Re-connecting with a student at an international conference [MF] [Student/Teacher]

Disclaimer: My Reddit username is a pseudonym, not my real name.

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 from only a few years ago where I ended up seeing one of my favorite students at a conference in our field years after she graduated.

I may have gushed a bit much in this one. Sorry if that’s not your cup of tea. I loved having her in my classes and I guess I can’t help but get mushy when talking about her.

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Conferences are fun. I get to spend a week immersed in my field listening to people give talks about the latest research happening. They tend to be in other countries so they are my main mechanic to travel. I usually go to two or three a year, it’s great.

They are also big social events for academics. After each day has ended, everyone converges onto a hotel or nearby bar for drinks. Some people say this is where the “real” conference happens – everyone discussing research, creating new collaborations, and pseudo interviewing people for jobs.

It’s not uncommon for people to hook up at these things too. Academics are people too, complete with all the urges that everyone else has. Academics tend to be single workaholics and when you put enough of these people in a building together some of them are bound to let off some steam.

I’ve certainly had my fair share of conference hookups as I came up through the ranks. As a young Ph.D. student burnt out from working 60-70 hour weeks for years, it was easy as cake. Students generally can’t afford to stay at the main hotel so they cluster in surrounding hotels. It’s at these hotels you’ll find student parties, and it’s really fun/simple to find another burnt out student desperate for affection.

As I became a professor it happened less often, but it still happened. There are a lot of really attractive professors that are only single because they can’t stop working long enough to maintain a relationship (sadly me included) so these people tend to come together like magnets.

Usually people tend to stick to their “rank”. Students with students, professors with professors, etc. But of course not always. Occasionally students end up staying in a professor’s hotel room for the night, or postdocs end up at student parties. It’s frowned upon to say the least, but it’s impossible to police over a thousand people attending the conference that might not all be staying in the same hotel.

About 5ish years before COVID hit, I was at the biggest conference for my field. I was walking from one session to another when I noticed a familiar face. I was pretty sure it was an old student of mine, Chloe. I kept staring as we got closer until eventually we made eye contact. I saw her eyes go wide before she shouted, “Dr. Hand?!”

“Chloe! Hi!”

We stepped aside from the foot traffic for a moment. Chloe spoke first, “Oh my god, it’s nice to see you!” I returned the sentiment, and asked where she was headed. “I’m on my way to the session on ***.” (removing the name to avoid revealing the field) I didn’t want to hold her up so we agreed to meet for lunch.

As I walked away, I started thinking back on the years when I saw Chloe almost everyday. She was a phenomenal student. What made her so good was her tenacity towards learning. She was in multiple classes with me over her degree actually, including the very first freshman class of our major. She struggled really hard in that class, and she even failed the first test. But she didn’t give up. Chloe became a regular at my office hours, to the point that I noticed when she *didn’t* show up. She asked lots of good questions and once she got over the initial learning curve she was like a car with no brakes. Chloe was easier and easier to teach as the semester went on. A common scenario when she asked a question would be for me to say, “hmm, well try to walk through it and see if it all adds up.” She’d go through all the steps and immediately notice where she was off. She proceeded to nearly ace everything after in the second half of the course and ended up with a B. By the time she graduated she was a top 10 student in her cohort.

***

“Oh my god, Dr. Hand, it’s so nice to see you again!” Chloe nearly yelled after we sat down at a two person table outside.

I chuckled, “Yeah, it is. You can call me *** now though.” (I’m starring out my first name.)

“Oh okay…*-” she started to say my first name slowly, but the first syllable didn’t even finish before she backtracked. “Uhh no, that just feels wrong! I’ll stick with Dr. Hand.”

“Okay, whatever makes you comfortable,” I shrugged.

We started trying to figure out how long it had been since she was in one of my classes.

“Hmm, five years? Wait, no, SIX years??” Chloe guessed.

“Really? That long?? Wow!”

Chloe got more exact. “Let’s see…I graduated in 20…08? Yeah, so then the class on *** would have been in that last semester, so yep, about 6 years.”

Chloe was a beautiful girl. I remembered a petite frame with a strong jawline and angular face. Her hair was black and I remembered it being straight, but that day it was wavy towards the bottom. Her face still had that sharp beauty to it, but a little less bony than 6 years prior. Her eyes were big and dark, and she was quick to give a big cheeky smile. She had more of a sophisticated aura than a sexy one, so she wasn’t someone I easily thought about in a sexual way. Within minutes of talking to her I saw that her elegance had only grown over the years.

