I lazily slouched in my desk as a blinding blonde sorority girl strutted to her desk, her ass sashaying with each step at my eye level. You can tell the sorority girls because they look ready to go clubbing at 8:30 in the morning. I sat in the back corner of class observing the rest of the ladies in my class, which happened to be the entirety of my class, this was English 416, Women's Literature, and I was the brave soul to venture into what I imagined would be a bra-burning, man bashing celebration of the liberated lesbian.
Other than the sorority girl, I wouldn't want to see any of the ladies' in my class without a bra or in a lesbian fantasy I conjured up when I registered for the class, most of my classmates where what one may think of when imagining a group of feminists, nasty bitches.
As the alternative of sleeping at this hour for the rest of the semester seemed persuasive enough for me to grab my bag and never return, I was forced to reconsider. In walks this vivacious blonde with assertive locks falling gracefully from the back of her tight bun, the pinstripes of her suit ran up the curves of her firm ass and her white blouse beneath showed the outline of her low-cut bra losing the battle to keep her voluptuous breasts within. She must have been in her thirties, she was strong and powerful and glared over her spectacles at her class.
Being the conservative chauvinistic pig I am, we butted heads immediately. "It's not a choice," I said. "A baby's life is not a choice to be made by anyone, you women have a choice when you spread your legs."
"Well, I think you're being a bigot and if you would see me after class I would appreciate it."
I replied with a grin, "My pleasure ma'am,"
Well, this was a successful start to a semester. As the class emptied, each of the young ladies seemed to glare at me with contempt. I was a marked man. I sauntered up the stairs to my professor's office where she had already stormed to and greeted her with my usual charming smile to try to reconcile. She ripped her glasses off and slammed them to her desk and with a stern pointed finger began to verbally castrate me. I tried to hear her through, figuring a retaliation would only get me deeper into shit.
As she yelled I tuned her out and began observing the pictures on her desk. Interesting, though predictable, her photos all contained her and what I assumed was her lover, a butch women in her middle age. As she leaned forward in her hysteria, I could see down her blouse and her tits were shaking with each movement she made. They were perfect, especially for an aging woman. They weren't hard and perky like college girls', they were round and soft and heavy. Catching my eyes, she leaned back to defend from my harassment, and crossed her legs in anger. I slightly smiled, realizing I had been caught. She couldn't help but smile back.
Her phone rang so she asked to be excused briefly; she stood and turned to where her phone was, leaving me a perfect view of her shapely ass. I traced the stripes of her suit with my eyes from bottom up, taking my time to cover the terrain of her curvy ass. it beckoned me to give it a gentle slap, feel it firm yet soft wiggle in waves with my hand. My cock swelled as I fantasized about her.
I shut the door of her office and set down my bag. I walked around her desk while she still spoke on the phone. Aware of the risk I was taking, I couldn't help myself, I needed to taste her, to show her a man could love her just as well as a woman. Hesitantly, I approached her back, my cock pulsated with anticipation. I gently pulled her jacket back to expose her delicate neck.
I wet my lips and slowly pressed them to where her neck and shoulder meet. Simultaneously, I reached in front of her and slid my hand down the front of her pants, weaving through her bush to the top of her clit. Startled, she jumped and whipped her head back. I placed an assertive, reassuring kiss on her collarbone, and ran my middle finger down her moist slit. She pressed her ass back into me, searching for my cock, which I pushed back into her. She excused herself from the conversation and hung up the phone.