It was my Junior year at the local college. My major was psychology and this semester I was taking a course called Human Sexuality. I had attended classes with most of the professors in the Psychology Department, but this particular professor I had not had. Classes with new professors always made me nervous. I mean, you don't know how they grade, how hard or easy they are or how well they teach. There is nothing worse than sitting through a lecture with a boring professor who literally reads from the book. Come on, we are college students who passed the first grade, or at least you hope. I would soon find out this professor was everything but boring.
So here I was, sitting in this classroom with twenty or thirty other students in this small rural Midwestern college wondering probably the same thing that everyone else was wondering. What kind of professor would this be and what would the class be like? I heard rumors on campus that this professor, Dr. Adamin, was very pretty, but I had my doubts. She was only on campus on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I never saw her before.
At that moment, Dr. Adamin walked through the door. She was tall, at least six foot five with long wavy blond hair down to the middle of her back. This was a big contrast to my figure which was five foot four, slim and short brown hair. Her figure was perfect. Not a bit of extras fat anywhere. She had on a tight blue blouse which showed off her chest perfectly. She was small breasted, but they were beyond perfect. She was also wearing a tight skirt almost down to her knees. Her long legs looked strong, but not overly muscular. They were still very feminine and her ass was perfect through that skirt. Of course when it comes to women I have ex ray vision anyway, even for a woman.
"Good morning class, I am Dr. Adamin, but you all may call me Julie." The whole Psychology Department preferred to be called by their first name for some reason.
"Everyone is here for Human Sexuality, right?" I am thinking "Yep, for sexuality, that's for sure, especially with you." Of course I would never say this out loud. No one knows I am bisexual except for my husband and I didn't intend to ever let that secret out, but damn, this woman was hot.
While she went on about the usual beginning of class stuff I went off to fantasy land. I imagined what it would be like to really see her naked. I wondered what her little breasts felt like. I just wanted to reach up and grab them while giving her a long deep wet kiss. My other hand would be running through her long blond hair. I longed to suck on those perfect hard nipples and reach down and feel her wet pussy which craved for long needed attention.
"Michayla" Julie calls while looking around the room.
"Michayla" she calls again. Instantly I came back to reality. Shit, she must be doing roll call already.
"Here, sorry"
"I hope you pay attention in my class from here on" she said in a very sweet and sensual way, not in any way condescending.
"Oh, I will Dr Adamin, I mean Julie." And boy I meant it. I would watch her every move. This is on class I would never skip.
Days went on and I couldn't stop thinking about how sexy, hot and beautiful Julie was. The more I thought about her the more I longed and urged for her touch. Every class period with her my pussy was soaking wet. I hung on every word she said and watched every movement. I would make up excuses to go to her office just so I could have few minutes with her to myself. I even requested a change of advisors so I would have even more excuses to go to Julie's office.
I loved her office. It was small, but dimly lit which was perfect for a passionate sexual session. She had a small lamp in the corner of the office. As you enter the door there was a long table which would work well. No couch or recliner but that was okay. It was still perfect.
Many days I fantasized in class about going into her office and closing the door of which I would be telling her upfront that she was hot and that I had to at least kiss those luscious lips of hers. If I had my way she would kiss me back passionately with her wet tongue shoved down my throat. We would share our tongues lustfully while I played with her hair. I worked my way around her back and unsnapped her bra (of course, in my world she would have no bra). I would slip off her shirt, exposing her bare breasts. She would also do the same to me. I take my hand and squeeze on of her tits gently savoring the softness and beauty of them both. I would swing her around to lay her on the long table in her office. By now we are both entirely naked and admiring one another. I kiss gently on her luscious little tits and take her whole tit in my mouth. God it's soft and smells so good. She moans with pleasure while I slide my hand down to her wet pussy. She is completely shaven and it so full and soft, not to mention hot. She moans more and more as I slide my fingers between her lips and feel for her clit. It's not hard to find and I rub my fingers over her clit while I give her intense pleasure. I do this for awhile until she begs me to let her come. I don't let her, at first and then I slide my mouth down her sexy tummy and finally reach her pussy with my tongue. I shove my tongue into her hole while she is moaning. I know she wants to moan louder, but she can't because others might hear. I take my tongue out of her pussy hole and lick her clit while I slide three fingers into her sweet vagina. She keeps moaning. I fuck her with my fingers and lick her clit at the same time until she comes. She clenches my arms and damn this woman has strength, but I don't care at this point. She is trying hard not to scream in ecstasy. She not only comes but squirts as well totally drenching my face in her sweet juices. I have to swallow to keep from gagging.
"Michayla, what is the hormone responsible for sexual desire?" asks Julie in the middle of my fantasy.
"Michayla?" she asks again.