“Damn, I can’t believe it’s been so long.” I paused before asking, “Are you presenting here?” I assumed the answer was yes.

“Yeah my postdoc project has some really interesting results that we’re showing.”

Chloe started to tell me about the postdoc position she started this past year. If you’re not familiar, a postdoctoral researcher position is a 1-2 year contract at a university that you do after a Ph.D. The goal is to simply do as much research as you can to build up your resume before applying for professor positions. The typical path to become a professor is Ph.D.->postdoc (maybe 2 or 3 of these)->professor. They’re not student positions, but you still have a faculty advisor to whatever project you work on.

“Awesome, so when is your talk?” I asked eagerly.

“Today actually, 4:15, session A!”

“Oh awesome! I’ll definitely be there.”

Chloe beamed, and I returned the happy feeling. We chatted more about her postdoc project and what she would be presenting. I asked some basic questions and one tough question that I assumed people would be asking her during the talk. She struggled through a couple of them, so I tried to guide her to the answer. It was kind of cool – I felt like I was her teacher again.

“Wow, *phew*, thanks. I think you’re right, these are pretty easy follow up questions I should be prepared for. Aw…it’s like your my advisor or something, getting me ready for a talk.”

I remember writing recommendation letters for Chloe’s Ph.D. applications. She got into a top 10 school in our field for her Ph.D., which didn’t surprise me at all. I was ecstatic when she came into my office one day to tell me about getting accepted. She truly deserved it. We didn’t interact much throughout her Ph.D unfortunately. She published a few times at conferences that I would normally go to, but something always stopped me from attending when she was there. The only interactions I remember during her Ph.D. were 1) when she emailed me to tell me about her first publication, 2) a few “Hi, how’s it going?” emails early on in her Ph.D., and 3) when she emailed me to tell me she had a postdoc lined up after graduation.

“Ha! Yeah, that would have been great. I was happy just to be your professor during undergrad though.”

Chloe grinned. “Yeah I’m happy for it too. And it was like, almost every semester that I had a class with you?”

I looked away in thought, “Mmm, at least once a year.”

“Yeah there was a class on …” We proceeded to walk through her degree and recall all the courses she took with me.

After the freshman course, one course that she took with me was another one that everyone had to take, and two others were elective courses in my field. By the time she reached the elective courses, Chloe had comfortably settled into being a star student, though her patterns hadn’t changed. She still came to office hours each week to ask questions about the material, and then we’d chat about all kinds of random stuff if no other students were waiting.

I came to really enjoy seeing and talking to her during office hours. I was pleased to see her start understanding the material, and I became extremely invested in her as a student. One semester she came to my office for help on a side project. She wasn’t even in one of my classes that semester, but I gladly met with her once a week to help her through the project.

“Wow, yeah, you definitely took more courses with me than most students,” I guessed.

“Than *most?* Not *all?* Damn!”

I laughed, “Well you certainly came to office hours more than any other student I’ve ever had.”

These office hours visits became more friendly as time went on. Chloe reminded me a lot of myself when I was a student. Like her, I knew what I wanted to study as soon as I started and I went to office hours *all the time,* so I wanted to make sure she didn’t make any mistakes I made. I’d tell her all about what I did as an undergrad in terms of what classes I took, how I spent my time, how much I partied, etc., which inevitably led our conversations to be more casual over time. Chloe was/is an extrovert and easy to talk to, which I’m sure made me lose some inhibition when talking to her. I think that subconsciously I started to blur the line between student and friend.

We never did anything inappropriate while she was a student. Admittedly, though, my mind wandered a few times. She would always bring in a laptop so I’d bring my chair around to her side of the desk to work side by side. I did this with most students, but somehow Chloe and I always ended up sitting weirdly close to each other. I remember loving the way she smelled, and our hands would be really close when I’d start typing on her laptop. I recall being very mindful to *not* accidentally touch her hands. I recall one time that I had to work on the whiteboard for her so I scooted my chair closer to it. Then she did the same, which I didn’t expect because once I sat back down I was squished between her and the whiteboard. If she would have leaned over in her seat, then we probably would have bumped shoulders. If she would have moved towards me to touch me, then I wouldn’t have been able to stop her. Nothing happened, but we were basically shoulder to shoulder for the rest of her visit I remember that my heart was racing the whole time.

