Grad school: Sex with a professor from another university [m/f]

Some of you might remember me. I posted under a different ironman name up until recently. I deleted my account, because it got hacked. Some of the stories I posted over the last couple of years are gone forever from reddit, so I figured I would come back and start posting some old ones to make sure they aren’t lost. I will post new stories as well when I have a chance. (New stories will come I promise). Here is an old one. Hope you enjoy:

***Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.***

I walked into the classroom and sat down at the table. A few of my classmates were already sitting down making small talk. There were still about ten minutes until the start of class. This wasn’t a typical day of class, because there was a guest speaker scheduled and we didn’t know what to expect.

It was my second year of grad school and life was stressful. Nearly every waking hour was spent studying or doing something else school related. As I sat in my chair waiting for those few minutes to pass I felt tension in my shoulders and neck. The stress of another day was weighing on me. A couple of minutes later the professor entered the room with the guest speaker. The last few students entered as well.

Our professor (Dr. Thomas) introduced the class to the guest speaker (Dr. Hayes). Dr. Thomas was always charming, so it wasn’t surprising that she introduced Dr. Hayes in a very charming way. I was instantly engaged in what she had to say. Dr. Hayes was a professor from another university nearby. She appeared fairly young for a professor, but it was hard to tell exactly how old she was. She was very cute and projected a subtly sexy vibe. She was around 5’5” petite, short brown hair, brown eyes, B cup, cute average ass, and kind of reminded me of Natalie Imbruglia. She had on a grey skirt that hit just above her knees, a form-fitting sweater, and wore sort of cat-eye shaped black glasses. I was transfixed.

Dr. Hayes spoke to us for about an hour about some interesting research she was conducting. Her voice was timid yet she didn’t seem nervous, it was endearing. I could not take my eyes off of her the entire time. A couple of times she caught me staring at her a little too long. Obviously during a presentation you expect the audience to look at you, but prolonged intense stares are a different story. When she caught me she quickly looked away and even smirked once. I couldn’t tell if she smirked, because she was flattered or if it was just because she thought it was funny. Maybe it was both.

Anyone who went to college has probably experienced what I just had at some point. The professor, guest speaker, or teaching assistant you found attractive and stared at a little too much when they spoke in front of the class. It’s fun to fantasize about something happening, but you know it likely will not. Class ended and I gathered my things. I walked past Dr. Hayes on my way out and thanked her for coming to speak and told her I really enjoyed it. At the last second I decided to mention how something she said made me think differently about a research project I was working on. Her eyes lit up and we ended up talking for a few minutes about it. She thought it was really interesting and told me if I have any questions along the way to shoot her an email. She gave me her card and we said goodbye.

On my walk home I couldn’t stop thinking about how adorable Dr. Hayes was. She seemed very sweet and it was so cute how she lit up when talking academics. She was like a cool summer breeze on the sweltering day that was my life at the time. It hit me a few moments later that it was likely nothing would come from this. I went from feeling tingly to feeling down. She was a professor, which made anything romantic seem inappropriate to me. However, she was a professor at another university, not mine. I still figured she wasn’t too interested in getting involved with a grad student in her field. On top of that, she was a friend of Dr. Thomas, which complicated things even further. There was also the real possibility that she wasn’t in to me anyways, so none of this would matter. Hell, maybe she was married. I forgot to check for a wedding ring. I got home feeling a bit bummed.

I decided to do the obvious and google Dr. Hayes. I figured out that she was actually younger than I thought. She was only five years older than me. She went straight from grad school to being a professor. I couldn’t find definite conformation, but it seemed like she wasn’t married. A boyfriend on the other hand, I had no idea.
After a few days my brief little obsession with Dr. Hayes sort of went on the backburner. I was busy with grad school and knew there wasn’t really anything I could do to pursue her that wouldn’t qualify as unprofessional. I still thought of her here and there and would fantasize.

About two months later I was working on the project I spoke to her about. I came a cross something that prompted me to think back to Dr. Hayes’ presentation. I decided to email her a question about it. I really wasn’t trying to look for an excuse to email her, but was glad that one came up. When I wrote her I made no assumptions that she would even remember me. I re-introduced myself and asked my question. She responded about an hour after I sent it and said, “Hi, of course I remember you! How are you?………etc.”
She seemed very happy to hear from me, or maybe she always seemed that excited in emails. We went back and forth quite a few times that day discussing my question, which prompted other questions and further discussion. It got to a point where email seemed inefficient. I wasn’t going to pull the trigger on saying we should meet sometime and talk through it, because I didn’t really feel like it was my place. Luckily I didn’t have to.

