My first student encounter [MF]

I’m currently a professor in a STEM field. I interact with about 200 students each semester. Some of these interactions are more…memorable than others.

This is a story of my first memorable interaction. It happened back when I was only a 23 year old Teaching Assistant. Even though I was a TA, I was assigned to teach a class for a semester because the teacher had some medical issues come up right before the semester began. It’s pretty normal for TAs to teach freshman courses, but this course was a junior+senior course so there were a lot of confused faces looking at me on the first day. I was 23 at the time so it was probably weird for them to have such a young teacher. On the first day of class I explained the situation to the students, and told them this was my first time ever teaching a course by myself.

After class on the first day, a girl came up and said she just wanted to introduce herself. She shook my hand and said thanks for teaching. “Uhh, sure!” I responded. I didn’t really know what to say. I thought it was weirdly forward of her to do that.

I did notice, however, that she was beautiful. She wasn’t overly made up, but she just had this natural beauty to her. Lush hair, petite but curvy frame, smooth skin. But whatever, this was something that didn’t matter because she was just a student.

After the first class, I almost never saw her. She probably came to class a total of 4 times throughout the whole semester. She only turned in 1 or 2 assignments, which to her credit she did very well on, but she wasn’t really participating in class much. There were two exams – she aced one and didn’t show up for the next one. I wondered about her as the semester went on. I emailed her a couple times trying to reach out and see if we could meet up to discuss ways for her to get back on track. She never replied. Oh well, I thought, I tried.

Then one day with about 1 week left in the semester, I had an email from her in my inbox. It was short and to the point,

“DrHandPhD,

Can we talk soon about the class? Sorry, I know I have not been active in the class. I wanted to see if there’s any way for me to pass.”

I responded saying sure, let’s talk, and we met the next day.

An important part of this story is that this class required students to submit a large final project. It was the largest weighted grade in the class, and I would replace someone’s lowest exam grade with their project grade if it was better. Going into this meeting with her, I knew that the project was her path to passing, but unfortunately it was due the day after we met.

We met in my office (I was a PhD student at the time and our department allowed two students to share an office). I asked my officemate to leave since I had to talk about a student’s grades. She came in and we made some small talk. Then, “so…you haven’t been to class much…” I led. “I know, and I’m really sorry for that. There were just some things preventing me from coming.” She explained some of her life circumstances. It did sound hard to deal with a lot of that stuff while also being a student. It seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders though, and she was trying to make amends. I tried to calm her some. “I see, I see. Well first of all, don’t feel like you need to apologize. Clearly you’ve overcome some struggles and it’s good that you want to stay in school.” She smiled in the way one does when their “seen”.

Unfortunately though, I explained, pretty much all the grades for the class are done. I told her the project was the only remaining grade, and encouraged her to try and submit something for that. Mathematically, if she did well on that then it would replace the exam grade she never showed up for, and she would probably pass the class. I started to explain this, but I could tell her mind was somewhere else. So I stopped and asked if she was okay.

Another detail here is that I used to be an idiot at detecting when girls were coming onto me. I’m better at it now, but back then I was the opposite of astute for this kind of stuff.

“Yeah…I’m just…well, I was wondering if…”, she scooched a little closer to me and looked me in the eyes, “there was anything I could do”.

I didn’t get it. It hadn’t hit me what she was asking. Did she ever hear what I just said? My response was, “Your project. I think if you do a good job on that then I’d be convinced that you know enough of the material to pass the class.”

She looked away. She seemed a bit dejected. I assumed she was feeling down about how impossible it seemed to do a month long project before the next morning. I tried to motivate her a bit. “So you’ve got…about 20 hours left. Are you opposed to all nighters?” I noticed that she immediately looked back up at me. I kept blabbering about the project. “I definitely think this is doable if you stay up all night. I know it seems so hard to do, but I believe in you. If you go home now and start working on it, then you should absolutely be able to finish it. I know it doesn’t sound like a fun experience, but you’re a smart person and I know you can get through this.” Finally I stopped, internally screaming at her to DO THE PROJECT.

“Yeah, sure. I appreciate you giving me the chance and being so supportive. I’ll stay up all night on it.” Yay! I had gotten through to her! She’s going to do it!

