I [M] college professor, fucked my [F] student. Part 1.

I made this account just to post some true stories I’ve always wanted to tell.

I’m a married professor in my late 40s. I teach in the social sciences at a big public University in the American midwest. I teach mostly large lecture-style classes, mostly to juniors and seniors. Several times in my career I’ve gotten signals from students that they were interested in me, but out of concern for my job (even post-tenure) I never did anything to encourage any of them. I’m no angel, but I don’t want to get fired over a fling.

One fall semester a few years ago that changed. I was teaching a course I’d taught several times before. The class is big enough that I don’t get to know many of the students well, but there are always a few that make it a point to make themselves known. Many of them are looking for a good grade and seem to think that by sucking up all semester during office hours I’ll go easy on them. They’re transparent and tedious. Some plan to go into the field and have genuine questions about grad school and the discipline- they’re more fun to talk to. But a few just seem genuinely intellectually curious, and I enjoy talking to those the most.

Kim (we’ll call her), a Junior, was one of the last group. She sat near the front and made a lot of eye contact right from the beginning. That made me take notice, but I didn’t think too much about it. Around the third week of classes she came to office hours with a question about one of the readings. It was clear she’d really read the chapter and her question was pretty sophisticated. We had chemistry right from the start and she was pretty flirty when we were one on one. Her visits became part of my weekly routine and I looked forward to them. But nothing got too crazy and things stayed professional even if there was an undercurrent of sexual tension.

The week before Thanksgiving she upped the ante. In class we had a discussion of changing cultural ideas about body adornment- piercings, tattoos, that sort of thing. That week, in my office hours she asked me my personal views on them. I told her that I’ve seen tattoos done really well and really poorly, and that aside from big ear gauges, I think piercings look good. She looked me straight in the eye, smiled a little, and told me she was glad because she had both. And just like that, the sexual tension went through the roof. She didn’t say anything else, just locked eyes with me and kept that little smile. After a few seconds that felt like an hour I manged to say “That’s nice. Where?” “A heart tattoo on my bikini line and both my nipples are pierced.” Of course, my eyes immediately went to her chest. I couldn’t see any evidence of nipple rings but it was clear I was looking. I looked back up at her face, and she smiled wider. This was where I could take it either way- pull it back to be professional or go very unprofessional. For some reason that day I chose unprofessional.

I said, “I’m sure they look good on you” and smiled back. She reached down and pulled up her shirt, exposing a really nice pair of breasts with a stainless bar in each nipple. “Do you like them?” she asked. Ok, fuck it, I’m in. I got up and went around my desk. She was still holding her shirt up and smiling at me, sitting in my other office chair. I knelt down and took her left nipple in my mouth. She inhaled sharply and I rolled her other nipple between my fingers. I did that for probably about 30 seconds, then I pulled away to look her in the eye again. As I did, she pulled her shirt back down and said “That was really nice. I’ll have to show you my tattoo sometime.” She smirked, stood up, grabbed her bag, and left.

My door was closed for all of 5 seconds before I had my cock out. I stood there in the middle of my office and jerked off, cumming all over my office floor. And while my wife and I have a pretty active sex life, she got extra attention that weekend as I couldn’t get the image of Kim smiling and pulling up her shirt out of my head.

On Monday I wondered how class would go. She was all smiles- every time I looked in her direction she had had that smirk on her face. I’m sure that if anyone had seen her they would have known something was up, but the students are always focused on the PowerPoint. At the end of class she came up to me and said, “Have a good Thanksgiving. See you next week.” Fuck. It was going to be a long week.

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