The afternoon was cool outside and the college semester had just started a few weeks ago. I stood in young Dr. Raymond's office while he looked at me from behind his messy desk. He nodded at me.
"Piper," he said. "I remember you," he said. "You've gotten a little bit behind on your work if I remember correctly," he said, his fingers clicking and clacking on the keyboard. "Mmm-hum. Yeah. Oof. Wow. Yeah, you're way behind," he said.
"Hum," I said. "I know. I've had a little trouble getting going this year," I said. "My parents divorced and I've been spending a lot of time with my dad. He's sort of a basket case now that mom has left him," I said.
Dr. Raymond was silent for a moment, considering my words. "Well, your parents divorcing doesn't constitute an extension on your coursework. I mean what you're doing is noble, and you're being a great daughter, but I can't give you any outs for that."
I didn't know what to say. My eyes started filling up with tears. "Please, Dr. Raymond. I need a little help to get caught up," I said.
He seemed to wilt at the sight of my tears. He sighed, and rubbed a hand down his face. "What do you want me to do, Piper? I can't do your work for you. I won't be able to change your grade, if that's what you're asking," he said. "Late work in my class is not accepted. You're just going to have to do great on the first test and bring your grade up from there or you'll have to drop the course and take it again at a different date," he said.
"No, Dr. Raymond, I'm not asking for you to change my grade," I muttered with a sigh. "I...I'm not...oh, I don't even know what I'm asking for," I muttered.
I turned away from him and put my hand over my mouth to stifle my tears.
Dr. Raymond came around his desk and sat on the edge of it. He crossed his arms over his blue polo shirt.
"I don't know what you want me to do," he said softly.
I shook my head, sniffling. "I don't know either. Maybe I should just go," I said, turning towards the door.
"Wait," he said as I touched the door handle.
I turned my head and looked at him. He was looking at me oddly. Inspecting me. I could tell he was weighing his next words carefully as I wiped away my tears and I sniffled.
"There's...ah...I have maybe a deal I could strike with you," he said softly.
"Yes?" I turned completely around from the door and waited for his words, now facing him.
"This is highly inappropriate and it could get you expelled and me fired. But I'll do it if you say yes. And if you can keep a secret," he said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
He surreptitiously put his hand on his zipper. My gaze flicked down to his hand for a split second. My eyes widened, and then they jumped back up to his face. "Well, it involves you and me," he said.
He took a few steps towards me and reached out. I watched his hand move and I flinched slightly as it touched the side of my face. But then he let the backs of his fingers slowly caress down my cheek.
"And you letting me...touch you," he said.
"Touch me?" I whispered.
He nodded. "Let me touch you," he whispered back. "Everywhere," he added.
"Everywhere?" My voice cracked a bit.
He nodded. "Everywhere," he said.
I glanced around nervously. "I - um..." I said. I was shocked. Flummoxed. Had he just said what I thought he had just said?
"But first I - I really want to just kiss you," he blurted out. "Badly. Can I do that?" He asked me.
"Kiss me?" I asked.
He seemed to redouble in his confidence and looked at me with his chin slightly raised, his body language more sure now that everything was out in the open.
"Kiss me and...and...play with me a little, and I'll see what I can do about your grade," he told me.
I blinked at him several times. I looked around his office. "Here?" I eventually said. "Right now?"
He nodded once.
"What does...playing with you...entail?" I asked.
He looked thoughtful for a second. Then he spoke with barely contained lust: "Well, everything, essentially. I want to see you naked. I want to taste your pussy. I want to feel your mouth on my cock," he said.
I paused, letting it all sink in. He wanted me. He wanted sex. "And then my grade?" I said.
He shrugged. "I'll see what I can do," he said.
"But first...just kissing?" I said.
He nodded. "Yes."
I took a deep breath. "I...um...okay." My eyes widened because I couldn't believe I had agreed to this!
But I had, and he looked at me for a couple seconds. "Come here," he said.
I took a step closer to where he stood. He looked deeply into my eyes and he brought his hands up to either side of my face and he leaned in slowly. Soon his soft lips were on mine.
I felt a mini explosion between my legs, my virgin pussy wetting itself for...for what? We were just kissing. That's all. Just an innocent kiss...until his tongue snaked out and slid between my lips. I moaned as he turned his head sideways and really, very deeply kissed me.
When he finally pulled away we were both out of breath.
"You want to kiss me? Like that?" I said.
He nodded, his forehead resting on mine. "Just like that," he said.
He leaned in and kissed me again.
Again I felt the juices explode between my legs.
His tongue was so soft and it licked around my own tongue.
"God, you are so sexy," he said softly.