“Do you think you could come help me with it?” She asked with a slight smile. I didn’t understand what she meant. Was she seriously asking me to come tutor her at night? Hmm, how could I say no but still keep her motivated? I stammered out, “Uh…I…”. She interrupted, reaching out to touch my forearm and said,

“Well I just thought, you know, if I’ll be up all night then maybe you could come help me. I’m sure it would be a fun experience for both of us.”

What did she m-*Oh*. It hit me. *That’s* what she means. No one had ever been so forward with me. A thousand thoughts went racing through my mind – ethics of student teacher relationships, the fact that I’m just a TA, *how fucking hot she is*. But all I could muster out was “Uhh…umm…”. She let go of my arm, smiled and said, “Well, think about it. I’ll wait up for you in case you decide to come by. Here, let me text you my address.” I handed her my phone without saying anything. I was still a bit confounded over the situation. She sent herself a text from my phone with her address so I’d have her number and address. “I hope to see you later! I’ll be waiting for you” She said with a quick grin, then shuffled out of my office quickly.

***

I pulled up and it was just a typical apartment complex. Nothing fancy. Light blue siding with white trim everywhere. She was on the 2nd floor. I could feel how sweaty my hands were as I grabbed the rail walking up the stairs. I knocked softly. The thought raced through my head, *what the fuck am I doing?????*
She answered and all thoughts left my mind. “Hey! I’m so happy you came! Come in come in!” I said hey as I walked in and we made small talk about how the drive was as I took my shoes off, as if 11pm was some kind of rush hour.

I didn’t know what to expect, but I wasn’t expecting her to appear so casual for *this kind of thing*. She was wearing a long sleeve tee with jeans. Her hair was pulled back. The apartment was very tidy and smelled nice. It all felt comfortable. Maybe she had cleaned up a bunch this afternoon since she was going to be “waiting for me”. Or maybe she just lived like this. She offered me some food saying she had cooked some pasta earlier. “Wow, she cooks her dinners?”, I thought – that’s better than I was doing at 23! I declined, saying I ate earlier. She broke the subsequent lull.

“Alright, well, my setup is in the bedroom, this way.”

We crossed the living room and went into her bedroom. The bed took up pretty much all of the room. Her desk was up against the wall and was not as tidy as the rest of her place. She had several uneven stacks of papers on it, and a pencil holder was in the corner leaning against the wall to make room for the calculator pushing into its space. Her mouse had such a tiny space to move I wondered how she used it at all.

I was surprised to see that she actually had the project open and was working on it. Oh my god…*did I misinterpret all of this*? I started to panic a bit and tried to play it cool.

“Ooh great, you’ve already gotten started!”

She laughed in response. “Yeah, well you took so long I assumed you weren’t coming so I did the first few parts on my own.”

Oh no! I let her down as a teacher if she just wanted to work on this project, and I also felt like a pervert for thinking this was something else.

I sat down on the edge of her bed (there were no other seats), and we went over what she’d done so far. It was all done perfectly. I was impressed. “See, I knew you could handle this.” She laughed again. We worked on it together for about 30 minutes, laughing a lot in between, flirting the whole time. Maybe I didn’t misinterpret this. We reached the most complicated part of the project and there were some awkward pauses.

“This part is tough. It’s okay to feel confused with this task…” I tried to keep her motivated. She seemed unsure about how to proceed with the work. “Take your time. I’m here to help you through it.” I said to reassure her.

“Thanks…yeah I think I…really need help with this part.”

She reached out and touched my hand. I froze. Oh shit, *this is it*, I thought. Then she rubbed my upper arm softly with her other hand and looked me in the eyes. She started softly moving her hand up onto my wrist and back a little, making circles on the top of my hand. Then she went further up my arm towards my elbow and caressed my forearm. Her other hand went to my neck and pulled me in. She kissed me and put some force behind it. On the second kiss she opened her mouth more. *Wow, she is not messing around*. I opened my mouth more too so our tongues could touch. She moaned softly. Then she got up and pushed her chair away. She started getting on top of me on the bed, straddling my lap as she shoved her tongue into my mouth more and more. I moaned at that. I could feel her smile when she heard me.

