[m25/f18] Apparently she had a thing for her TA [Long-ish]

It was a long semester. I’d taught the course three times before since I started grad school, and it was always about as exciting as watching paint dry. Take the attendance, give the lecture, hand back the papers, go home and grade the exams. It’s not a terribly exciting career, but it has it’s perks. Many of which are the students themselves.

Every day I get up there, usually bleary eyed and hungover from the night before, shirt half tucked in, and tie too long on the wrong end. I fiddle with my notes for a few minutes as the students file in, and finally look up. There before me, day after day, a room full of bright eyed, perky young women, all eager to hear what I have to say. I’m running seminars for the Social Work program this year, so this class of 40 students only has a handful of guys. I never notice them. Don’t even know their names. You wouldn’t either, not for all the leggings, crop tops, short skirts, halter tops, and yoga pants sitting in front of you. Most of the time, it’s just overwhelming. A sea of gorgeous girls fiddling with their buttons, playing with their hair, or sucking on their pen caps. But every once in a while, there’s that one. A cut above the rest. This was Katie.

I noticed her first about three weeks into the course, as I went around the room handing back their first assignments. Normally a menial task, I glanced over the top of her paper as I passed by and nearly tripped. The girl sitting in front of me had to be one of the prettiest women I’d ever seen. Full lips, long brown hair, stunning green eyes, and high high cheekbones. She wore a tight white top with a dangerously plunging neckline. Looking back, I really have to applaud whatever bra she was wearing that day, because I have never in my life seen a pair of tits pushed up that high. It was all I could do not to do not to lose myself in her cleavage. With a deep breath, I forced myself to move on as quickly as I could.

The next 9 weeks were torture. Every day, I would get to class early, just to watch Katie walk into the room, each day admiring her more and more. Aside from being a brilliant student, she was at least 6 feet tall, had a beautifully toned stomach, ample hips, and just the most heart-stopping smile I’d ever seen. Her wardrobe seemed to consist exclusively of crop tops, skin tight white shirts, and jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. Now, I might not be perfect, but I do have a certain moral compass. I knew I could never do anything with her, not while she was in my class. I’ve heard of TAs who fucked their students before, and it never ends well for them. And as often as I liked to look, sexualizing my students was a rabbit hole I generally tried to avoid. Besides that, she really was truly brilliant; her grades were through the roof, and other profs would talk about how much promise she showed. In the end, I decided to be content with the fact that she was a beautiful young woman with a bright career ahead of her.

The rest of the semester ticked away, much as any other. As christmas neared, I settled into a melancholy that always hits when I realize that I’ll have to say goodbye to my students. I like teaching, I like watching them grow as individuals and whatnot. But more than that, I knew I would likely have to say goodbye to Katie. The day of the final exam rolled around and the time came. I watched, almost as if in slow motion as she put her pen down, swept her long hair over her shoulder, and rose gracefully from her seat. As she walked towards me, I knew with certainty that I might never see a woman so beautiful in all my life.

“All finished?” I asked, trying not to sound glum.

“Yes, thanks so much for a great semester. This was my favourite class for sure” She said with a smile.

I told her I was flattered, and that it was a pleasure to have had her. I offered a recommendation if she ever needed one for her placement.

“Thanks!” She said. It felt damn good to see her so happy. “Will you get any time off for the holiday?”.

“Not much,” I replied, indicating the growing pile of exams that were rolling in, “it’s right back to the office tomorrow to grade these I’m afraid”.

“Awh well do try to have a little fun. I really hope to see you around”. And like that, she gathered her bag and left the room, turning to wave quickly.

My alarm went off at 5 the next morning, as it did most mornings. I sat up grumpily and went about my morning routine of getting some water in me before going for a run. I tried to keep in good shape; grad school really wears on you mentally, so it’s critical to keep physically well. 3 years of this routine meant that, at 6’4″, I cut a decent figure in a mirror. Not half bad, I thought to myself. Not half bad at all.

