I have been gone for a while, but I am back and so much has changed. I am single, of course; my romance did not last forever. I was young and dumb and, turns out, not straight! I have decided I do not want to be in a relationship now, or in the foreseeable future. I love it! Every woman I am with knows I am not a commitment-type or monogamous-type person. Some women are regulars, and some just come through for the night. If I remember correctly, the last time I left you I had fallen for a college professor. My relationship with Pierce ended a while back, but he is a great guy, and we are still friends today.
I left college many years ago and have just recently gone back to grad school. In my first semester, I was taking a boring pre-req over video chat and ended up really liking my professor, Dr. Ashe Bellini. Turns out everything she teaches is in my area of concentration. I took another class with her in my second semester. About halfway through the semester, I stayed after class to ask a question. That was where this all started; it was innocent enough. We chatted for a bit, and I left. The next class, same thing. I stayed after to ask a question and it led to several minutes of talking. The next class, I left as soon as the class was over. I stayed after several times throughout the rest of the semester. The more we talked, the more I wanted to talk to her. Dr. B had dark brown hair tapered to less than a quarter-inch in the back and longer on top. She parted it to the side and put some product in it but styled it a little messy. She wore button-up dress shirts, and dress pants. Some days she wore nice men's boots and other days she would throw on a blazer and some heels. She always has on black eyeliner and lip balm. She was smart and funny...and...sexy. Anyone that knows me, knows I am a sucker for androgyny. I thought about her more and more -- wanted her more and more, but even if we were close to the same age, professors are not ethically allowed to sleep with students. If I wanted her, I was going to have to be careful and subtle. I decided to just start talking to her about anything and trying to stay after class.
At one point, while talking after class, I made a comment that begged for a suggestive reply, and she gave it, I could tell it slipped out, she said it without even thinking about it. Her cheeks turned fire red, and she started stumbling over her words. The corner of my mouth drew up in a half-smile and I looked her in the eyes for a second or two, obviously, her thoughts were dirty too. I let her off the hook by changing the subject and I left shortly after. That night, I was processing the day and I kept replaying her comment in my head with a smirk on my face. I was hooked, I needed to be closer to her. I needed to feel her body, her lips. My mind was racing. Time to be a little bolder, but how?
I didn't know how to be bolder because that is not normally what I do. I am a femme lesbian with gay panic whenever I am within 50 feet of a hot, masculine lesbian. So, I just kind of waited for an opportunity to present itself. I started dressing cuter in class, no more sweatshirts. Skirts were a staple because I have nice legs. I wanted to wear low-cut tops, but I do not have 20-year-old tits anymore, they are still pretty big, they just do not fill out a bra like they used to. While we are on the subject, I used to have hair to my butt, but I recently cut it off. It sits above my shoulders in the back and is below my shoulders in the front with long bangs, swept to the side and dyed light pink, red, and blond.
One afternoon, after class, I asked to come back to her office to chat and get some books. Dr. B said yes, of course. This was a pretty common occurrence, so I am sure she did not think anything of it. I did, she looked so freaking hot that day, I had no idea what the lecture was about. After class, we walked back to her office together and another student popped in for some help. I sat down on the floor and started going through books on the lower part of the bookshelf. When the student left, Dr. B started working on something and I continued to look through books. I was finishing up and went to stand up just as Dr. B went to grab something from the upper section of the bookcase. I suddenly found my face inches away from her belt buckle. I let out an audible gasp and froze staring. The only thing that pulled me out of my stare was the feeling of Dr. B's hand on the back of my head for a split second. I closed my mouth, shook my head, and caught her eye as I was standing up. The look on her face, I knew, the hand on the back of my head was an automatic reaction, a thought she did not intend to reveal. I instantly became wet and could feel myself swelling, pressing against my aqua blue and purple striped bikini panties. I couldn't look away, but neither could she. After what seemed like forever, but was maybe only a few seconds, I took a deep breath mustering up all the will to move from her gaze. I started gathering my stuff, "I think I am done for today, I'll just go," I started to say as I turned around. She grabbed my arm, "You don't have to," she said almost whispering.
I do not know what came over me just then, but I turned into her and pushed my body against her body and my lips against her lips. I have never been this bold in my life; I pulled my face away to look at her, to give her an out, to allow her to stop it. Instead, I found myself off-balance, "Oh yeah little girl?" she said shoving me against the door of her office. She put a knee between my legs and her hips pinned me to the wall. She grabbed the back of my head and began kissing me again, hard. I started rocking back and forth on her leg, my skirt slowly climbing up my thighs from the friction. Ok, OK, OKAY! STOP! I could hardly find the will to push her off me, but we were in her office, and it was her office hours. Someone could come to the door at any time. My skirt was around my hips, I pulled it down and ran my fingers through my hair to straighten it out. I just stared at her and she stared back. Words would not come to me, my mind was racing, I did not know what to do or say. I could not remember how to breathe. I finally took a deep breath and started gathering my stuff to leave. Dr. B put her hand on my shoulder, "are you ok?" I put my fingers up to my lips tracing where hers had just been and softly I said yes and asked if we could meet after office hours...off-campus. She agreed. We did end up agreeing to meet across town, away from campus.
