It was during my freshman year away at college. I was in my last class for the week which happened to be English Literature. My professor, Professor Lynn, was a middle aged lady with longer, curly, brown hair which she usually kept pulled back or up in a twisted bun. She wasn't an unattractive woman by any means. In fact, I had often overheard a few guys talk about how they'd fuck her if given the chance to do so, saying that she could probably teach them a thing or two. Professor Lynn was very intelligent and well respected around campus by both her students and her colleagues. She was also a very fun professor and very lively and animated when delivering her lectures in class. Physically, she had very beautiful, distinctive facial features, a slim body, and a great set of legs. I hadn't seen her but a few of the students had said that they had seen her out jogging in the mornings and in the evenings in the local gym with her husband.
It was on a Friday evening after class, I had left my umbrella behind when I was rushing to get back to my dorm before bad weather moved in. I quickly moved back into the building and bound up the steps for the classroom. It was nearly dark in the hallway as most of the lighting was off since the only other class on the floor had let out an hour just prior to ours. I slowed my pace as I approached the room, still seeing the lights. I assumed that Professor Lynn was still in, possibly wrapping up some work before leaving.
I didn't bother knocking as I saw that the door was still partially opened, so I went right in. Professor Lynn greeted me and asked my hurry. I told her that I didn't want to be out when it started raining so I needed to get my umbrella and back across the quad quickly. She smiled and told me that she thought that I had real potential in her class. I blushed, thanking her for her kind words. She paused, then asked if I would join her and her husband for dinner that evening. Not wanting to go back out later in the pouring rain to grab a quick bite in the commissary, I accepted. "Good, then it's settled." she said, grabbing her bag and leading me out the door.
While walking down to her car we talked about school and if I was comfortable in my classes yet and about which professors I had for other classes. She gave me advice on a few whom she was familiar with and a few she had met briefly. We left campus in her car and drove through town. It was now raining pretty hard out while we made our way down the narrow side streets leading to her home. Once there, she pulled up nearby to the front and informed me that we'd have to 'make a run for it' to her front porch, which was covered, luckily. As we exited the car, the rain came down hard on us both and by the time we had made it onto her porch, we were both soaked.
She opened the door and invited me inside. She dropped her bag and removed her jacket before leading me into the kitchen. It was there that I met her husband, Mike, who was already busy preparing dinner. I couldn't be sure of what it was but it had a funny Italian name when he pronounced it. He was an attractive man and together they were a very nice looking couple. Professor Lynn offered some dry clothing to me and offered to dry my soaked clothes. I changed in the bathroom into a sweatshirt and shorts, which she lent me, taking my wet clothes to dry.
I returned to find the table set and dinner being served. Professor Lynn offered me a glass of wine with dinner as Mike poured. It was delicious. It had a good, fruity taste and seemed to compliment the meal very well. Our dinner conversation mostly consisted of me mostly fielding questions from Mike and Professor Lynn about my family, childhood, and my home town. I didn't mind opening up and sharing since it beat sitting in my dorm room eating crummy cafeteria food on a rainy night.
After dinner, Professor Lynn invited me into their living room while Mike cleaned up. We talked more while she put on some music which I didn't recognize. She told me it was from an opera that she and Mike had once seen while touring Italy many years ago as a young couple after they first married. Mike soon rejoined us with more wine, joining his wife on the sofa. Sitting across from them, I watched as Mike kissed her gently on the mouth while she ran her fingers through his hair. This went on for a few moments before they remembered that I was also sitting there.
Mike started apologizing for being rude and ignoring that I was there when Professor Lynn stood up. Taking my hand, she pulled me up from my seat and invited me to join them on the couch. I sat, feeling a bit awkward. Professor Lynn smiled at me and told me that she had noticed that I had been looking at Mike during dinner. She then told me that she sometimes invites students who she feels are special to her home for dinner... and to make love to them.
Not knowing what to say, I sat there, my mouth agape. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and what seemed to be going down. Professor Lynn now leaned into me and kissed me on the mouth. Her lips were soft and inviting as I kissed her back. She slowly maneuvered her tongue into my mouth, pulling me closer to her. We embraced tightly and continued our probing of each other's mouths as I felt her hands now exploring my body and lifting the sweatshirt up and over my head, exposing my naked breasts. I could feel the warmth building between my legs and the wetness deep within me now as I pulled her blouse open and unhooked the front clasp of her bra, allowing her breasts freedom as well.
While we continued kissing, Mike stood up and removed his shirt before helping Professor Lynn the rest of the way out of her blouse and bra. He had a very thick chest of hair and I reached up using my right hand and ran my fingers through it while I continued kissing his bride while she fondled me. My head was spinning a little from the wine but I hadn't had sex since I had first arrived to college and I was now really worked up and horny as Hell.
