Fucking [M]y [F]rench Professor (long and detailed.)

I remember that it changed me. Just looking at her changed me. It was the second day of the summer semester. The most gorgeous woman bumped into me while on my way to class. She stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes met mine and she smiled at me. I smiled back. In the moment it felt right. If you were a bystander you would think “What in the hell are they doing?” Cupid’s arrow struct us. After what felt like an eternity, I reached out and said ” My name is Tim, what is yours?”

“Kelsey.”

Let’s pause for a second and describe her. She is 5’4″ with dark walnut hair with a few highlights, slightly curled and gorgeous bright blue eyes. She had some makeup on but it was not much. A maroon v neck sweater with the sleeves that were rolled up, and a white blouse just sticking out of the collar and sleeves. It was not tight, but you would be able to tell she was in amazing shape. The v neck cams down just far enough to reveal her bust, but it was not slutty. It was more “I’m here to have fun, and be serious in what I do.” I was into that. She also had on a dark pair of tight jeans, a pencil sticking out of her pocket, and a set of gray heels. He waist was slim, and her butt was like two small coconuts, it was just perfect. Her bust was about a 30b. I remember that she smelled like strawberries or something did, but I like to think it was her.

Me, I’m a 5’11”, dark haired, 22 year old college student. I have hazel eye, which means my eyes change color. Some think it’s because of mood or seasons, I simply think it based on the colors I wear, so they appear to change but don’t they just look like that. I was around 200 lbs at the time. That day I had on a grey and white checkered button down, tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans. I had on a brown-orange belt with a pair of Cole Hann dress shoes to match. I had a beard that was well groomed and my hair spiked into a fo-hawk.

“and I’m sorry I’m already 10 minutes late to class.” She continued.

As she turned to leave, I said. “Well…” which got her attention, she stopped and turned waiting for me to finish. “… I hope we run into each other again.” With a smile.

Her checks turned red and gave me to biggest smile anyone has ever given. She walked away with a strut in her step. I stood their for a second and went on my way. As I left I turned back to see her again, she was already looking back at me. She winked and turned.

I decided “fuck it” I turned back and with a spring in my step to ran after her. She turns the corner and I run even faster. I reach where I saw her last and GONE. She was gone forever.

I hated myself for a second and I heard a door open followed by a “Hey!” It was my roommates girlfriend. Her name was Tiffany, which we called her Tiff. I said “hello”

She asked “where are you headed?”

“To grab a coffee before my next class, do you want to come?” She accepted.

Tiff is a 20 years old. Blonde hair with green eyes and about 5’8″ she plays volleyball. She was in good shape, but she just wasn’t my type plus I actually liked my roommate so, trying to sleep with her was not worth it. At least because she was not my type and I had some morals back then.

We grabbed coffee and off to class we went. We parted ways and I was on my way to French 2.

This class was everyday, 8AM to 2PM. However, we had two instructors. Professor Smith and Professor Hill. Professor Smith was an older woman in her 50s. Nothing special there. Today we were meeting Professor Hill. They took turns ever other day. So some weeks we would have Smith 3 days a week, the next week we would have Hill 3 days a week.

As I find the classroom, I walk in and settle into a seat half way back in the center. The door in the front of the room opens and in walks who I assume is Professor Hill. He stand up at the front and introduces himself. I’m already disinterested, since I didn’t REALLY want to be here.

Fast forward a month and I pass French 2 with a B+. It was an accelerated course, if you were wondering why it was so short.

Now on to French 3!

Monday, I walk in to class and you guessed it. Maroon sweater is seating at the desk in the front of the room (Kelsey) She was wearing a much more casual outfit, since It was over 100 degrees outside. She wore a white v neck shirt with a bright blue skirt to match her eyes and tan flats.

As the room fills in she continues to read what I assume is the roster for class. I suppose she is memorizing names. That is what I would be doing.

The clock ticks along and it is 8:04. I remember this because I kept trying to watch the clock so I would not stare at Kelsey.

“Hello students… I am your dominatrix.” Kelsey said.

I shook my head with my eyes closed to shake myself out of the day dream.

She actually said “Hello students… I prefer you to call me Kelsey, but you may also call me Professor.”

We go around the room introducing ourselves, in French of course. Half way through and it’s my turn. I stand up and introduce myself. Kelsey’s eye light up and she could not contain a smile.

“Thank you.” She said

We proceed with class. Around lunch Kelsey says “since we have a long semester ahead of us, I want to let you out early today. Enjoy the weather and be ready to learn tomorrow with (insert other professors name here).

I am slow to pack up and the last student besides me leaves. She walks up and says “Well if it isn’t the guy who I could not stop thinking about for a month.”

“You say that like you’re alone in this situation” with a sly smile. Where the fuck did that come from? I thought to myself. She laughed. I touched her elbow and said “I’m going to sit at outside at Fiddlers to have a drink and read a bit, join me.”

Fiddlers is a small basement bar near campus. It’s old and partially a basement. Names etched into every thing and stuff cluttering the walls. It was a common place for alumni, because it is old and been there forever. It was not a place for the typical 21 year old.

She said nothing, and neither did I. After 15 seconds, she smiled showing her bright white and perfect teeth. “That sounds fun. I can see how good your French is. ”

We go and sit outside. We have a drink and then another. Sooner we are laughing and spouting out french phrases like no ones business. She teased me about my accent and I teased her for being judgmental.

Darkness clouds the sky. We gather our things and stumble inside. We find a dark corner and settle in.

I put my arm up on the top of the booth and she settles in next to me.

