, and didn't. I was nervous now when I half stammered and half said that I had been attracted to James since the first time I saw him in our class. There. It was out and at that moment, I very favorably disposed to the memory of Jeff that caused me to go through with it here.

James smiled at me. He told me he couldn't keep his eyes off me since the first day, either. He said he always wondered what I would be wearing in class and what I would be wearing when I finally came to his office? I told him, "I dressed with every piece picked out just for you". He confessed the skirts were his favorite, but I think whatever I wore would have been his favorite. It was obvious we were both nervous. The tension was fairly palpable as we both knew we were about to cross a line that neither had before.

I smiled at him as I set on the arm of the chair. He was standing by his desk. The cool breeze blew in through the window. James asked me what had me so preoccupied in class. I smile at him and told him that he did. He stood up and moved to within a foot or so. He asked what exactly about him occupied my thoughts. He was toying and flirting with me now. I told him if he took a step closer, he would find out. I had never been so brave and nervous as he moved closer. I stood up to meet him. The cool breeze was gone and the heat escalated as we were standing close together knowing the next move would change everything.

James timidly leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. Both of us worried about crossing the line, but now it was crossed. I turned toward him and he kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, tantalizing kiss. He took my right hand in his. He kissed me softly again, but a little longer. We could both feel our bodies change and the heat building. As he leaned in to kiss me again, I slid my left hand up and put it on the back of his neck. Our lips met and I could feel how soft his lips were. I wanted more. I slowly opened my mouth and caressed his lips with my tongue. I heard him moan, or was it me, and then his tongue stroked mine. He took my hand and held it behind me and with his other arm wrapped it around me. He had me trapped in his arms so I couldn't go anywhere...as if I wanted to. His tongue continued to probe my mouth and slowly tease my lips. The excitement of being a bad girl was taking over. I couldn't believe what I was doing, yet I loved it.

As our tongues continued their dance, I couldn't get close enough to him. We were both moaning and oblivious to the world around us. He broke our kiss and turned me so he could hold me from behind. He moved my long, golden hair aside and began to kiss my neck on the back. As he held me, I felt his hard cock in my ass. I tilted my head up and away and offered him my whole neck and cheek which he took. I ground my tight, hard ass into his cock as he continued. Finally, I turned my mouth toward his and our tongues found each other's once more. As we were kissing, he brought both hands to my firm breast and began to squeeze them. He was controlling me in a way I had never been controlled. I was a blazing furnace burning out of control, I couldn't even remember my fiancé's name.

James continued massaging my left breast and began to unbutton my shirt with his right hand. I had long forgot about any line and wanted to find out how his hard cock would feel inside of me. I slipped my tongue out of his mouth and turned around and put my hands on his shoulders. He looked into my eyes and continued unbuttoning my shirt. As soon as the last button was undone, he slid it over my shoulders and it fell to the floor. He wrapped his arms around my bare back and kissed me again. I moaned as he slid his tongue across my lips and I slid both my hands under his shirt and up his back. I dug my nails in as he pulled me closer as we were locked in our passionate kiss. As we broke our kiss, I lifted his shirt up and off and we stood together topless, except for my bra.

James knew how to slow things down and control me with his glances. My first two lovers were really boys who didn't know the art of seducing a woman. This was not James problem. I had never been so excited and desirous of another man and I had only had my shirt removed. He placed his arms back around me and began to rub small circles. It felt so good I never noticed he had unhooked my bra. As we looked into each other's eyes again, he took hold of both straps and pulled my bra off and tossed it aside. As he leaned in to kiss me again, I turned my head and he began kissing and nibbling on my neck. I knew when his cock finally slid inside of me, no matter how long or wide he was, he would meet no resistance. I had never been this wet before. The most amazing thing was he had never touched my pussy! The mind is so sexy.

James kissed his way down my neck. He stopped at my shoulders and kissed them all over. I wanted him to hurry, but I didn't want him to. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He finally kissed his way down to my breast. My nipples were so hard and ached to be touched again. As he was doing this, we turned around and I set down on his desk. Because I am only 5'3, I was actually a little higher that I was standing up. Then I felt the tip of his tongue touch my right nipple. The fire he sent through me made me wonder if this is what hot flashes would be like. He flicked his tongue over it several times before he closed his mouth around it and bathed it with his tongue. I wrapped my arms around his head and held on tight.

As soon as my left nipple started feeling left out, he moved to it. I loved how he flicked his tongue over both nipples, but then he would wrap a hand around the breast and lightly squeeze while his mouth locked around the nipple and ran his tongue over it and sucked lightly and then sucking harder. I was lost rubbing my hands in his hair and neck. James did this for several minutes and I didn't know what was happening to me. The feeling began to swell up inside and my pussy exploded with my first orgasm. If he could make me cum without every touching my pussy, I couldn't wait until he did.

