Taking My Student’s BBC!

It was my first year as a real professor. Not an assistant, not a temp, but my own classes with my own schedule. I’m not sure, but I may have been the youngest full-time professor at the entire university: 26 years old. Who knows? I never checked. But I’ll never forget that first semester.

During the first week of classes all I kept saying to myself is, “Don’t fuck the students. Don’t fuck the students. For fuck’s sake Avery, do not fuck the students.” It worked. For a month anyway. That’s when a student of mine, a shy, timid student of mine came to me for help. For the most part, his grades were good, low A’s and B’s until the last one. A D for dismal. He was distraught, and just couldn’t understand what happened. My office hours were always posted in my class and of course on the syllabus handed out on the very first day, but who keeps those. And, as always, an outside hours appointment is always possible. Curly, that’s what I will call him as to not giveaway his true identity, didn’t make an appointment. He knew his class was my last of the day and that my office hours were from the end of that class until 90 minutes later: 330pm to be exact.

Curly knocked timidly on the ajar door to my office at 215pm. I barely even heard the knock, in fact, I didn’t until he knocked a second time, and the door opened a bit more. I looked up from my chair. I was surprised to see him. He never raised his hand in class, but I knew him because he sat at the front, and his class was smaller than most, only 21 students. My other classes have well over 40. He was wearing a red waffle sweater, black jeans and converse sneakers. Though casual, he was well put together. His dark green book bag was nice, as was his light chocolate skin tone and curly hair. Hence the name Curly.

“Come in, come in,” I smiled. I pulled his name up on my computer and saw his scores: A, B, B, D. I knew why he was there, but thought I would let him tell me anyways. “Have a seat,” I continued. “What can I do for you, Curly?”

“Wow, you know my name?” he said.

“Of course. You sit in the front row, though you never engage. I can guess why you’re here, but, let’s hear it from you.”

“It’s that last grade. I can’t shake it. I just don’t know what happened. I sit and I absorb your information, and you’re a really good professor, I just don’t know what I did wrong there. Is there anyway I can retake or do something to bring it up. I really need to keep my GPA up to maintain my scholarship.”

I felt bad for the poor kid. I looked at my screen again, 20 years old, sophomore. He had a gap year between high school and college, a lot of kids do. I looked at him again. He was tall, probably 6’3 or 6’4, strong muscular build, and very handsome. His demeanor certainly didn’t match his manly sex appeal. The way his sweater accentuated his chest and biceps made me burn inside. My husband had been out of the country on business for three weeks now, and, frankly, I was fucking horny.

I got up from my chair and walked around the desk that separated us. He followed with his eyes until I walked behind me, grazing my hand along his shoulders, across the top of his back, and down his arm on the other side. I sat beside him. “Do you have a girlfriend,” I asked. “Maybe you’re distracted.”

“I do,” he said, “but it’s not that. We haven’t even had sex.”

“Well maybe that’s it,” I mused. “Maybe your frustrated.” I put a hand on his knee and leaned over, making sure my blouse showed ample cleavage.” I noticed him staring down it, quite sure he could see my white bra cups that matched my top.

[Click here](https://averymontgomery.medium.com/taking-my-students-virginity-by-using-his-bbc-8ca847ab8b89) to see what happened next! And god he felt amazing.

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