As a moderately successful author, I sometimes do a bit as a guest lecturer in the creative writing course at the local university. I don't get paid anything for this but I like doing it, for reasons both altruistic and self-centered. The writing profession has been good to me over the years and I want to give something back. Besides that, I like to bask in the admiration of the students.
One Friday morning, I was standing behind a desk and speaking before a group of students when I noticed a young woman in the front row who seemed to be looking at me with an unusual degree of admiration, almost adoration. The student had soft, blonde hair framing a very pretty face with green eyes and a generous mouth. She was very large-breasted, and her breasts were mostly covered by a green blouse that had the top buttons not fastened. On the seating chart that I had, her name was given as Jennifer and a quick calculation from her birth date told me she was 19 years old. Since I admire large-breasted women with pretty faces, especially when I am the object of their admiration, I smiled and directed many of my remarks to her.
During the question and answer session that followed my lecture, Jennifer asked if I ever wrote any erotic stories and I answered in the affirmative. She addressed me as "Professor Boxlicker" and, since I am not even close to being a professor and I favor informality, I asked her and everybody else to call me "George". Another student seemed more concerned with grades and asked what, if anything, I had to do with them. Because I have absolutely nothing to do with grades, not even input, I told him so, and that satisfied his curiosity.
When the bell rang, ending the period, I sat behind the desk and announced that I would be available for further questions after class. Jennifer and several others took me up on my offer, but she stayed at her own desk and waited until all the others had left before approaching me. As she approached, I noticed that she was wearing tight-fitting pants and that she had nicely flaring hips and a really beautiful ass. I also noticed that another button had apparently become undone on her blouse and she did not appear to be wearing a bra. When she stood next to me, closer than she really needed to, I saw that the crotch of her pants was damp, and I detected the familiar and very pleasant aroma of fresh pussy juice.
"George", she said, leaning forward and giving me a splendid view of her creamy breasts, because she definitely was not wearing a bra, "my name is Jennifer and I have been trying to write erotic stories but I always get bogged down. It might be from a lack of experience or it might be from a lack of imagination. Anyhow, I have some partial manuscripts and I would really like you to look at them and give me your opinion. Please. I would be really grateful if you would."
"Allright, Jennifer. I would be glad to do that. Do you have them here?"
"No, they are over in my dorm room, but it's just a short walk from here. If you can come over and look at them I would really appreciate it." The neckline of Jennifer's blouse opened a little more and I was able to glimpse her lovely, pink areola, but not her nipples.
"Okay, Jennifer. I can come over and see what you have and what I can do for you."
On the short walk to the dormitory, Jennifer held my arm against her breasts and told me how much she admired my writing and how she had read everything by me that she could find. I told her I was glad because loyal readers like her helped me to prosper as an author. The University has no formal objection to male visitors in the dorm rooms of female students during the day, and with my status as a guest lecturer, they would have no informal objection either.
Jennifer's room on the top floor was large, well lighted and messy, as a room occupied by a group of young people usually is. Jennifer didn't apologize for the mess and I was glad of that because it didn't bother me anyhow. "I have three roommates", she told me, "But none of them have classes today and they are all gone for the weekend."
Jennifer used the bathroom and when she was done, I used it. I noticed there was one bath towel by the shower but no hand towel, even though there was a place for one by the sink, but I attached no importance to this. When I left the bathroom, Jennifer had removed her shoes and she was waiting for me with several sheaves of paper at a study table with two chairs.
When I sat down to the right of Jennifer, she handed me one of the manuscripts and I started reading it. She leaned forward as I read, absorbed by what I might say, and her right hand was on my thigh, lightly squeezing it. The writing was quite well done, and I just suggested a few changes in wording so it would flow better, and some tricks to help her action move logically and gracefully from one locale to another. Jennifer leaned forward to better see what I was pointing out and her blouse opened even more. The only button still fastened was the bottom one, and her nipples were visible and when she moved, her breasts swayed erotically. As she listened, her hand on my thigh moved closer to my crotch and the delectable aroma of fresh pussy juice was much stronger than it had been in the classroom.
When I started reading the second manuscript, Jennifer's left hand undid the last button and pulled her blouse open, completely exposing her creamy breasts with their erect pink nipples. While I was gazing at this luscious sight, Jennifer's right hand was on my crotch, and her fingers were caressing my cock, which was rapidly stiffening from the view of Jennifer's lovely breasts, the gentle touch of her fingers and the delectable aroma of her pussy. I am not very sensitive to hints but even I could see that Jennifer had something in mind besides having me critique her writing.
To accomplish what she had in mind, she got off her chair, pushed the table out of the way and knelt in front of me. Both her hands busied themselves at my crotch, unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping, then reaching in and bringing out my stiff cock and my balls. Holding my cock in her hands, Jennifer leaned forward and licked the tip with her clever tongue, and then she looked up at me and smiled. She licked the tip again, then opened her mouth wider and slipped my cock between her lovely red lips, all the way to my pubic hair. Jennifer stroked my cock in and out of her mouth a few times, then she stopped, took it out of her mouth and looked up at me with a lascivious smile on her face.
