My breath catches in my throat. You can't have just said what I think you said!
I step back.
"Professor?"
Your eyes, still smiling, are roaming over my body. I watch heat come into your face.
"God, Jess. I would love to make love with you. Will you let me?"
I gulp.
"I...I'm a virgin, Professor."
You cup my face with your hands.
"I'll be very gentle with you, I promise. Besides, wouldn't you rather your first time be with someone experienced who'll know what to do and how careful to be?"
I hold my breath. I've dreamed about this moment for ages, and now that it's here, I'm terrified.
You see how I'm feeling: it's written all over my face.
"I'll go slow, and if at any point you don't like something or you want to stop, we'll stop, okay?"
You look at me, waiting.
Finally, I nod.
Your smile lights up the room.
"That's good. You're a good girl, aren't you?" You begin murmuring to me as you pull me into your body and begin to kiss me.
Your lips are gentle, teasing. My heart is pounding. My hands are still clenched in front of me, holding my shirt together. I feel you slide your warm, rough hands over them and gently loosen my hold. You lace your fingers through mine and pull my hands down to my sides, still kissing softly, patiently.
I feel my shirt melt away.
I shiver as you skim your hands over my skin from my waist, up my sides, and to my breasts. You caress my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.
You begin to kiss my jaw, down my throat, and my collar bone.
Suddenly, you slide your hands down to grab my ass and, squeezing it, lift me onto the table. You laugh, your mouth moving against my stomach, when you hear me squeal.
You move back up and capture my nipple through the cotton bra.
I gasp and arch, bringing my hands up to tunnel through your hair.
"Mmmm. Do you like that, baby girl?" You murmur and move to draw the other nipple into your warm, wet mouth. You lave me with your tongue and I feel my hips start to rock.
"MMmmm." You moan against my nipple and the vibration of your voice travels through me, making my clit tingle.
I shiver.
You run your hands along the waistband of my jeans, teasing gently. Then I feel you grab my pants and start to pull them down. You lean back, and I instantly miss your mouth on me. I'm panting now, and shaking, and you pull my pants slowly down my legs, your eyes never leaving my body.
"You're so beautiful. I love how your body looks, how it feels." I am mesmerized by you as you tug the pants completely off of me. My shoes have come off, also, and you kneel down to pick them up.
I watch you, enthralled, as you carefully put them back on and tie the little straps.
You step back to admire me. I'm now only clad in my little panties and my red strappy shoes.
You look up into my eyes.
"You are a good girl, aren't you, Jess?"
I nod.
"And don't good girls do what they're told?"
I gulp. I nod.
You walk over and retrieve a short stool from a pottery wheel. You unzip your pants, pull them down, and sit.
I can see your hard, thick erection coming up through the hole in your boxers.
"Come here."
I stand, shakily, resisting the urge to cover myself with my hands.