I had one last exam to administer later that day, so I was in full professional regalia, which meant a cheap shirt, cheap tie, and cheap blazer. Hardly the stuff of legends. Either way, I almost dropped the stack of papers under my arm when I saw who was sitting outside my office.

“Katie?”

She smiled and stood, asking if she could talk in my office. I fumbled the keys out of my pocket, noting that she wore a campus hoody and sweat pants today.

“Just give me a sec to get settled here” I said with my back to her, dropping papers and trying to hide a weeks worth of coffee cups on my desk. Had I been less focused on hiding my mess, I might have heard the door close behind me. Or the zipper of her hoodie.

“So is there anything I can do for…” I turned around and there, shamelessly bare in front of me, Katie stood holding the sides of her hoodie wide open, biting her lip, looking for all the world like she’s just been caught doing something naughty.

“Jesus christ” I whispered.

“Shh” was all she said before crossing my small office and kissing me, hands on my face. I slipped my hands around her waist, feeling her cool skin, so soft to the touch. Without breaking the kiss, she wiggled her way out of the sweater, and continued to work her lips while pulling at my tie. I reached up to give her a hand but she slapped my hand away, giggling all the while. I took her head in my hands and god it felt so good to hold her. It might sound odd, but I could tell from her kisses that she was smiling ear to ear.

She clawed at my belt, hurriedly undoing my button, all as she leaned against my chest, forcing me back against the edge of my desk. She broke the kiss and pulled back, grinning as she asked me if it was okay.

“God yes, yeah, it’s. yeah”

She gave a short laugh and bit it off, not wanting to be heard by anyone in the department. She stepped back quickly and dropped her sweats to the floor, but before I could appreciate the lacy black thong she had on, she was on her knees in front of me, tugging my slacks down to my ankles. It should go without saying that I was already harder than I had been in living memory. At 8 inches, I’d never had a complaint about my size before, but Katie had quite obviously never seen its equal.

“okay whew” I heard her say under her breath before she swung her hair behind her, took it in both hands at the base, and tried to swallow the whole thing at once. I say ‘tried’ in the most appreciative, affectionate way possible, because as soon as she made it about halfway down, she gagged hard and loud.

“Sorry” she chuckled, not waiting for any answer before popping her lips around the head. Fuck that was good, and I told her so too. Her little moan told me that she had heard me as she played around my head in her mouth. Gently, she gave her head a little bob, testing the waters a bit, still hanging on with both hands. Another little bob, and another. She slowly settled into a bit of a rhythm as I gripped hard at the edge of my desk. It was obvious she wasn’t about to take it all in again anytime soon, but she was obviously growing more and more confident, beginning to synchronize her sucking with firm strokes of her hands. It was all I could do to keep it together. Part of me wanted to cover her pretty little face in cum right there, but an overwhelming urge to be inside of her overtook me, so I looked down to invite her up for some air.

I almost lost it there and then. Just as I glanced down, she looked up at me, and dead in the eyes, and it was like that day in class all these weeks ago. Eyes of the deepest green, marbled with hazel, set and framed by the most stunning face. She knew what I was about to say before I even said it. She rose and stood before me, covered only by a scrap of lace, demure yet confident. Statuesque, this girl rivalled anything my wildest dreams could have fabricated. All of the credit I had previously given to good pushup bras was undone; full, flawlessly round, and seemingly impervious to the laws of physics, her D-cups somehow managed to be perky and pert. I had to have her.

I pulled her in for a kiss, and she undid my shirt buttons, pulling away to tug it over my head. She dropped it on the floor and stepped around me to bend at the waist over my desk, pulling the strings of her thong down while I stood and looked in utter disbelief. Katie must have squatted for a living, because God himself couldn’t have sculpted a finer ass.

She said only one work when she turned to look back.

“Please”.