I look at her and say “Vous êtes douce” which means “You are sweet.” I lean in for a kiss, pausing right before her lips so she has to meet my kiss.

She kisses me, light a first. I put my arm on her shoulder and pull her closer. She takes the signal and kisses me harder. We are making out like two 16 year olds. She puts a hand on my thigh and I grab her head right under her ear. She moaned. I think it was louder than she intended but she didn’t care.

“Kelsey, I am having a ton of fun with you. How about we go back to my place and we have a few more drinks and I make you dinner?” She looked at her watch it was almost 7PM. We had been drinking for 7 hours. She says “let me use the restroom first.” With a smile.

I go and close our tab. It was $50.00.

I grab my bag and wait for her near the bar. I feel a hand touch my side and then grab my butt. I turned, to see her standing behind me. She signals me with a “let’s hurry out of here” mention with her head. So we leave. As we near the corner she asks “where do you live?” So I tell her. Without a beat she grabs my hand and starts walking in the opposite direction. “My place is just two blocks this way.

At this point we are drunk and power walking around the busy sidewalk. We reach to what I assume is her building. She stops and fishes into her bag for her keys. I interrupt her for a moment to kiss her. She drops her bag and as i push her against their wall. I pull back and pick her bag. We go upstairs and inside her apartment. We drop our bags and start kissing again. I can’t stop and I don’t want to stop kissing her. I pull her shirt off, then her black bra. After a moment there are clothes are being torn off of each other and thrown everywhere.

I pick her up and move her to the bedroom. I kiss her neck, and then shoulder. I kiss her chest, then her right nipple. I move down to her ribs underneath her breast. Then her abs. I rub a finger along her pussy and then along her thigh. She grabs my hand and pulls it up to her mouth and she sucks on it hard. I pull it away from her and spread her legs. I move her lips apart and flick her clit with my tongue. I do it over and over and over again. I can feel how wet she is and I can feel how wet she is getting. Her hands are grabbing at my head and at the sheets.

Her bed sat next to a high window and the sun filled the room. She laid there on her black satin sheets under me, gleaming.

I kiss and flick her clit as I stick two fingers inside her. She is so tight. I place my smallest finger on her butt and she moans. I slowly move it around as I kiss and finger fuck her. Her breathing speeds up. Fast and fast I move, in a gentle way. I push my small finger insider her butt and she begins to erupt with screams. She grabs me head and pulls me into her closer.

“Yes… right there… yes… I’m going to.. cum. I’m cumming. YES YESSSSS.”

She pulls my head away and she slowly shakes and she comes down after her orgasm. I look around and it’s pitch black. I crawl up next to her and she attacks me with a kiss. She goes right down on my dick and sucks on it. She gets it deeper and deeper into her throat. She looked up at me and laughs. “Congrats on the big dick.” Before I can respond she takes the whole thing into her mouth as she runs my balls. I realized she was rubbing them with her tongue. I almost came right there. I grab her head and pull her up on top of me.

I kiss her and she kissed back. She is rubbing her pussy against my dick. She lifts her bottom up and reaches down to put it inside her. She puts the tip in and moans. She moves her pussy down on my dick. Finally I am all the way inside her. She moves her hands to my back and I begin to thrust up into her. Her nails dig in. I can feel her breath I am pushing out of her with each thrust on my ear. I grab her head and move it so her lips meet mine. I can feel her pussy tighten. She stops kissing me and says” I’m going to cum again.” Her body shakes and I feel her wetness drip down my legs. With no breath left in her lungs she says “I’m cumming!” As her nails drag across my back. She settles back down on my still hard dick.

We go through this three more times. She looks into my eye and says. “I really want you to cum.”

She goes down on me. My dick is deep in her throat. She puts her arms around my waist and grabs my ass. I can feel her put finger near my butt. I’m so drunk and everything feels so good I let her stay there. She pumps my dick with her mouth. Her saliva and juices covering me. She sucks me clean. She pushes the tip of her finger into my butt. She exaggerates the sounds of sucking on my Dick. All of this at once pushes me over the edge. ” I’m going to ….” she cut me off with a “mmmmhmghmmm”

I spurt like a canon into her mouth. Once, then twice, the four to five more times. She sucked my clean and licked my balls. She wiped her mouth and collapsed next to me on the bed. Her back was toward me.

I moved behind her and laid there until we both fell asleep. Hours later I feel her moving around. I open my eyes and the clock in her room read “4:45”.

She rolled around and kissed me. I kissed back. My hand moved down to her already again wet pussy. She says “I want you to fuck my ass, can you handle that?”

I nod and she kisses me while grabbing a container of lube from her night stand. She sits up and pours some into her hand. She rubs it on my dick. She crawls forward and rubs the reminder into her ass.

“Don’t be gentle. I can handle it.” She demands.

I sit up and push myself into her pussy. I pull out and slowly push into her ass. Her face is into the bed. One arm ahead of her grabbing the sheets and the other between her legs. Every once in a while massaging my balls.

I grab her hips and push deep into her. Not being able to get all of myself into her. I push over and over again. I hear a quiet ” I’m going to cum …. again. ” as her ass tightens. In and out. In and out. She whimpers “yes… I’m cumming.”

She grabs my balls and focuses on them.

I begin to cum, while I’m inside her. She continues to grab and massage my balls. As I finish I collapse on the bed with my arms across each side of the bed. She grabs a towel and wipes me down then her. She laid on my shoulder and kissed me on the check and said “Thanks.”

Hours later we woke up and I was already late for class. As I got dressed she pushed me onto the bed and said “Stay with with me, today?”

I smiled and took my shirt back off.

To be continued…

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