"It all started when I was still studying, back at the Sorbonne," Tessie began. "Like I said, I was getting heavily into the partying scene, and my studies were going to hell. I mean, I could breeze through most of the art history shit, but it was my French literature class that was kicking my ass. Oddly enough, when you figure all the rest of the classes I was taking were in French, but there you have it.
"I will never forget him, Professor Pinguet. It was not that he was an especially great teacher; I suppose it was more that I was a particularly bad student. One day after lecture M. Pinguet asked for me to stay behind. He asked how I was doing, how my studies were coming, and nodding in acknowledgement as I confessed that I felt I was failing his class. He urged me to walk with him to his office. Once inside, with the door closed, he didn't waste any time getting to the point.
"When he indicated what he wanted, I thought to myself,
Why not? It's the oldest system in the world. My boyfriend will never know. Anyway, I suck HIS cock all the time - why shouldn't I suck my professor's cock? All the other girls do it. My boyfriend will never know if I suck this old man's cock...
"I went to my knees before him, placed my hands on the stiffening bulge that was already poking up, tent-like, in his lap. He undid his belt, I undid his fly, and together we pulled his trousers down. His penis poked right up in my face; I was almost astonished at how rigid he was. I mean, he was very hard for a man his age, I didn't expect his cock to be as hard as a wooden pole.
