I live in a warm part of the country so when October rolled around, and pumpkin spice lattes appeared on the menu at the campus coffee shops, the temperature was still in the 80s and the weather was beautiful. It had been a week or so since I had gotten caught checking out Beth in my class, and I was still a little shocked that the whole incident had gotten me worked up enough to finger myself in my office while gawking at her social media.
The evening after that had happened, I was still extremely excited when I got home, so I took a nice long bath, soaping my boobs and giving them lots of attention but intentionally ignoring my clit so as to get more and more worked up. After drying off, I got comfortable in bed, pulled up more of Beth’s pictures and brought myself to another mind-blowing O using my magic wand. I think I mentioned that I have a bunch of different vibrators, but this one is my go-to if I’m super turned on and really want to have a good time. I did wonder if, as a Professor, I should be masturbating to pictures of one of my students, but I figured it was just a bit of innocent fun and probably all a misunderstanding on my part.
Or so I thought…
The next day, I was continuing to talk about orbital hybridization in my lecture. I glanced at Beth as she came in and took in the view as she gave me a wave and took her normal seat in the front row. She had her blonde hair in French braids, was wearing a black mini skirt with a slit in it, and another white t-shirt with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample boobs. She was rocking black sneakers this time to match her skirt. She sat cross-legged again, and I snuck some glances while pretending to fuss with my Google slides as the other students gradually traipsed into my morning class. A couple of times she glanced my way and perhaps there was a cheeky smile on her face, but I was quick to look at the lectern computer, being careful and not wanting to get caught starting again.
She’s a beautiful girl, it’s ok to look but you just need to behave.
The lecture went as planned – covering SP2 and SP3 hybridization – not the easiest topic for the students but we got through all the slides and once more I gave them a practice quiz to work on by themselves in preparation for their upcoming midterm exams. I began scanning the class again, making sure everyone was working and that none of the students were struggling with the topic. I was still stealing glances at Beth in the front row, and noticed she was staring at her quiz but seemed extra fidgety today. Like earlier, she was sitting cross-legged and her tanned legs looked incredible in her tiny black mini-skirt.
I was about to ask if she needed any help when I noticed her nipples were rock hard and poking through her thin t-shirt making it obvious she’d come to class without a bra again, and obvious she had changed her nipple piercings for rings today. She must have felt my gaze because she looked up and made eye contact with me. That’s when I noticed her cheeks were flushed and there was a yearning, even a hunger, in her eyes.
This girl is horny as fuck, I thought to myself!
She smiled seeing me looking at her then looked back to her quiz and, for the first time all class, she uncrossed her legs. Her tiny black skirt rode up her thighs, and the slit up the side meant she could push her knees far apart. Her cheeks reddened even more as I realized:
Holy Shit, she’s wearing no panties!
I felt myself blush, and I was instantly wet with excitement. My eyes widened as I realized I had to distract myself – this was the middle of a lecture! I pretended to cough and then reached for my water bottle so that I could take a moment to have a drink and compose myself. Nobody else could see what was happening as Beth was in the front row by herself, but my heart raced as she kept looking at her work but sat there with her legs spread flashing me her beautiful, shaved pussy. Occasionally she would drop a hand down and give herself a little rub, all while looking at her work.
I sat there, trying to process what was happening and unable to act because all this was going on in the middle of my class. So, I just enjoyed the view and tried to remain in control! The lecture ended, and Beth gathered her things, thanked me with a little wink for the lecture, and was gone. I had to go straight to the faculty meeting after class, and so couldn’t do anything about my aching clit which was throbbing and begging to be touched…
Faculty meeting felt like it dragged on forever as we were discussing graduate student recruiting, deciding how many students we wanted to recruit and how many students that equated to inviting for interview. Finally, the meeting let out and I made my apologies, telling colleagues I had to run to a zoom meeting. As soon as I got back to my office, I locked the door and didn’t bother to pull up any pictures of Beth. I was too out of control – I dragged my leggings and my thong down, sat back in my chair with my legs spread and pulled out the little rabbit vibrator I keep in my purse for emergencies. I turned it on the highest setting and jammed it deep into my aching pussy as I furiously rubbed my clit with my other hand! It took seconds… and I came so fucking hard that the vibrator shot out and clattered onto the floor as my vagina muscles clenched, I growled and moaned, and ripples of pleasure flooded my entire body!!!
Beth’s more daring behavior, and my developing habit of getting off while thinking about her and/or checking out her social media pictures, accomplished two things. Firstly, it was now clear that this girl had the hots for me… she had straight As and so wasn’t doing this to try and get better grades… and the intensity of my orgasms convinced me the feeling was mutual. So, apparently, I’m bi-sexual now which, to be honest, I still need to process. But I’m basically telling this tale in real time so that’s going to have to wait for another story to dig into further. Secondly, this situation presents quite a dilemma.
What do I do about this?
As her Professor, I really needed to be careful here. I didn’t have her phone number or personal email, and I certainly didn’t want to email her on a college email address that could be subject to a FOIA request down the road. Nor did I want to friend her on social media as that could probably look weird too. I decided to let this play out a bit further since I wasn’t really sure she wanted to take this further or if it was just a game to play in class for the moment. Basically, she started this and so I let her remain in control of the situation as I tried to figure out what to do next.