“Yes! I’m glad I have the record for the most office hours visits. I really appreciated those.”

“Me too.” I said, immediately recalling that heart-racing instance. I shook it out of my head and continued, “Yeah I mean, office hours are definitely one of the best resources students have.”

“Seriously!! I can’t believe how much I learned in your office! I probably wouldn’t have passed that freshman class without constantly talking to you one on one.”

I shrugged, “Well, I’m sure you have just visited office hours for whichever other professor you had. I can’t imagine *you* passively accepting a grade and *not* going to office hours.”

Chloe shook her head. “Mmmmm, no actually, I mostly only went to yours. I did *try* to go to office hours for other classes, even in the major, and they were…different.”

“Different how?” I inquired, my eyebrows furrowed.

“Umm, the professors weren’t as…inviting? Or as open to 1 on 1 teaching? I don’t know, most of the time it just felt like I was annoying them.”

“Oh,” I paused, “that…really sucks. I mean I know some professors can be annoyed with it, but I assumed that most of us enjoyed meeting with students one on one.”

Chloe shrugged.

“Sounds like you got a bad sample. I’m glad you were in so many of my classes then.” I admitted.

Chloe nodded vigorously. “Yeah! Me too. It’s shocking how much difference a professor makes.”

We laughed a bit, and then she went on to talk about her Ph.D. advisor.

“*** (starring out the name obv.) was great too. She was always really patient with me. Well, most of the time. Around paper deadlines she got really pushy,” Chloe said through a laugh, “But yeah, overall she reminded me a lot of you. It makes sense that your friends with her. Is there some kind of secret cove of awesome professors??”

I was secretly over-the-moon when Chloe told me she was interested in doing a Ph.D. and getting into research. Academia is a small world so professors are generally aware of most other professors in their field, and I knew just the person that would be a great advisor for Chloe. I recommended Chloe personally to her. Chloe did a great job during her Ph.D., publishing several papers before she graduated, but somehow circumstances always blocked us from being at the same conference. We kept in touch early on after she left, but after a year or so the emails got less frequent and died out. I congratulated her when I heard she graduated and landed a postdoc position, but that email died after a quick “Thanks Dr. Hand!” reply.

“I’m so happy that your Ph.D. was a good experience. That is not always the case.” I told her.

“Yeah it was…very hard, to say the least. But my advisor helped me a ton.” Chloe grinned before adding in, “And I guess it was also really helpful to have such a great undergrad mentor.”

Admittedly, I was filled with happiness. I nearly had butterflies in my stomach. We reminisced on old times for the rest of the meal, and caught each other up on our personal lives (without too many dirty details). It was a lot of fun, but short-lived. We were both eager to attend some sessions soon after lunch so we parted ways until her presentation later that day. And we exchanged numbers so we could get dinner together that evening.

***

I sat in the back of the room for Chloe’s presentation. She clocked me as soon as I sat down, and we exchanged smiles when I sat down. She looked a little nervous even though this wasn’t her first conference presentation. I hoped that my presence wasn’t the cause. But she ended up giving the talk flawlessly, and ended precisely on time. Some people asked questions that she answered matter-of-factly. Almost all of the questions I asked her at lunch were asked during the talk. I lobbed her a softball question, but then afterwards someone pressed her pretty hard on some details of her talk. She fumbled around for a minute, clearly not knowing how to respond, and eventually stumbled into a good reply.

It’s not everyday that your former student in a freshman class goes on to become a researcher in your specific field. I can only think of a couple other students in all my years teaching so far that went on to do a Ph.D. in my specific field (by that I mean, for instance, Child Psychology is more specific than Psychology. Note this is not my field, it’s only an example), but I never had any of them in a freshman class. Chloe was the only student that I got to watch grow all the way from an excited freshman to a confident researcher. Watching her up there was one of the proudest moments of my career.

I had another session to go to immediately afterwards so I couldn’t stay and talk to her, but I ended up seeing her that evening after dinner.

***

I texted Chloe later on around 6.

“Hey, are we still on for dinner? I’m done with sessions for the day.”

She responded right away. “Yeah, I just got here. I’m at a table with ***, ***, and a labmate.” I starred out the names of her postdoc advisor and one of their collaborators.