I felt her hand on the back of my head, and she moved her head to kiss my neck. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, inviting her in. She started sucking my neck like a teenager. Then she moved up to my jawline, and then moved back to my neck. Did I feel teeth there? Ah-yes! I did. One of her hands found the other side of my head and pushed me into her as she let some of her teeth through. Someone biting me really fucking does it for me. I was rock hard at this point. I could feel my dick pressing against my pants. Then, she moved up my jaw again but didn’t stop. She went up to my ear and started kissing around my ear.

She had both hands on my head, her mouth at my ear. She breathed into it and let her tongue hit the edges of my ear. I moaned again. I couldn’t help it. I was so fucking turned on. “Ahh”, I let out with a heavy breath. I leaned my head back and opened my eyes. When I moaned, she kissed me harder and then whispered in my ear “yeah? You like this?”. I nodded. “Grab my tits”.

I reached forward and grabbed her. I could feel how fucking huge they were through her shirt. That wasn’t good enough though. I reached under her shirt – no bra. *Was this what she meant by waiting for me*? I squeezed one of her tits – they took up more than a handful, and they were so soft and pillowy.

“Here,” she said, and she leaned back to take her shirt off. I put both hands on her hips to keep her back so I could take the sight in. They were glorious. They were big and as perky as tits that big can be with small, light colored nipples. She pushed them together and leaned them into my face. I sucked on one and felt the other against my face, then I reached a hand down to grab her ass.

She leaned back and stood up for a moment. Her hands reached out for my mid-section as she started to grope me from my stomach to my thighs, and eventually to my dick. She smiled as she felt how hard I was, and let out an “mmmm”.

She started undoing my belt and took my pants off. Then she rubbed my dick over my boxers. *Ah, fuck*, I thought, *that feels amazing*. I had to lean back while I felt the ecstasy of her grabbing and rubbing the back of my head. I felt like I never wanted her to stop. Then I felt her fingers underneath the band of my boxers. I pushed up to help her get them off. The next thing I know – I felt fingers around my dick, and then a palm. And then a tongue running from the shift all the way up to the tip of my head. As her tongue hit my head I felt a huge force of pleasure and let out a moan. Then I could feel her jacking me off. I had never felt a hand job like this. She went fast but not too fast, held my dick tightly, and focused on the top half – she knew what she was doing. She kept at it for a while, occasionally stopping to run her tongue along the length of my penis – teasing me for what was to come.

She stopped for a moment. I felt my waves of pleasuring ending and was confused. I looked down and saw her just staring at my dick, studying it almost. She still had a hand on it moving slightly, and then she looked up at me as she put my dick in her mouth. Just the head at first. “Ooohhh fuuuckk” I moaned. God I didn’t think anything in the world could feel as good as that. My hips buckled a little. She lowered her mouth onto my head over and over while keeping her hand tightly around the shaft. *Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck*. I tried to lay still and enjoy the moment, but my body just kept twitching. After about a minute I calmed down. Then I felt her jacking me off again. It gave me a moment to reset. She must have felt me relax completely again because then I felt her mouth on my dick again. This time she covered my head and stopped…and then went a little further…and then went down my shaft. She wasn’t teasing me anymore. No more hand jobs, no more head play…now she was sucking my dick. I moaned again and pushed my body more into the bed. Her tits grazed against my balls as she moved up and down over and over. My dick was submerged in her warm wet mouth. Then she started groping my inner thighs with one hand while bobbing on my dick. I let out another moan, “mmmmm, fuck that feels good”. My hips were moving again. Oh shit – *I was going to cum soon*. I felt my legs tighten, and my breathing got so heavy I was practically talking.

She slowed down. Her hand stayed on my thigh, but her mouth came up. She held my dick and rubbed my thigh. *Whoa, that was close*, I thought. I looked up and saw her looking at me. She let go and stood up.

She started taking off her jeans as I marveled at her body and threw my shirt off as fast as I could. “Are you ready?”, she asked. I nodded. She climbed into me and I felt her tits brush against my chest. She lowered herself onto me. She was so wet that I slid right in after a little angling. “Oh *fuck!*” she gasped as I went in. “Ahhh” she started moaning as she rode me. Her tits were bouncing all around. She started grinding me harder, bending down some. The tips of her hair were around my face and her nipples touched my chest. I remember that her hair smelled sweet and clean as it danced all around me. I reached up to grab her breasts. I took two handfuls and pushed them together. Then she stopped and shoved them into my face. I squeezed them tight and pushed my face against her so hard that I couldn’t breathe. All I could sense was the taste and smell of flesh. I was engulfed in her breasts, and I loved it. I thought I would be happy to just die right there suffocating trapped between her tits. I gasped for air when she finally leaned back. She smirked when she saw how into that I was, and came back down onto my face for round 2.

