It was the Monday after that fateful Friday afternoon in Professor Grant's office. I had her class at 2:30 PM and there was no way I could skip. One, it would count as an absence and I already had too many and two, it would be really obvious to Professor Grant why. I decided I would go to her class and I would look great when I did. I dug around in my closet and found a blue halter crop top and a pair of jeans. I put on a pair of espadrille wedge sandals before grabbing my backpack and leaving for class.
I reached my microeconomics class and sat down in my regular seat. Professor Grant hadn't arrived yet, so people were mulling around. I opened my notebook and took out my pens and pencils, determined to take notes today. While I was rustling around in my backpack, Professor Grant arrived. The clicking of her heels across the linoleum floors alerted me to her presence. My previous goal was now shot to hell as I took in what she was wearing today. She too was embracing the warm day wearing a chambray wrap dress that had a deep v-neck showing off those 36D's that I loved. I groaned internally and sat back up in my seat. "Alright class, it's great to see everyone on this lovely Monday afternoon." She began and sat on the edge of her desk. I immediately zone out and I don't even care. She looks hot and I'm taking advantage of the opportunity presented in front of me.
Now that I know what's under that dress, daydreaming becomes even more vivid than before. I imagined my head buried under the skirt of her dress, eating her out for hours until she came repeatedly on my tongue. I licked my lips and smirked as I remembered how good she tasted. Not too salty or sweet but just enough of both. Professor Grant often wanders around while she teaches and today was no different. When she passed me today, her eyes locked with mine before she quickly diverted her eyes from mine. I smiled to myself. She's definitely thought about me since Friday. I put the end of my pen between my teeth and nibbled on it as she walked around.
Every couple of minutes, Professor Grant's eyes would catch mine before looking away. This game continued the entire class before it was cut short by the clocking announcing it was 4 o'Clock. Everyone else got up to pack up and I joined them. I didn't want anyone to suspect anything, so I planned to come back within a couple of minutes. I left the classroom and walked outside. I walked across the quad before circling around and walking back in to the department of economics. I took the elevator to the third floor where the offices were located. I found Professor Grant's office with ease. I knocked lightly on the door but didn't get a response. I was about to knock again when I heard moaning. I pressed my ear to the door and I could hear the moaning better. Was she fucking someone else? Is it common for her to fuck her students or was it another staff member? They were definitely Professor Grant's moans, I recognized them, but I couldn't hear anyone else's. I twisted the knob slowly and found it unlocked. I slowly opened the door, so I would not startle her. I slipped into the room and surveyed the scene in front of me.
There she was, laying on her own desk spread eagle towards the door. Her heel clad feet were perched on the edge of the desk with her fingers between her legs. Her dress was still on but the skirt was flipped up onto her belly. It looked as though she was rubbing her clit but I would have to move closer to find out. I closed the door as softly as possible. When she didn't react, I knew I was in the clear. I slipped my shoes off so I would be undetected and left them by the door with my bag. I padded across the room as Professor Grant continued her onslaught on her clit. I kneeled right in front of her, her pussy was eye-level and her scent was wafting into my nose. I could hear she was close as her moans became cries and her breathing became shallower. When she was close, I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy and looked up to see her reaction. She sat up immediately and when her eyes locked with mine, I felt her explode on my tongue. Her legs latched onto my shoulders and her hands wove into my strawberry blonde locks. "Scarlett!" She cried as she rode the wave of her orgasm. I let her ride my tongue before giving small little licks until she loosened her grip on my hair and her legs fell from my shoulders. I sat back on my heels and looked at Professor Grant.
Her dirty blonde hair was frizzy and her eyes were wild with lust. She was Amanda in my eyes again, the Amanda I knew anyways. I licked my lips and tasted her juices on them. I'm sure my face was glistening with her cum and the look on Amanda's face confirmed it. "You should really be quieter when you masturbate. Or at least lock the door." I teased.