I found them in a back corner of the restaurant/bar, and said hi to everyone. Her advisor and I had known each other for a long time, and their collaborator was a bigwig guy in our field that I had met only a couple times. We caught up a bit on each other’s work and lives, and then started chatting about some trends we were seeing at the conference. Chloe was adept at discussing all of this with us – from following up sentences into new topics, to criticizing certain works, to asking poignant questions about new research seen at the conference. I was so impressed to see her hold her own in the conversation. She had clearly learned a lot in the past 6 years.

Eventually they all started to leave. The bigwig left first, claiming he had to prepare to give a keynote in the morning. Once he was gone, I started asking lots of questions to Chloe and her advisor about their group’s current projects at the time (a group is usually what we call a professor and the people do research for them). I mostly just wanted to push Chloe. I asked some fairly obvious “big” questions about their approach, and Chloe gave succinct answers. When I probed deeper, especially when I challenged some of the math they put forward, she hesitated a few times but could still mostly answer them. Her advisor jumped in a few times to help her out. I wasn’t being super serious about it though. I tried to make sure it was all in good fun, and her advisor understood – we made eye contact with silent smiles sometimes when Chloe was formulating an answer. Chloe’s labmate was an early Ph.D. student and seemed completely lost during this conversation. Eventually I threw in the towel and said something like “Okay…wow, great job, you’ve really come a long way.”

Chloe exhaled strongly and went, “Whew! Thanks for not asking me all that after my talk!”

The table shared a polite laugh, and then Chloe’s advisor stood up to leave. “Well, I’ve got work to catch up on, like always. I’ll leave you all to it.”

The three of us ordered another round of drinks and rearranged to be closer, Chloe in the middle. Her labmate seemed…fine. He was a little overeager to make a good impression on me, but not in an obnoxious way. I asked him about his work so he could practice his elevator speech, but he struggled to answer what I thought were basic follow-up questions – good thing his advisor wasn’t there. I could tell Chloe laughed at his jokes out of etiquette. He stayed only to finish his drink and left, saying that he wanted to have a clear head the next day when attending talks.

“He seems…nice,” I said holding in a laugh.

Chloe smiled and responded, “Yeahhh…he’s okay. Pretty committed to his work, maybe too much.” Then she followed up with, “And I’m pretty sure he wants to sleep with me.”

I nearly spit out my drink. “Wow! And uhh, how do you feel about him?” I asked.

“Fucking dweeb” was all she said, before we both cracked up laughing. This kind of talk wasn’t totally out of the norm for us. Back in the day, I had a girlfriend during two of the semesters Chloe was in my classes. During office hours we’d start talking about our weekends, holidays, etc., and I’d mention “My girlfriend and I did this,” or “My girlfriend and I did that.” She’d usually poke fun at me like, “Wow Dr. Hand, you’re so domesticated” or throw some sarcastic shade like, “Wow that sounds soooooo fun, way better than like, being in a Jacuzzi or literally anything else adults could be doing.” Sometimes she would ask about stuff that led me to open up about “adult” decisions, like why I eventually broke it off with my girlfriend at the time. I can’t recall if she had lots of boyfriends – she probably told me but I never cared enough to store that information. The point, though, is that it wasn’t unusual for us to talk about personal stuff. Like I said earlier, the line between student and friend got blurred a lot when Chloe was in my office. All that said, we *never* crossed the boundary into talking about sex.

We ordered several more rounds and talked for a long while, hours. She caught me up on the details of how her Ph.D. went, and I told her how teaching and research had been going since she graduated. It was nice to talk to her one-on-one for so long. Honestly, I remember feeling like I missed her.

At some point she asked me again about the talk I’m giving at the conference. I explained the basics of it and she followed up with, “That sounds really interesting. I’d be happy to be an audience for a practice run if you want,” looking at me straight in the eyes.

I paused, taking a moment to ponder if she was really implying *that.* We both knew that my laptop wasn’t with me.

I deflected, “Mmm, I think I’ve got a handle on it. My lab always does practice talks before conferences.”

Physically, Chloe’s body wasn’t really my “type”. She was a little *too* petite – small breasts and hips. But…when I looked at her I couldn’t help but feel my heart start to race. Her gaze was so piercing, and the smile that formed on her plump lips was irresistible. I imagined holding her face inches from mine and running my hands through her thick, wavy hair, before throwing her onto a bed. As the conversation moved on, a parallel thread ran in my mind continuing to wonder if she was trying to get into my room.