The next day as we continued to email she finally said, “Hey, what do you think about just meeting sometime this week to talk this over in person? It would probably be more efficient.” I told her I was up for it. We figured out a time to meet. We met in her office. I was really hoping she would ask to meet somewhere less formal like a coffee shop, but that didn’t happen. The formal meeting environment made me feel like this probably wasn’t going anywhere.

I got to her office, which was small but very nicely decorated. When she saw me enter a huge smile came across her face. We shook hands and made a little small talk. She was even more adorable and sexy than I remembered. I looked around for pictures of boyfriends or husbands and saw none. That was a decent sign. We started talking about research and again it was so cute watching her get excited when she talked research. We talked for nearly two hours. We talked mostly about research, but towards the end the conversation turned more casual. I kept making her laugh. For some reason my sense of humor really aligned well with her and I had her cracking up.

We got to know each other quite a bit in the last half hour I was there. I found out she had only lived in the area for a few years and is originally from Canada. Once she told me I immediately began to notice a slight Canadian twinge to her accent. I think I got a little too comfortable towards the end. I asked her if she was married. At the time it didn’t seem too forward, because we were just talking about life, so I figured it flowed well. She smiled and seemed to blush a little and said no, she is a busy woman and doesn’t have time for that kind of thing and laughed. I could tell the question made her slightly uncomfortable. I hoped it was, because she was interested in me. She told me she had to get to another meeting, but that it was really nice to talk to me. Our research discussion pretty much reached its conclusion during our meeting. I was disappointed that I didn’t really have any reason to email her or meet with her again.

A few months passed without any communication with Dr. Hayes. I ran across something online about an upcoming conference that was directly related to some of the research Dr. Hayes and I both do. The conference was in our city, so it didn’t require any travel. I decided to email her and ask if she was going to be attending. Surprisingly she wasn’t even aware of the conference yet. She said she would definitely be attending and asked if I was going. I said yes. She suggested we meet and have lunch one day at the conference. She gave me her cell, so we could coordinate plans.

A few weeks pass and now it’s the first day of the conference. The day was dragging, but I had a light at the end of the tunnel. I had lunch plans with Dr. Hayes that day, so I was excited. I sent her a text close to lunchtime and suggested a place to eat. I arrived a couple of minutes after her. She stood and gave me a side hug and we headed to our table. We talked about the conference and research for a few minutes, but the conversation quickly turned much more casual. After a while I felt like I was on a date more than anything. We were just talking life and getting to know each other. All of her mannerisms were adorable and the way she smiled and laughed when I said silly things melted my heart. Lunch ended up lasting close to two hours.

We headed back to the conference and ended up splitting off a little while after. The last couple of hours of the day I wandered around by myself. I kept thinking about how awesome lunch was and how my crush was out of control at this point. I thought I could tell at lunch that there was something there on her end too, but it was still hard for me to be sure. I didn’t know really how she interacted with other people, so it was hard to know how different she was acting towards me. I decided to be bold and send her a text at the end of the day. I told her I was going to grab a quick drink after the conference to end the day and told her she was welcome to join. My heart was racing. I hoped I wasn’t crossing a line I shouldn’t have. A few very tense minutes later I got a response, she said, “I could use that. Will definitely join.”

My mind was racing now. This was at least some confirmation that she viewed me more as a peer than as a student. I then realized there were possibilities. We met at a bar about a ten-minute walk from the conference. When she got there she looked tired, but still looked amazing. She said, “only one drink.” I laughed and said I would hold her to it. We ordered drinks and started talking. It was so easy for us to talk to each other. Our drinks were soon empty, but our conversation was still very full. We looked at each other and I jokingly said, “okay time to go, you’ve had one drink.” She laughed and said, “ugghh you are too much fun to talk to. Fine, one more.” One more turned into four more. We were both pretty buzzed and our conversation was getting pretty playful. The question that sealed it and made me realize she was definitely interested was when she asked me if I have a girlfriend. It wasn’t just that she asked me it was the way she asked me. She asked the question with a very flirtatious look in her eyes. I told her no and she said, “hmm” and smiled.

Dr. Hayes had to drive home, so we needed to stop drinking. I decided to make another bold move. I only lived about a five-minute walk from the bar, so I suggested we grab some food and we could hangout at my place until she sobered up enough to drive. She seemed a little reluctant, but agreed. I think she was reluctant, because she was trying to preserve some sort of image of professionalism.