When she came back up again, I pushed on her hips to make her grind. It startled her, in a good way. She started fucking me again while I felt her up. I ran my hands along her sides. Her curves were so perfect. I ran my hands along her thick thighs wondering what it would feel like to have my head squeezed between them. She started bouncing up and down now with her body nearly vertical. She looked me in the eye and smirked, knowing what she was doing. She was giving me a show. I watched as her breasts jiggled with each fall. I gazed at her slender belly and arms, and admired how lush her hair was. Then she grabbed her tits as she bounced. She let out an “mmm, fuck”. God I was blown away by how big and curvy they looked when she did that. I started moving my hips some underneath her. “Oh, yeah, yeah do that” she said. We fucked like this for a minute, her bouncing and holding her tits, me fucking her from below. She pulled a tit up and licked it.

Fuck, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I threw my arm around her back and pulled her down on me. Her tits felt so soft squished against my chest. Then I started pumping my hips up and down, fucking her from the bottom. I held her down tight so she couldn’t get up. “Oh my god, oh my god!” She was starting to yell as I drilled my rock hard dick into her again and again. Then I slapped her ass. Not too hard at first, just enough to test the waters. She let out a gasp between her moans. “Oh, fuck!…Harder!” she screamed. I spanked her again a little harder. “Harder!!” I spanked her on the same spot again as hard as I could. “Fuck, fuck, don’t stop!” I didn’t. I spanked her over and over as I fucked her from below. Again and again I thrusted my dick into her fast and hard while spanking her. “I-I’m cumming! Ahhh, fuck, I’m cumming! Ahhh fuuuuckk!” she let out. I never changed pace until she collapsed down on me.

I gave her a few moments to rest while I felt her pussy quiver on my dick and her mouth breathing heavily on my chest. I pushed her over and got on top.

I stayed on my knees and spread her legs. I pushed my cock into her slowly. “Ah!” she gasped when I was all the way in. I stopped and asked “you okay?” She nodded, “oh yeah, it’s just…a lot”. I smiled and fucked her once hard, pausing again with my dick completely in her. “Ah…but I like it”, she said with another smirk. I knew then…she was mine. I started fucking her hard, so hard the bed started moving. I held onto her hips tight, my fingers curled into her sides. Her tits bounced all around while I fucked her. I grabbed one and kept fucking her. “Ahhh” I was starting to moan. Holding her huge breast while fucking her like this was overwhelming. I kept going, trying to not change the pace. “Fuck yeah, keep going keep going!” she said. I let go of her breast and grasped her hips with both hands. Her legs were bent so her thighs were rubbing my arms. Her body felt warm and smooth. Her tits were flying everywhere, and her thick hair was impossible to not see and rub against. This was it for me. “Fuck, I’m about to cum!” I warned. “Keep going, cum inside me, don’t stop!” she yelled. I moaned louder and louder, I was practically yelling. “Yeah, cum for me! Cum for me! Don’t stop until you cum in my pussy! I want it. I want your cum!!” *Oh my fucking god.* I started cumming. My whole body shook. I lost control of myself. My dick was so warm and wet inside her, and I felt a shot of cum go out. “Oh fuckkkk” I moaned. “*Fuckkk, ahh, oh my fucking god*” My dick kept shooting cum out into her soaking wet pussy. She started grabbing my balls, “Mmmm, yeah, don’t stop, *give me all your cum!*” Finally I was done…I collapsed down onto her. How long was I cumming for? It felt like minutes. She started moving her hips, “mmm, see, I knew you could help me.” We both laughed.

***

I never saw her in class again. But a few days later when I was grading final projects I noticed she had actually submitted something. “Oh? Okay, well what did she submit?” I thought. It turns out she must have stayed up after I left and finished the project! And it was great! It was easily one of the best projects in the class. Wow, I was so pleasantly surprised. It brought her grade up to the border of B and C. I boosted her up to a B. And that was that. I never saw or talked to her again.

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