Later on the subject of work came up again, and I mentioned a paper that seemed relevant to her work.

“Oh my god, yes I’ve read that paper but like…I don’t get it!”

I was surprised because I didn’t think it was overly complicated. But I laughed and said, “Ah well okay, maybe give it another try or two. I’m sure you’ll get it.”

Chloe put on a huge smile and asked, “Hmm, do you think we could go over it? It’ll be just like old times to have you explain something like this to me!”

I paused, taking in the fact that now it was clear what she was trying to do. Did she really want that? It surprised me more than anything. I knew that we always had an extremely friendly student-teacher relationship, and she was special to me as a student – but did *I* want that? This wasn’t just any student – this was *Chloe*. The student that I watched work her ass off for 4 years, the student that I respected for religiously coming to office hours for extra help, the student that I was genuinely psyched for when I saw her graduate and heard about getting into a Ph.D. program. But…this was also *Chloe* – the student that I talked to like a friend, the student that made my heart pound when she got too close to me, the student that I had to consciously keep my hands from touching hers from during office hours.

I can’t remember how, but I declined. If she had her hopes up, then she didn’t show it. The conversation moved on with ease. I think I went through a few more beers, and she went through a couple other drinks (can’t recall what she drank, but it wasn’t beer).

She took another shot when the chance came up – this time a little less subtle. Again, we somehow drifted back to the conference and I asked if she planned to do breakfast there at the hotel or just skip it.

“Oh, I’m actually not staying in this hotel,” Chloe began, “My department wouldn’t pay for it, so I’m at one down the street.”

“That sucks. How far away is it?”

“About 5 blocks.” Chloe paused, and followed up with, “It’s…longer of a walk than you’d think. I’m not looking forward to walking back,” she laughed, focusing her eyes on mine again. “It’s really cold,” Chloe hinted. “And it’s late.”

We stared in each other’s eyes while all of this hung in the air. My mind was racing too fast to formulate a response. *Do I want this? Am I sure? Wow she’s beautiful.*

But, then the moment was interrupted.

“Hey! Last call!” the bartender shouted at us. I jumped, startled, and Chloe’s laugh broke the tension. “We’re doing one more, right?” I asked her. “Oh yeah, definitely,” Chloe agreed.

When I came back with our last drinks, I scooted a little closer to her. I recall noticing that I did it without thinking, and wondering if that was an unconscious agreement to what Chloe was proposing. Chloe’s foot immediately found my leg, and then her whole leg was rubbing against mine. I didn’t mind.

We laughed our way through the last drinks. I told her a story of getting lost my first time in the city we were in – got on the wrong train to start, tried to ask locals for help via Google Translate, and ended up getting yelled at by an elderly man for sitting in a handicap seat on the train (there were no signs, it was an etiquette thing).

We ended up being the last ones there. The bartender got a little pushy, “Hey we’re closing in 5 minutes, you gotta go soon.” I looked at Chloe. She leaned over and had her head up looking at me. Her dark eyes bordered on doe-like.

“It’s so crazy seeing you here,” Chloe said softly. “You were such a big part of my life back home. All those years trying to get through school…I wouldn’t have made it without your help. And then getting into a Ph.D…I couldn’t have done that without you.”

I appreciated the sentiment, but this was, in fact, nonsense. I didn’t force her to study for hours. I didn’t make her come to office hours. She earned all that she had. And that’s what I told her. “Chloe…that’s nonsense. *You* made it through college. *You* did all that studying. *You* had the dedication to come meet with me twice a week.”

She leaned her head back and I could see her holding back a big smile. “I guess so, but you were a support figure that I didn’t have in other professors. You were always so…welcoming. It made a big difference. You always thought about what was best for me.”

“I don’t know,” Chloe kept going, fumbling around a little, “I guess I…I just…Sometimes I think everything I’ve done, and where my career is headed, and even where my career is right now, like being in *another country* presenting my work…I couldn’t have done without you.”

She put her hand on mine then. I didn’t deflect it or try to move away. Instead, I caressed her hand with my thumb while we kind of sank into each other, letting our shoulders touch. We smiled at each other and let some silence do the talking for a moment. When the moment passed, we both sat up straight and went for our drinks. We nearly chugged them, and started walking out of the bar. We both knew where we were going. She didn’t have to ask again.