I chuckled at his words. "Me?" I said in disbelief.
He nodded. "Yes. Absolutely."
He walked me over to the old couch that was in his office and he murmured, "sit here."
I did, and he kissed me down until my head was lying against the arm rest. He leaned over me then, and he chuckled. "You've got too many clothes on," he said.
I blinked at him again. "Oh?"
"Can I take off your..." he motioned to my sweatshirt.
I swallowed hard. "Okay," I whispered.
"Fuck," he said, when he did and he saw my lacy black bra. "That's sexy," he said, at the same time as he ran his fingers over and over my soft cleveage.
He then reached around and unhooked my bra in the back.
Next thing I knew my bra was off and I was naked down to my waist. His hands were all over my naked breasts. "You are just gorgeous," he whispered.
I grinned slightly.
He leaned in and licked a nipple and I gasped. It made me shudder and made my nipples both harden.
He looked down at my pointy nipples and he switched breasts and put the other nipple into his mouth.
"Mmmm," I moaned softly. He was really making me feel good.
He moved down my body and he started unlacing my sneakers. "Can I undress you the rest of the way?" He asked me.
I bit a thumbnail, quickly thinking it over.
"I want to see you. All of you," he said.
He looked so earnest, his eyes were so dark. "Nobody will know about this?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Fuck, in fact it has to be kept a secret. I can't fool around with students," he said. "The college would fire me. And they would probably expel you, like I said before," he added.
"Yeah," I said. "Okay, no, I won't tell," I told him. "And...yes," I finally whispered.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Yes, it's okay to undress me the rest of the way," I said quietly.
He grinned, and he didn't waste any time. He pulled off my sneakers and they thumped as they each fell to the floor. He unbuttoned and started tugging my jeans down my legs. He must have been a little desperate because he barely took a passing look at my pretty, lacy white panties; he just yanked them off.
Then he roughly spread my bent legs apart at my knees, and for a couple of seconds he just looked at me.
"Fuck," he said, staring directly at my naked pussy. "I can't believe this is happening," he murmured. "I think I can even see how wet you are," he said, glancing up at me.
I jerked and made a surprised sound when his finger dipped into my slit. His eyes immediately shot up to mine. "You okay?" He asked.
"I've...I've never..." I mumbled.
He waited a second to digest that, and then he nodded. "It's okay," he said. "It's okay," he said again, as if he was trying to convince himself. "Looking is great," he said, "but let me taste you," he whispered.
He kneeled on the carpeted rug and I watched his dark head lean in.
I gasped loudly when his mouth softly landed on my pussy. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I softly squealed.
"Just a minute," he said abruptly. He hurried over to his office door and locked it. He returned, grinning, to me spread eagle on the couch with his hand on his big erection behind his zipper. "You are absolutely gorgeous," he said, kneeling down by the couch once again. He took and hugged my thighs to either side of his face and he kissed them.
"Please," I whispered. "Kiss me again," I said.
He misunderstood and he leaned up and kissed my mouth. "Wait. Is that not what you wanted?" He asked, when he saw my confused face.
"No. Kiss me again...between my legs," I said quietly.
"Oh!" He chuckled. "You want me to lick your pussy again?" He asked me.
I nodded quickly.
He grinned widely. "You like it?" He asked.
"Yeah. It feels really good!" I answered.
"Well, then. It's my pleasure," he murmured.
"Oh!" I gasped when he did. My clit felt like it was in a vacuum when he sucked it into his mouth again, except he rubbed his tongue all over it too, which felt so good it had me grabbing hard at the edge of the couch cushions.
"Has anyone ever done this to you before?" He asked, curiously.
I shook my head.
He chuckled. "Never?"
I shook my head again.
"Can I teach you some more?"
"I...I..." I said. I wasn't sure.
"I have condoms," he whispered.
"I'm afraid. That it'll hurt," I said.
He squinted his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. "Well, penetration could hurt at first. But it'll start feeling good after that," he said.
"Um...really?" I said.
He snickered. "I'm your biology professor. Yes," he said. "Plus I've had sex before. So I know these things," he said with a chuckle.
I blinked and then grinned at him. "Hum," I said.
He nodded. "But first let's lick you a little more. Let's get you begging," he said.
I gasped when his mouth once again kissed my clit. He sucked it into his mouth and once again rubbed his wet tongue all over it.
I looked up at the ceiling on a long moan, holding onto the couch cushions for dear life. There was a water spot there that looked kind of like a curved chili pepper. Then there was a series of cracks that together looked sort of like the state of Utah.
I closed my eyes. His tongue started fluttering around on my clit. His mouth doubled down and hard-focused on my nub. "You taste so good," he mumbled.