We grabbed Chinese food and headed back to my place. After we ate we sat on my couch and talked for another two hours or so. There were moments throughout where I almost made a move, but stopped. She said she was feeling pretty good and should probably head out. I really didn’t want her to leave, but I was being too passive to make a move. We both stood and walked toward the front door. I offered to walk her to her car, but she insisted she would be fine. As we were saying goodbye she reached out to give me a hug. We embraced and hugged a little longer than just a normal hug. It felt like a lustful hug if that’s possible. Her breasts were pressed firmly against my stomach. We pulled away, arms still touching, and looked at each other. I thought, fuck it. I pulled her towards me and leaned in giving her a light kiss on the lips. She closed her eyes and said, “this is so bad.” We leaned in and kissed more. More light kisses turned into more passionate deeper kisses. We stood at the door kissing for what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to five minutes.

A couple of minutes in I began running my hands all over her body. We were both getting really worked up. She stopped at one point and said, “I should go.” I didn’t say anything. I just stepped back. We stood and looked at each other. She stepped towards me and we continued kissing. I knew then that she wasn’t leaving. I slid my hand under her shirt and bra and began caressing her nipples. She shook and gasped as I touched them.

I decided to try to move things to the bedroom. I took her hand and led her. Once inside she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. We kissed heavily and I unclasped her bra. As I was unclasping her bra she began unbuckling my belt. She had beautiful soft olive skin. Her breasts, although fairly small, were very perky. She pulled my pants and underwear down and pushed me toward the bed. I sat at the end and pulled my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. She dropped to her knees and positioned herself between my legs. She began licking up and down the sides of my cock and lightly stroked it with her hand. She soon began engulfing my cock with her mouth sucking deep and slow as she gazed up at me. I played with her nipples as she did this. I couldn’t believe this adorable woman had my cock deep in her throat. She seemed to genuinely enjoy giving head. She continued that for about five minutes before I stood her up and pulled her skirt down and off.

I quickly slid my fingers between her body and her panties and slid them off too revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. I reached down and rubbed her clit for a moment as she stroked my cock with her hand. Our lips inches from touching. She was soaking wet. I laid her on her back at the edge of the bed I pulled her down to where her ass was just barely hanging off of the edge. I stood at the edge and grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders. I slid my cock in her slowly. She was very tight and it took a minute before I was able to go full force in and out of her. Her pussy was gushing wet and we made loud slapping sounds as we fucked. She kept murmuring lightly, “oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I kept pounding away. I slowed at one point and leaned in and we kissed passionately as my cock slid in and out of her. We kissed like that for a couple of minutes.

The position grew uncomfortable. I pulled out of her and leaned down and licked her clit for a few moments before changing positions. She squirmed and squealed. I really just wanted to taste her. She turned around and got on all fours on the bed. I got behind her and slid my cock in. She began rubbing her clit as I fucked her. I could tell she was enjoying being fucked hard, so I tried to amp it up. I was fucking her as hard as I could. She was furiously rubbing her clit and I could tell she was close. She starts yelling out and shaking. Her already gushing wet pussy seemed to get twice as wet. We slowed for a few moments before continuing. Once I continued pounding her she quickly came again.

After cumming the second time she got on top of me and rode my cock. I grabbed her ass and guided her slowly up and down on my cock. We fucked at this slow pace for a very long time. I typically need to be fucking hard or fast to cum, but I could feel it slowly building the whole time. Eventually I felt it and told her I was about to cum. She quickly slid off of me and took my cock in her hand and stroked it until cum started shooting out. Her face was kind of hovering over it, but not super close. Some shot up and hit her chin and she seemed surprised and flinched. She laughed and said, “wow you cum hard” Most of my cum ended up all over her hand and forearm. After I was done she licked a lot of it off of her hand. She was sweating and her hair was a mess, but in the best way possible.

We lay in bed for another hour talking and kissing. I felt like I was really falling for her and was hoping she felt the same way. We hung out again that weekend and had sex a couple of more times. It was strange seeing Dr. Thomas after that, because I knew they were friends. Dr. Hayes assured me she wouldn’t be telling Dr. Thomas anything. It turns out she was fairly adept at keeping secrets. I found out about a month into hooking up with her that she had a boyfriend who lived out of town. He was still in the city she moved from. I was pissed, because I actually had feelings for her. She insisted that she did it, because she knew they were about to break up and she was just overwhelmed by me. They did end up breaking up and we ended up dating for about three months, but I couldn’t get past the fact that she lied to me for a month about having a boyfriend. It was too hard to trust her after that, so I moved on.

***Also, if you are a female and live near me you should send me a message. Might be a long shot, but would be cool/interesting to have sex with someone that enjoys my stories and then becomes a story haha***

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/47ywkr/grad_school_sex_with_a_professor_from_another