My name is Penny. At 19, I'm a sophomore at college, studying philosophy. I've always a thing for my philosophy professors – they're so cocky and smart. I have to admit, their arrogance turns me on like nothing else. One semester, I had an encounter I'll never forget.
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"Hello? Professor Webb?"
"Yes, you've reached Eric Webb."
"Hi Professor, it's me, Penny-"
"Oh hey Penny, how are you?"
"I'm great, actually! I was just wondering if you had any free time this week to go over my midterm with me …"
"Sure .. lemme see … how about 6 on Tuesday? I know it's late, but I teach all day before, and this week is suddenly very busy."
"That's great! I guess I'll see you then!"
"See you then."
"Bye!"
I had just gotten my midterm back from Professor Webb. I didn't really have any questions about it, but I always enjoyed talking to him and having my intelligence challenged, so I had decided to call him and make an appointment to see him.
Professor Webb had a wonderful sarcastic wit about him that put me on edge, and I knew that he liked me - he always played with his wedding ring absentmindedly when we talked in class. If he was standing just right, sometimes I could get a nice look at his little round ass. He wasn't stunning, but there was something open and inviting about his face. Maybe it was the warm, slightly dorky smile he made when he talked. He was about 35, and had dark, curly brown hair, small eyes behind glasses, and beautiful, strong-looking hands.
As I was at home, getting ready to go back to school to meet with him, I decided on a whim to wear something sexy .. not too sexy, just a little tight. I liked to watch him try not to look at my breasts and my full hips and round ass. I have what I guess you would call an hourglass figure. I'm quite tall for a girl, 5' 8", and men (and women) always comment on my tiny waist and wide hips. I have to admit, I dress to accentuate the difference. I have what I've been told are strikingly beautiful large, hazel eyes, hair like coal, full lips, pale skin and a long, lean neck. So, to show it off a little, I put on a tight, low cut t-shirt and tight, low rise jeans that really squeeze my ass. I finish it off with just a little bit of makeup: a touch of eyeliner, some mascara, and a deep red-brown lip color.
When I get to his office, the campus is almost dead, and it's snowing softly. The quality of the light in the sky is almost luminescent, and the snow muffles any sounds that might be working their way through the atmosphere. I walk in to the building and press the elevator button, and as I'm waiting I see a guy I boned a couple of months ago reading and say hi. We talk for a minute, and seeing him turns me on a little: I can feel the wetness and sensitivity in my pussy. As I'm riding up the elevator, I enjoy the head rush from the speed, and jump a little as it stops, so I'm suspended in midair for just a moment, weightless. I'm about to knock on Professor Webb's door when it opens from the inside.
"Oh, hi Penny. I was actually hoping to go out for a smoke. Would you mind?"
"No, not at all, I could use one myself. But .. I didn't know you smoked."
"Bad habit." he smirked, "From my hard-partying student days."
Once we're outside again, I shudder from the cold.
"Do you want to borrow my jacket?" he asks.
"No, I'm okay Professor."
"You should call me Eric. There's no need for that kind of formality between us, is there?" I shake my head no, and smile. I can't help but notice that his hands are so perfectly shaped as he holds his cigarette.
"So what did you want to talk about, Penny?"
"Well, I was just thinking I could discuss my midterm with you. Did you forget already?" I tease.
"Is that really it? You got an A, and I'm sure you understand the material."
"Well … I really just was hoping to talk to you about … anything at all. I don't get a lot of back and forth at home."
"And you came here for … back and forth?" I blush.
"Well, yeah. You're my teacher. I'm your student. Is that unusual, Eric?"
I make eye contact with him, and look down again. He's looking at me, in a penetrating way that a teacher has never looked at me before.
"Well," he says, as he stubs out his cigarette, "back upstairs, eh?" He holds the door for me, and I can't help imagining his eyes traveling over my back, and swing my hips a little in response.
When we get into his office again, he closes the door, and it's immediately cramped. We're both standing, and he brushes by me on his way to his desk. My chest and groin touch his for a second, and I look up at him, looking down at me, and I can't help licking my lips. The next instant, he's pulled my coat half-off, pinning my arms behind my back, and breathing into my face. I lean up to kiss him, and his mouth is in mine, his tongue invading my throat and caressing my tongue as he pushes me back against the wall. I feel his cock get hard under me, and rub myself against it as much as I can pinned between him and the wall. He reaches one hand down to my ass, and squeezes it roughly; finding my pussy he gropes it, while his other hand goes to my head and grabs my hair, pulling me up and forcing his tongue further into my mouth. After a minute, he rips my shirt off over my head.