Wall flower to seductress, the sexual evolution of former chubby girl by TulsaTime39
This story is about a shared wife/girlfriend and contains group sex, lesbian and anal sex, if any of those topics offend you, do yourself a favor and read no further.
The reason my family and friends think I divorced my first wife was because she was a slut and cheated on me. That's only partly true, the reason I started dating her in the first place was that she was a slut, we divorced because she never included me in any of her slutty escapades.
My sexual kinks were established in my teens reading Penthouse forum, and similar publications, Gallery magazine was one of my favorites. When the World Wide Web came into being I quickly found websites that featured erotica and discovered the writing of authors J. Boswell, Warthog, and Silkstockinglover. Their writings never failed to get a rise out of me more so were the ones about shared wives, especially those where she was innocent and reluctant but once started became insatiable. I suppose it is a male equivalent of what Freud referred to as "penis-envy" in women, I may be envious of a lady's ability to have endless orgasms and sex continuously for long periods of time. Whatever the reason it remains my primary kink.
I had been divorced for a little over five years when Kimberly entered my classroom and life. She was painfully shy but a very attentive and determined student. She was taking night classes at the community college at which I teach to better her career opportunities at the bank where she was a teller. It had been over eight years since she graduated high school and she confessed as to never being good in math so she enrolled in my Math Prep course, a zero-level course that refreshes or teaches the prealgebra that students should have learned in their public education. She struggled with the concepts and after earning a single digit score on the first exam came to me for help. I reviewed her homework and quizzes as well as the exam and praised her for her proper use of the processes I had taught and encouraged her by telling her that there was no reason someone as intelligent as her would not do well in my class. I reminded her of my open classroom period immediately following her class, in which all my students are welcome to come for added instruction, and that my students may schedule private tutoring with me when not in class.
Starting the next day, she was in the open classroom every day, even on the days she didn't have class and as the next exam approached, she scheduled private tutoring with me. All my tutoring is conducted in my classroom with the door open, I like my job and am not about to put it at risk. I got to know a lot about Kimberly in our conversations around the lessons. Once she was comfortable with me, her shyness disappeared and a confident, intelligent, young lady immerged with a razor-sharp wit, a hilarious sense of humor, and tenacity that I couldn't help but admire. She shared that she had never been asked on a date, never kissed a boy, never even been to an R-rated movie. Her apartment was blocks away from her parent's home and she visited them and attended church with them every weekend. I thought she was a great kid. She is 15 years younger than me closer to my daughter's age than mine.
I dated when I was in the mood but never a student, and never with any expectation of longevity, I was burned so badly in my first marriage that I was certain I would never marry again, and I was happy with that. When I got overly horny, I would go out and pick someone up in a local bar or call one of my steady fuck buddies.
With both my kids grown and out of the house my home was a quintessential bachelor's pad one bedroom was filled with workout equipment, one with a pinball machine, pool table, and a vintage Pacman, one as a spare bedroom and my bedroom is done tastefully in muted earth tones and designed for comfort. My garage held my tools and toys, my Harley, four-wheeler, pickup and SUV. The boats stay at the lake house. I liked my life and held no desire to change a thing. And if I did Kimberly wasn't physically my type. I tend to go for ethnic ladies, darker complexion, Hispanic, Asian, or Native American, short (Kimberly does meet that one, she is only 5'1".) I like a nice ass, not that gross Kardashian cellulite beachball, but firm athletic bubble butts. As for breasts, I seem to love them whether they are "A" cups or "H's" or anywhere in between.
I guess I should describe what Kimberly looked like at the time. As I said, short at five-one, deep auburn waist length hair (she was raised Pentecostal and had only recently cut it from being to her knees). I only know this because during one class as she tried to remove her coat a button caught in the bun she always wore. She had to let her hair down to free the jacket. One of her classmates commented that she had beautiful hair, she quietly mentioned that she had just cut over 18 inches off, and she quickly wrapped it back into a bun.