Her risqué attempts to flash me in class went on for the next couple of weeks. Most of the time this girl was wearing no underwear in lectures, and flashing her Professor! Sometimes though, she’d be wearing a thong and I was wondering why the change some days. Then, one Wednesday class, Beth was wearing a tiny purple miniskirt, with a matching purple thong. That’s when I noticed the tail of a purple Lovense Lush vibrator pop out!!! I know, because I have one of those at home too, but I’d never thought about wearing it to class!
Yet here Beth was sitting in class with a vibrator filling her pussy… I couldn’t believe it.
She noticed that I was blushing and that she was busted. She looked at me with an intensity that showed how worked up she was, then discreetly pushed the tail of the vibrator back inside her thong, against her clit, and appeared to tense up. She continued to stare at me, while tapping at her phone. I realized she was adjusting the speed on the App, and before long, she closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and very slightly shivered as she had an orgasm right then and there in the middle of my class! She opened her eyes, tapped her phone again, presumably to turn off the vibrator, and kissed her lips at me, a look of complete satisfaction on her face.
Ok… perhaps she does want to take this further?!
I teach lectures on Mondays and Wednesdays, and then my office hours are on Friday mornings at 10:00. Usually, five to ten students cram into my office and we go through pre-assigned problem sets to review. Students, including Beth, usually roll in between 10:00 and 10:10. Thus far in the semester she has mostly behaved during Office Hours, likely because the large number of people and small space don’t give her the opportunity for shenanigans without getting busted by her classmates in the same way the lecture hall does.
On this particular Friday, October 25th, however, there was a knock on my office door at 9:45. It was too early for my students, as they’re usually hungover after going out downtown for Thirsty Thursday and slumping in right when Office Hours start, so I figured it was one of my colleagues here to talk about research or administrative stuff. I was surprised to see Beth, dressed in black leggings and a black halter, looking amazing.
“Morning Professor S—,” she said, walking into my office. I gazed at her and smiled, blushing slightly. We have never spoken as anything other than faculty and student, and although we clearly have mutual attraction and have been engaged in clandestine sexual behavior, as noted above I hadn’t yet figured out how to contact her about this without potentially setting myself up for trouble. Too late for that now, as she wasted no time in wrapping her arms around me, pulling me in close, and I kissed another girl for the first time in my life!
Fucking Fireworks!!!!!
Our tongues intertwined, me enjoying the sensation of her tongue piercing, as she moaned into my mouth. I felt my nipples swell and blood rushed to my clit, as I crossed the professional boundaries between trainee and Professor (if I had not already), entering into a physical relationship with a student, and a female student to boot. So many emotions flooded my pounding heart, and the neurons in my brain lit up as endorphins flooded my nervous system… my body was shaking because I was so aroused from the sensation of her breasts pushing against mine, feeling her squeeze my ass through my leggings, smelling her perfume, tasting her mouth, scratching my fingernails across the small of her back, tracing them along the top of her leggings.
My heart thumped against my chest and butterflies danced in my tummy as we made out… me trying to get my tongue further into her mouth, a testament to how much I wanted this, perhaps even needed this! She moaned into my mouth as her hands explored my body… both of us high on the physical contact, yearning for each other after weeks of teasing.
Ping!
The sound of the elevator pinging outside my office and the doors opening brought me back to reality. “Shit!” I exclaimed, letting go of Beth and quickly trying to regain my composure just as Mike and Fred, two of the pre-med students in my class, came into my office and took their seats for office hours. “Hi guys,” I said, hoping that I sounded vaguely normal and didn’t look too disheveled from French kissing Beth not 1 minute before. I got through a distracted office hour, trying to process everything that had happened and somewhat stunned from this turn of events.
I also needed a reality check… if those two students had come into my office any faster, we would have been caught and that would have been bad for both Beth and I… very very bad. I had to get a handle on this, so I didn’t lose my job or get Beth kicked out of college. Office hours concluded, and the students left, Beth flashing me her customary smile on the way out.
That weekend, there were a lot of Halloween events happening. As a good goth girl, this is my favorite holiday and I really get into the Halloween spirit. I love decorating, watching horror movies and getting dressed up. Saturday night, I decided to go to the local dive bar where emerging live bands play when they stop in my city while touring. This particular night was three darkwave industrial bands – electronic music with a dark romantic bend if you aren’t familiar. I dressed up in a short black dress, black sneakers and lots of jewelry – feeling sexy – and took an uber over to the venue.
The first act was a female solo act, wearing stockings and suspenders, big black boots and a black bra top… she was beautiful and I was getting into the music, sipping on a vodka redbull and enjoying the buzz that was setting in. Her music had big sexual undertones, and I realized I was checking her out, admiring her long black hair, jelly of her amazing boobs that her top did little to cover, and getting entranced by her come-to-bed eyes hypnotizing the audience from behind sexy black eyeliner. I felt freer to look at girls in a sexual way with everything happening in my personal life, and realized I felt more confident doing so. She concluded her thirty-minute opening set, and I decided to use the bathroom before refilling my drink. I walked into the bathroom – one of those with punk rock stickers all over the wall – conscious of someone coming in after me, but not thinking anything of it given the break in the setlist.