"Oh, shut up." Amanda pulled me up by the back of the neck and pressed her lips against mine. She moaned as she tasted herself on my tongue. My hands found her waist and pulled her closer to me. I smiled into the kiss as she began to unbutton my jeans. Her hands fumbled with the zipper before pulling it down. Never breaking from her mouth, I pushed my jeans down my legs. They reached my knees before I stepped back and pushed them down to my feet and stepping out of them. I pulled my crop top over my head, leaving me in just panties as I resumed kissing Amanda. I found the tie that held the dress together and undid it. The dress opened and I pushed it off her shoulders. Our chests pressed together and I moaned at the contact.
Suddenly, the memory from the end of our last romp flashed in my brain, the rushed ending and the coldness. I pulled away abruptly and I panted, trying to regain my breath. "What? What's wrong?" Amanda asked and I suddenly was aware how naked I was. I covered my breasts with my arms.
"What happened last time?" I asked vaguely.
"We had sex...?" She was looking at me like I was insane and that didn't make me feel any better.
"I mean afterwards. You kicked me out after I ate your pussy and I felt like a whore." I said hotly.
"That's because my boss was here!" She laughed and I felt even worse. It's beginning to seem like I've blown it way out of proportion. I blushed profusely and turned my head away.
"Sorry. I sound like a clingy girlfriend." I mumbled. "I should just go."
"Hey, hey, hey," Amanda wrapped her arms around my waist, preventing me from leaving. "I was not using you to get off, I think you're hot as hell. If my boss didn't show up, I would've made you cum so hard, you would forget your own goddamn name."
"Really?" I perked up.
"Of course," She smiled and her hand slipped between us, finding its way to my panties. Her slim fingers find my clit and press down on it. I responded by bucking my hips into her hand. She slides down lower and her fingers slide into my snatch with one move. As quickly as they were in, they left. She maintains eye contact with me as she lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks on them. She moans in appreciation as she licks them clean. Amanda hops off the desk and takes my hands in hers. She pulls me along as she walks backwards to the other side of the desk. "Sit." She commands and I sit on the edge of the desk. Her hands push me so I'm laying flat on top of the desk. Amanda pulled my panties down my legs, exposing my wetness to the cool room. "Hold your legs." I obey and lift my legs and hold an ankle in each hand. My glistening pussy was on full display to Amanda and she took full advantage.
She gave me a light kiss on my clit and I shuddered. She spread my pussy open with her fingers before she began. Firstly, she licked my slit up and down, making me even more aroused than I was before. I moaned loudly and Amanda stood up. "Shhh baby, there's people around."
"That didn't stop you from moaning before." I said pointedly and her response was shoving my panties in my mouth. I laughed but it turned into a moan when Amanda started to suck on my clit. My mind cleared as I felt my dreams come true. This was everything I wanted and it was even better than what I hoped. I released my ankles and held my legs open by hiking my knees to my side. I sat up on my elbow to watch her eat me out. She looked up at me and I nearly came at the sight. Her bright blue eyes staring into my hazel ones as she ravished my pussy with her tongue and her teeth. I fell back on the desk and resumed my original position. I stared up at the ceiling as shock after shock was sent through my body.
Suddenly, a finger entered my channel and I tightened my walls around it. That didn't stop Amanda as she pushed a second finger into me, forcing me to relax. When I did, she began to pump the two fingers in and out of me. She found my g-spot and curled her fingers, stroking it a couple of times and I was gone. The tension I had building up during the week and class came undone as I came on Amanda's fingers. My back arched and I let out a strangled scream as my orgasm rushed through my body. My eyes squeezed shut and my hands tightened on my ankles. Amanda didn't stop her ministrations and continued to lap at my pussy. "No, no please don't Amanda, I'm too sensitive—ah!" I let out another cry as I felt another orgasm rising in my body. My breathing began ragged as I struggled to gulp air. I let go of my ankles and tangled my hands in her hair. I tightened my grip as the nerve endings in my clit were firing at all cylinders when Amanda played with it. When the second orgasm hit me, my back arched off the desk and convulsions took over my body. Once I calmed down, Amanda released my pussy from it's torture and I lowered my legs. I sat up and looked at her.