The elevator doors closed, and I was tasting her tongue before we even started moving up. I cupped the back of her neck, and ran a hand through her hair dragging my fingers along her scalp, then down her back, and back up her sides. She twitched…and moaned…and then, PING! The doors were opening.

The next thing I remember is closing my room door and pushing her against the wall in the dark. Our hands frantically pushed and pulled at each other, resuming our fun from the elevator. I kept one hand on her head – my fingers massaged her scalp, traced her cheek bones, teased her ear, until her head leaned back into my hand while I leaned into her neck.

I could barely control myself when my lips touched her flesh. I pushed and sucked her neck harder and harder listening to Chloe moan next to my ear. “*Oh!*” She gasped when I let some teeth through. Very carefully, I let my fingers on her scalp start to ball up, ever so slightly tugging at her hair. Chloe was panting moans at this point. I balled my fingers more, and practically feasted on her neck.

Then…I let go. Her head was back in her control, and my saliva was all that touched her flesh. This lapse only lasted seconds. I recall biting my lips watching her come to, and the moments afterwards were intense. It was like we took a few seconds to look into the future, looking at all the things we were about to do to each other.

My hands found her shirt and lifted it over her head. Button by button my shirt fell off of me. When we found the bed, Chloe sat down and ripped my belt off in seconds. I pushed everything else off and immediately felt her fingers wrapping around me.

My whole body twitched when she wrapped her lips around my head. Involuntary moans came pouring out of me. She returned the moan while her head pushed and pulled back and forth on my cock. I felt a drip of something hit my toe. Saliva? Precum? I didn’t care and it seemed that Chloe didn’t either. “*Nngh*, oh! Fuck!” I moaned – Chloe cupped my balls and began squeezing them lightly, without ever stopping the slippery work on my cock. It took a lot to keep standing.

My body started to bend over, my knees bent a little. Chloe must have sensed this because right after my knees bent she uncupped my balls and slapped/grabbed my ass. She held on tight and pulled me into her more. Maybe too much – she made a choking noise when she pulled me in. She pulled off to take a couple breaths. I was going to stop her, but my cock was in her mouth again before I could do anything. This time Chloe went down further, her hand still on my ass to pull me in more. I heard her take deep breaths every time she went back, before trying to take all of me again. I kept thinking how bad I wanted to fuck her mouth. And how bad I wanted to make her moan, and slap her ass, and have my way with her.

I grabbed her shoulder, hard enough to say “stop.” When we were face to face again, I shoved my tongue into her mouth – tasting a little of my own precum. We stopped to rapidly pull off our remaining clothes, and stared at each other. I looked her up and down, instinctively feeling a rush of adrenaline thinking about how I wanted her. I turned her around and pulled her in. My chest felt her back, my cock felt her ass, and my hands ran all over her midsection. I took in a deep breath of her flesh and sucked on her neck. Her head leaned backwards into me while she moaned. My fingers found her clit and teased her with circles before sticking just a bit of my finger into her slit. She was soaking wet – *good.* My hands went back up to her chest and pinched one of her nipples. “Oh!” she moaned and twitched. I slowed down, and we stood there breathing heavy until she shoved her body back into me and said,

“*Do whatever the fuck you want to me.*”

I smiled and gave her a last kiss on the neck before I bent her over right there, her upper half on the bed and lower half inviting me in. My cock slowly pushed through her wet pussy and into her – both of us letting out primal curses when it happened. I felt every inch of my cock slowly become wet as I slowly glided in. My hands gripped her hips hard. I paused there, taking in how light she seemed, how easy she would be to manhandle. I pulled my dick back and slammed into her this time, and again, and again. My hands pulled her small hips towards me while my hips thrust hard into her. I could only hear two things: the sound of our hips smacking each other, and Chloe’s voice moaning.

The volume of her voice fluctuated each time I rammed into her, creating a constant drone rather than quick short moans.

I pulled out, wanting to take a break. I could hear Chloe desperately breathing on the bed. I bent down and pressed my mouth over her clit. She nearly yelled out in surprise, “Ooohh?! Oooooohhhh, fuck!” One hand ran up and down her leg before palming her ass while I ate her out. When she stopped moaning, I caught her off-guard by slipping a finger into her.

Soon I shoved her more onto the bed. She laid there without rolling over or anything – waiting for me to decide. *Good.* My hands kept her in place while I straddled her prone bone.

