The day was drawing to a close, Professor Myers was gathering up her materials after her last class of the day. It had been a long day, her body was stiff, her voice strained and she was looking forward to heading home for the weekend. As she packed away her things, her mind wandered to some of her previous Friday night routines in a different season of life. The anticipation of seeing her partner Lynn, meeting for a drink, going to see some live music, a night brimming with the potential for intimacy.
It had been over a year since she lost her, but not enough time for the notion of being alone in a world without her to feel more like anything than a bad dream. She knew the night that awaited her now was going to probably involve immersing herself in erotic fiction, grazing for amateur lesbian porn and hopefully finding release for the unsatisfied carnal urges that still churned inside her. Stephanie while a stoic academic by day, had always been an intensely sexual being. Her appetites had only grown more demanding as she had matured. Her partner Linda had played a large part in this growth, breaking down barriers and challenging preconceptions on what was possible in the realm of sexual exploration.
While these evenings alone were not as connective, she was looking forward to stirring her mind and body and finding satisfaction in a fashion that had become her new normal. She had actually found that her drive was becoming more un-caged, her thoughts drifting more during the day where as in the past she had been able to separate her worlds with a greater degree of control. She could even now feel a warmth building between her legs. She enjoyed the sensation, squeezing her thighs together she could feel the moist ripeness of her sex waiting to be attended to.
A voice pierced her thoughts, startling her a bit.
"Professor Myers, do you have a moment?"
One of her students was standing in the doorway. The face took a few seconds to register, Alyssa was not one of her more outgoing students, usually sitting in the back of the room, attentive, but reserved. She was attractive in a wholesome, unpretentious way. A slightly rounded face, freckles and understated make up further illustrated her desire to avoid attention.
"Of course Alyssa, how can I help you?" Forcing herself to quickly shift back into her professional persona.
"I was hoping to talk to you about our upcoming assignment, do you have a moment?"
Stephanie sensed a tension in the young woman, but in the moment she chalked it up to shyness.
"Uh yeah, I was just heading back to my office for a bit before leaving for the day, would you like to join me?"
She was not thrilled with the prospect of extending her day, but she tried to be available for her students and there was an unspoken urgency in the young woman's face.
"That would be great Professor."
As they walked the campus heading back to her office, making small talk along the way, Stephanie could feel the cool autumn air licking at the moisture from her sex. She could smell Alyssa's perfume in the breeze and she begin to enjoy what she imagined would be her last taste of socialization before a weekend of solitude.
As they arrived at the hallway leading to Professor Myer's corner office she noticed Alyssa's responses were becoming increasingly short, as if she was pre-occupied or distracted. She opened the door, clicked on the light and closed the door behind them.
"Please have a seat." Stephanie said as she moved toward the coat hanger next to the door.
Alyssa stood motionless, as if she was lost in a world of her own.
Professor Myer hung her coat and turned towards the girl.
"Alyssa are you ok?"
Abruptly the girl turned and without making any eye contact, she took a step toward the Professor and dropped to her knees. In a quick motion she lifted Stephanie's dress up and buried her face at the apex of her legs.
To say that Stephanie was shocked would not do justice to the reality bending wave that washed over her at that moment. It was like being frozen in place, looking down at the top of the girls sandy brown hair as her face disappeared under her skirt. In that moment it was as if this was all happening to someone else and she was observing it from some higher vantage point.
In any other point in Stephanie's life the risk management portion of her brain would of rushed into action and called a stop to this unexpected advance, but the ground work had been laid inside her nature, the field had been tilled for a sensual adventure and her subconscious wanted this more than she even knew.
So seconds turned to minutes, not a word said, her back leaning against the cold, hard wall. The only sound that disturbed the quiet office late on a Friday afternoon when most had left for the weekend was the suckling and murmuring sounds rising up from beneath her. While her legs had gradually parted, she had resisted the temptation to extend her hand down to caress Alyssa's hair. Some portion of her viewed the touching as the official line of consent, as if just standing there accepting having her crotch lapped through her now sodden panties by a first year student wasn't condemnable on it's own.
This false barrier was breached, however, when Alyssa pulled the Professor's panties to the side and applied the roughness of her tongue to the hot flesh of her outer lips. Stephanie gasped, almost overcome by the sensation, her legs beginning to shake, both hands reaching down to cup the back of her students head. She took the bunched up edges of her dress from the girl's hands and raised them even higher, wanting to see fully what she was now feeling in her core. The young freckled face student's face buried between her parting folds, her neck crooked upwards at an unnatural angle. It was a surreal sight almost as erotic as the feelings of moist devotion she was receiving from the eager woman's mouth.