I went into a stall, then realized someone was following me in. “Hey…” I started to protest. Then, “Beth!!!” I exclaimed as I realized it was my student, “what are you doing here?”
“Hi, Professor! Here to see my favorite band!” she answered, pushing into the stall with me and locking the door behind her.
“I really need to pee!” I said.
“Go ahead,” came her cheeky reply!
I was a bit flabbergasted, but really needed to go so, with my heart starting to race, I hiked up my short dress and pulled down my black thong, exposing myself to Beth for the first time. “Let me hold that,” she said, pointing to my thong and staring at me with lust in her eyes. I handed it to her, sat on the toilet and let a stream of hot piss go, emptying my bladder and watching intently as she bundled up my thong and held it to her face, breathing in my scent. “Mmmmmm, you enjoyed her as much as I did I think,” recognizing that my thong must have been damp from my sexual feelings about the first act. I wiped my kitten with a bit of toilet paper, and stood up facing Beth.
“I want to keep this,” she said, pushing my thong into her little purse.
I was about to say something in return, but she pushed me back against the wall in the toilet stall, looping an arm behind me and pulled me to her, planting a wet kiss on my mouth. I was helpless as I passionately kissed her back, our tongues dancing and her tongue stud again sending electric sensations straight to my clit. Her other hand was instantly up my tiny black skirt, running up my thigh, exploring my folds, rubbing my lips, smearing a mix of my honey and my piss all over me.
Any thought of resisting this, stopping this now and maintaining a sense of professionalism, it all went away as she plunged two fingers deep into my tight wet hole. I let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure, not caring who might overhear in the bathroom, as Beth stretched me open, finding the little pad of my G-spot and expertly finger fucked me. She began using her thumb on my clit, which was engorged and very very sensitive, as my pussy started dripping my juices all over her fingers. Faster and faster she fingered me, until she was furiously fucking my cunt, and I was begging her not to stop.
“Oh Beth….” was about all I could manage to say. “Keep going, it feels so good. Mmmmmmm… yes, right there. Keep doing that…. ohhhh, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!!!” I blurted out these last words as my orgasm hit, and my honey flooded all over Beth’s fingers and I collapsed against the wall, fighting to catch my breath.
“Fuck… pant… Beth… pant,” I uttered.
“I’d like that sometime,” she cheekily replied as the next band started playing. “Not now though, as my boyfriend is going to wonder what happened to me!” And with that, she gave me a last big kiss, and ducked out the stall, leaving me to clean myself up and return to the gig with no underwear on.
I left the restroom and, as this was quite a small intimate venue, I was able to locate Beth quite quickly. She was standing in front of her guy, and he had his arms around her waist. I took in the sight. Most of the audience was dressed in black clothing, but she’d opted for white. She was wearing white Docs, with knee-length socks, a tight white miniskirt, and a tight white T-shirt with the logo of the third band stretched across her boobs. Her outfit gleamed under the UV lights in the bar and her hair was in French braids again, which I decided I really liked. I think I mentioned before that she was dating this guy from the Lacrosse team. He was a good bit taller than her, had short blonde hair and lobes in his ears, was wearing a black tshirt for the same band, and had black basketball shorts on with our college logo on them. I stood off to the side, behind them, enjoying the second band but stealing glances at this couple, replaying in my head what had just happened.
I was still sneaking glances, when I saw Beth turn around and kiss him. She realized I was staring and, fixing me with a gaze, she raised her right hand up and let him suck on her fingers that, only moments ago, were fingering my pussy! This got my clit throbbing again, particularly when her guy’s eyes widened as he realized what he was tasting!
She just giggled, then turned back to watch the band. However, only because I was checking them out so intently, did I notice that her slip her hand into the waistband of his shorts and start to slowly massage his cock right in the middle of the bar. I just stood there watching and enjoyed both shows – the band laid on some eerie electronic goth music that I wasn’t familiar with but really liked, and I was impressed by the apparent size of this guy’s cock. Beth was a lucky girl it seemed! It looked huge judging by the bulge poking out of his shorts, and he just stood with his eyes closed, swaying to the music, while Beth gave him a slow and sensual hand job, her eyes fixed on the band.
I was impressed with how long he was able to last… longer than I had with her fingers inside me! After several minutes though, I saw him shudder as he came, I assumed all over her hand. My suspicions were confirmed as she removed her hand from his shorts, licked her fingers, and then took my thong out of her purse and used it to clean her guy’s jizz off. She looked back to me with a sexy little grin as she did so, holding the thong again up to her face and breathing in the musk, before placing the garment now covered in my honey and his jizz back into her purse. Her guy adjusted his spent boner and then they were again just two fans rocking out to the music.
If I hadn’t reached this conclusion already, I definitely realized this evening that Beth was trouble! However, after a moment of quick reflection, I decided I was ok with trouble!
To be continued…