She was so wet that I slid in so easily. We matched moans again when my cock went in, and I pulled back listening to her. I pulled all the way out and paused, teasing her by tapping my dick on her, taking in the moment. But when she spoke, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck me Dr. Hand. *Fuck me.*”

The whole bed moved when I plunged my dick back into her. The bed creaked each time my cock went into her. Before long my hand moved down to grip her ass. I raised my hand up and dropped it hard on her ass.

“*Ooh, fuck!*”

I spanked her again.

“*Ooh!* Don’t stop! Slap my ass again!”

I obliged her, and brought my hand back down. She moaned my name when my hand landed perfectly on her ass cheek. The bed cheered me on with its squeaks while I kept fucking and spanking her. Chloe’s voice was becoming quieter but droning in pleasure.

Something in the moment willed me to stop. Quickly, I leaned forward, my back inches from hers, sent my hand to her scalp, and pulled on her hair. She gasped and panted while I kissed and nimbled on her ear. Her pants became whimpers when my cock picked up rhythm again. My fingers tightened around her scalp and hair while I thrust into her, moaning in her ear.

“*Oh fuck, oh fuck Chloe…*”

She went quiet so I tugged her hair back harshly.

“*Talk to me.*”

She panted a few more times and breathed out,

“*Harder.*”

I bit her neck and released her head. One hand held her back down while I put everything I had into each push.

“*Fuck! Harder!” Chloe snapped.

My other hand took aim and slapped her ass hard. She screamed, and I slapped it again. My hand came down on her over and over until I locked my hands around her hips. I went fast and pulled her into me each time. Her words faded into a vague moan and I felt her start to quiver. My dick felt her cum leak out. I kept hold of her hips and kept the same motion and energy, listening to her mind drift away and embrace the orgasm. I could tell she came back to reality when her moans were recognizable *Oh*”‘s and “*Fuck*”‘s again. I felt myself getting close and had to tell her.

“Fuck, Chloe I’m about to cum.”

“I’m on the pill. Cum wherever you want. *Oooh fuckk!*”

I pulled out (#discipline), and effortlessly turned her light body over. I straddled her face, jerking my dick to the end. Chloe took it a step further, and put her mouth at the end of my cock waiting for me to cum. My legs tensed and my body fell over.

“Oh fuck. *Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckkkkk*” came out of me as I passed the point of no return. Suddenly I felt Chloe’s hand at my ass pulling my body so that my cock throbbed in her mouth. My whole body shook as she swallowed every shot that escaped me.

She pushed my cock out when I was done, and I rolled over.

“Whoa,” was all I said lying next to her.

“Yeah…” Chloe responded softly

“That was uhh…” I started.

“…something else,” Chloe finished with a chuckle.

We sat in silence for a few moments, each of us processing what we did. She turned onto her side facing me. “Did you ever daydream about that?” Chloe asked me.

“Not in this exact way. Sometimes I would get a little flustered with you in my office, for sure. But what just happened? Definitely not.”

“Same for me. Then I saw you here and something just came over me,” she admitted.

“Yeah, I felt the same.”

We bonded over some pillow talk for a while before getting up to clean off. She slept in my room that night. Yes, we had more sex when we woke up. It was just a quickie though because we woke up late. The conference went on for three more days. Chloe and I were basically FWB the whole time. We met in the bar each night, and headed back to my room afterwards to have passionate rough sex. I fucking loved it.

Honestly, I was sad to part ways with her. We both went back to our respective homes and didn’t talk for a while. I got a text from her a few months later when a conference paper deadline was coming up.

“Hey Dr. Hand, are you submitting anything to ***?” (starring out the conference name)

“Yep, 2 papers. You?”

“Same, two. Good luck. I hope to see you there ;)”

We both ended up presenting work at the conference, and Chloe stayed in my room again each night of it. We ended up seeing one another about twice a year after our initial re-connection. Every time was the same – rough passionate sex filled with tearing off each others’ clothes, spanking, hair-pulling, biting, and screaming for “more, harder, faster.” Well, every year but one – she was in a relationship for a while, but it didn’t last and we were right back to it at the next conference.

Then COVID hit. I haven’t seen her since 2019. We kept in touch via text a little bit, talked a lot about work stuff, and sexted a few times, but that’s it.

Hopefully all of the conferences will be going back to in-person this year or next year at the latest. I’m looking forward to seeing her again, to say the least.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u1cssq/reconnecting_with_a_student_at_an_international