I was a late bloomer, sexually. I never had any girlfriends in high school; in fact I was too painfully shy to even talk to girls. As a result, I was still a virgin in my second year of an honours biochemistry/physiology degree, at the age of 19, when I met the woman who would come to dominate my life.
Jessica was a 35 year-old grad student, doing a PhD in biochemistry. A statuesque woman with long auburn hair and green eyes, she was always slinking around the campus wearing something tight-fitting and sexy. It was obvious from her sleek, well-muscled body that she worked out regularly in the gym.
I'm only 5'9", and Jessica is over 6', so she seemed to tower over me. I'd been having wet dreams about Jessica since I'd first laid eyes on her. I knew she worked as a Teaching Assistant in the chem lab, so when I started second year, I deliberately signed up for one of her labs.
As usual, though, I was way too shy to strike up a conversation with her, or even ask questions about the lab assignments. Perhaps she was attracted by my shyness, though, because she took a special interest in me. She began to help me personally with my assignments, often staying after the lab to give me special tutoring. She would lean over, making sure I got a good view of her cleavage. Needless to say, I soon started getting top marks in biochemistry!
After a few of these after-class sessions, she invited me to join her for a drink in the campus pub. After a couple of pints, she began to ask personal questions, particularly whether or not I had a girlfriend. "I've never had a girlfriend," I blurted, "I'm still a virgin".
She greeted this assertion with a coy arching of a sculpted eyebrow. "Let's continue this discussion at my place," she said, so we finished our beer and left the pub. She took me by the hand as we walked out the door. Her apartment was just a short walk off campus, so the walk only took a few minutes.
She poured a couple of glasses of red wine, put on a Siouxsie and the Banshees CD and indicated that I was to sit beside her on the couch. She told me she enjoyed tutoring me in chemistry, and we drank a toast to my continuing good marks. Then she leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and slipped her tongue between my lips. Well, I'd never been French kissed before, the only kisses I'd ever had were a few chaste pecks on the cheek from my aunts and female cousins. I must admit I recoiled, my body stiffening in shock.
Jessica chuckled and said, "you've never been French kissed, have you, Chris?" Too embarrassed to speak, I just shook my head. "Well, do you want to continue, or have I embarrassed you too much?"
All I could do was nod enthusiastically, which she interpreted correctly as a signal to continue. She enveloped me in her arms and kissed me deeply, exploring the inside of my mouth with her tongue. She ran her hands down my body and rubbed my erect penis through the fabric of my jeans, then unzipped my fly and pulled out my penis. She traced the edge of my glans with her ruby-red fingernails, then began to gently stroke my member.
"Why don't you do a little strip-tease for me?" she asked, so I stood and made up a bump-and-grind routine while Siouxsie sang "Swimming Horses". I clumsily peeled off my clothes and danced naked in front of her, my engorged penis slapping against my belly.
She held out her arms to me, and I slipped naked into her embrace. I snuggled my head between her ample breasts while she gently massaged my penis. I was so aroused, it didn't take long before I came in a thunderous orgasm.
That was the end of our first evening together. Jessica said she had an early class the next day, so she needed her sleep.
"You'd better put your clothes on now, Chris, and I'll see you again in the next chem lab."
I cleaned myself up in her bathroom, she kissed me goodnight at the door, and I returned to my room in the student residence with my head spinning, filled with all sorts of wonderful fantasies. That night in my bed, I masturbated furiously while running the evening's events in my mind.
I didn't see Jessica for a couple of days, but there she was, as usual, in the chemistry lab on Friday afternoon. She gave me a wink and a sly smile as I sat down in my usual seat at the back of the class. I could hardly concentrate on the lab exercise, and I was afraid to stand up because everyone in the class would see the bulge in my pants.
After the class, I slowly packed my books into my backpack and waited for the other students to leave. Fortunately classes empty rapidly on Friday afternoons, as all the students are anxious to get to the bars.
Jessica came over and said, "why don't we skip the bar tonight, Chris, and just go straight to my place?"
I eagerly agreed to this proposal. When we got to her place, Jessica asked me to pour a couple of glasses of wine while she put on a Norah Jones CD. She sat on the couch and sipped her wine.
"Do your little dance for me again," she requested.
I gyrated and shed my clothes piece by piece while Norah sang. I danced naked in front of her until she said, "come here and drink your wine, Chris." I sat beside her and took a sip, then snuggled up against her warm body.
Jessica took me in her arms and we French kissed while she stroked my penis gently with her red-nailed fingers. She played with my testicles, then drew her fingernails lightly up the length of my penis and stroked my glans. She kissed me again while she gently pinched my nipples. She unbuttoned her blouse and released the front clasp on her bra, revealing her full, firm breasts. Her nipples had small barbells placed horizontally through them, and there was a butterfly tattooed just above her left nipple. Jessica pushed the nipple toward my mouth, indicating that I was to suck on it. I kissed her nipples and played with the little barbells with my tongue and lips, while Jessica moaned with pleasure.