I was more than happy to oblige. I stepped up behind her reaching up under her to feel for where I was going, only to find her pussy flooded already. I pressed the head of my cock against her slit and she spread her legs just a little wider. Slowly, I eased into her. She was tight. She was so so tight. Nevertheless, I continued to slide into her, stopping only when I heard a sharp intake of breath as she leaned forward a bit.

“Sorry” I muttered.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just big”. She looked back. “Keep going”.

Not wanting to disappoint, I did as I was told. Wrapping my big hands around her petite waist, I built a steady rhythm, making sure not to hurt her again. The pair of us, trying to avoid detection, worked hard to remain silent, but after two or three minutes, it almost got to be too much for Katie.

“Fuck” she squeaked, slapping a hand to her mouth. She held it there, resorting to low moans. With her other hand, she held hard to the opposite side of the desk. She was close now, and I wanted to make her cum more than anything else, but we couldn’t afford for her to be noisy about it.

“Oh fuck I think I’m gonna…” she started, looking back frantically. Spotting the tie cast aside earlier, she scrambled for it, balling it up and biting down hard. To her credit, she tried her best. Teeth clenched, eyes screwed tight, her legs quaked and her back muscles clenched hard over and over. Still, she hardly made a peep for the half a minute that she rode out the powerful orgasm.

I hadn’t cum, not having put a condom on, so I pulled out of her once she had stilled. She brushed her hair back away from her face and deftly swung herself around to sit squarely in front of me. Her face was red and I could tell the effort to keep quiet had been hard for her, but she swiftly wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in close. I felt so at home wrapped in her arms as she kissed me deep. She reached down with her left hand as her kisses worked along my jawbone, down my neck, and as she guided my cock back inside of her, she bit hard to my collar bone. She wrapped her arm back around me and held tight around my back, burying her face in my chest and starting to rock her hips. Her little panting built in intensity as I held her close, one arm around her lower back, the other behind her so i could hold the back of her head in my hand. Apparently she had relaxed considerably since we began, because her legs clenched and I found myself buried to the hilt in her wet, warm pussy. The second orgasm came much quicker than the first as her hips moved at a desperate pace. She looked up at me, mouth open, ragged breaths coming fast, panting “I’m..I’m..”.

“I know” I whispered back with a chuckle. She bit down hard on her bottom lip every muscle in her body tightened. She never broke eye contact for a second, though a high pitched squeal rose from her throat, pitched so that I’m sure only dogs might have heard.

She slumped against my chest, panting heavily, a light sheen of sweat beading on her forehead. I held her close and smiled wide, realizing I was still inside of her. We stayed there like that for maybe 2 or 3 minutes, just holding each other. I kissed the top of her head and I felt her smile into my chest. She scooted her bum back and pulled me out from inside of her, wrapping her hands around sticky, wet cock. She began to stroke while she talked.

“Do you have any idea how distracting it is trying to pay attention in class with you up at the front of the room, all handsome as hell and smart as fuck”. She pecked me on my lips and continued with her hands. “Or do you have any idea how many other girls are laying in bed fucking themselves while they dream about what I just got to do”. I couldn’t hold out much longer, no matter what I did. She knew it too, it must have been written all over my face. “Come on then big mister TA, let me have it”.

I groaned deep as she leaned back just in time for me to unload all over her stomach and chest. Seven, eight, nine ropes of hot cum drenched her perfect body, and I swear I’ve never seen a woman smile wider that Katie did as each splashed against her finely toned body. Abandoning pretences of silence, she laughed melodically as she wiped a little bit off her right nipple and sucked it off her finger.

I felt weak in the knees and my head swam. The cleanup took time, but we laughed together as I used some Subway napkins to wipe the cum off of her body. Was it classy, no. Was it the most fun either of us had ever had? Absolutely. Once we were both dressed she said she had another exam that afternoon, and asked if she could sit and study in my office for a bit while I graded. We opened the door to avoid suspicion, but after 10 or 15 minutes of working quietly at either side of my desk, I felt her hand close over mine. I looked up but she was grinning into the textbook in her lap. I smiled contentedly, went back to my marking, and the rest is history.

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