She had huge breasts, I have no idea how large, somewhere between cantaloupes and basketballs, yet her belly was larger, I swear she was as round as she was tall. She dressed in those frumpy long skirts that Pentecostals wear, with her hair in that tight bun. Very pale Caucasian complexion, and a strikingly beautiful round face, even with the absence of any make-up she was gorgeous, a pert little nose, full lips that formed a heart shaped pout, full eyebrows that drew attention to her stunning blue eyes laced with specks of silver, perfectly straight and brilliantly white teeth, high cheek bones sprinkled with just a hint of freckles, and little dimples whenever she smiled, which was almost all the time. Except of course when she tried to learn math.
Kimberly's emotions were as transparent as glass, her facial expression giving away every mood, frustration, or joy. As an instructor I naturally look for ways to encourage my students especially when they are struggling, I treated Kimberly no different. I began to notice that the slightest praise or encouragement directed toward Kimberly resulted in immediate smiles, dimples and a determination to show her worthiness, which invariably resulted in her performance in class improving exponentially. By the end of the semester, she was one of my top students easily earning an "A". Teaching in a community college it is not unusual to have students for several semesters, I ended up with Kimberly as a student for the following spring and fall semesters before she graduated. She was a regular in my open classroom and began to peer tutor lower-level students. She was a natural. I wasn't surprised when she informed me that she was changing her major to education and wanted to teach middle school math, she hunted me down at graduation to introduce me to her parents as her "favorite teacher of all time." I was humbled by the sentiment and in turned bragged that she was perhaps the best student I ever had. I wished her well and thanked her parents for the pleasure of meeting them and expected never to see her again as most of my students go onto lives apart from college it is just the way things are, some you remember, some you can't wait to forget.
It had been over a year since Kimberly was in my class when I received a request from the local state university teacher's college to mentor a student teacher. The student's name listed on the communication was not one I recognized, which is not unusual as I frequently serve as a mentor instructor for education majors to get their teaching practicum, most I have not met prior to their being assigned to me. I am always happy to help a young teacher get started so I immediately accepted the charge. Kim Rogers would coordinate with me during the summer and do her student teaching in the fall.
Just after Independence Day I received an email from Ms. Rogers. Over the next few weeks, we did the coordination to get her approved to be on campus, have access to our information systems, networks and student records. We collaborated on what lessons she would assist, and which she would teach solo. I, of course, would be there for every class as would she. In our emails and brief phone conversations she seemed to really have it on the ball yet never mentioned that she had been a student of mine.
Being a college professor, I am accustomed to seeing lots of beautiful, fit young people so a shapely pair of legs, in-your-face cleavage, or well-proportioned buttocks clad in painted on tights are not unusual observances. On our prep day which is the week before students arrived for classes but were scampering around campus getting enrolled and locating their classrooms, when a gorgeous deep auburn red headed young lady with breasts testing the tensile strength of the buttons of her too tight blouse, and a miniskirt that exposed a band of snow white flesh above lace-topped leggings that encapsulated two very shapely legs stepped into my office, I assumed it was a student needing directions or wishing to meet her professor.
"Professor Gaines, I am so thrilled that you were willing to mentor me, you are just the best teacher ever."
She stepped up to me and stopped so close it did not leave me room to stand as I always do when anyone enters my office. Then bent at the waist to lean in and wrap my head in a lingering hug. The result of her stance and my sitting position brought my face tight into the
ample cleavage she displayed, my nose nestled between two ivory globes. For a moment I
considered motor-boating, but thankfully decorum provided the better judgement. I did, however, relish the sight, lovely scent, and soft warmness that pressed to both sides of my face. It was only when she released me, stood straight, and stepped back that I was able to get a long look at her face, which immediately seemed familiar, but not quite. She struck me as looking a lot like Hayden Winters. Then recognition.
"Kimberly? Wow! Look at you. You look great."