He pulled back and asked me if I was okay. All I could manage was a dreamy look and a smile. He leaned in and slid his tongue in my mouth and I responded. It was the most passionate kiss of the night. I was overheating and needed to be satiated soon. I thought I was going to burst into flames, but I also thought, what a way to go. I felt his hands touch my skirt for the first time of the night. He unzipped it and I stood up while it feel down around my feet. I remembered my slip on sandals and how easily they slid off. I was happy I planned ahead.

I now stood before the object of my lust the last two months in only a baby blue thong. He was still in his jeans. He had slipped his shoes off unbeknownst to me. I reached down and touch the top button on his jeans. He took my hand and whispered in my ear, "If you unbutton my jeans, there is no turning back." I looked up at him and whispered, "I've wanted to unbutton them since the first day of class." With that, he removed his hand and I continued. As I unbuttoned the last button, I knelt down and removed his jeans down to his feet. As he was removing his feet, I first saw his stiffening cock take shape in his briefs. I hesitated for a second because this was not something I felt knowledgeable about. The previous two young men knew nothing of foreplay and wanted to feel themselves inside my tight, young pussy. My previous attempts were kind of clumsy. I didn't want that to be the case this time.

James must have realized my timidity as he pulled me up and tenderly kissed me again. I felt his cock against my flat stomach. He set me back up on his desk and started kissing his way down from my shoulders. He made his way to my breast and nipples. I laid back on my elbows and wrapped my legs around his waist. I had just totally surrendered to him. He made his way down my flat stomach to the top of my panties. He spread my legs apart to get a better look. All he could see was my drenched thong. I looked at him and said, "I've wanted you since the first day of class." He put the palm of his right hand over my pussy and pressed and rubbed. I came immediately on his hand in a very intense orgasm.

While I was recovering, he put his lips on the inside of my thighs. He lightly kissed the inside of my right thigh. I felt his stubble against my skin and it was like a lightning bolt. He lightly nibbled and kissed on the inside of my thighs. Then he tilted his head and put his mouth on my thong. He closed his teeth around it and lifted my thong of my sopping wet pussy and pulled it to one side. This man was the master of teasing me. I wasn't sure how guilty I would feel tomorrow, but I wasn't going to worry about that now.

James took his hand and held my thong to the side of my pussy. He then moved to face me and I lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. I wanted to feel his stubble again. He slowly put his mouth over my pussy and started lightly chewing on what he could get in his mouth. Then he started sucking on my whole pussy. I had never felt like this. I just lay down on his desk and wrapped my legs tighter around his shoulder. He moved his tongue directly onto my pussy and I could feel his warm breath cascade over my whole cunt. He started to run his tongue inside my pussy until he was tickling my insides. Then he ran his tongue all the way down until he thrust his tongue in and out agains the bottom of me. He commented on how sexy my ass was and then without warning, he ran his tongue all over my asshole while he inserted his thumb in my pussy and ran it along the bottom in and out, over and over. I lay on his desk staring at the man I had wanted to fuck for two months. He had made me feel ways I had never felt before and I hadn't even seen his cock. He put his tongue on my clit and began licking it firmly while he continued working his thumb in and out against the back wall of my pussy. It didn't take long for the pressure to start building. I was moaning and squirming and told him I was coming. He intensified his thumb and his tongue and I let loose. I came in several waves and squirted for the first time in my life. James remained between my legs as he put his head against my thighs. It took a couple of minutes for me to be able to communicate again. I just stroked his hair.

As I came back to my senses, I started to think about what I wanted to do. When I was face to face with his cock in his underwear, I wasn't sure or confident. After what James did to me, I knew what I wanted to do to him. I pushed myself up and guided his head back to my pussy and let him lick me a few times while I stood up and turned him around. We stood facing each other and kissed passionately with our tongues licking the other and I loved the taste of my pussy on him. I broke the kiss and stepped back and knelt down in front of his cock.

I wasn't as experienced, but I knew what I wanted. I hooked both thumbs in his waistband, and then slowly lowered his briefs and freed his rather large cock. If his wife had traded him in, I would like to have seen the newer model. His cock slapped against my cheek as I lowered his briefs all the way and he stepped out of them and leaned back on his desk. I wanted to play it cool, but I also wanted to devour him. His cock was the largest that I had seen. It was nine inches long at least and very thick. I knew my mouth was smaller than some, but I knew my tongue would love licking his dick all over.

I looked up at James and our eyes met. After what he had just done to me, I wanted to give him his best blowjob ever. I looked down and took his cock in my right hand and lightly tickled his balls with my long finger nails with the left while I slowly lowered my mouth over his dark purple head. I slowly sucked and nibbled on his head. As he moaned, I lowered my mouth down on his fat cock as far as I could. I slowly worked my way up and down his cock while trying to swallow as much as I could. I could taste his pre cum and that aroused me all the more. I lay his cock flat and place my tongue flat on the back surface and ran it up to the head and then slowly back down. I must have been doing something right. I licked his cock like an ice cream cone again and again. I couldn't get enough. I was addicted to his cock. I took it my mouth again and ran my lips and tongue all over. While I was doing this, I had another orgasm.