F4A Teachers Visit [Rape]? More like [Naive] [Coercion] {Teacher/Student] [Professor/Student] [part 2] but can be read alone

People seemed to really like my first story, and after months of writers block, I’ve finally gotten over myself and wrote a part 2. It can be read by itself, but it’d be better with the first one, and a character from the first on is mentioned in this one quite a bit. So, without further Ado, I give you.

Teachers Visit

After getting a clean bill of health from Doctor Magnum, and taking all my shots, I was cleared to attend college. After a week of getting settled in, and getting the feel of all my classes, I can safely say that I am way in over my head. Everything is moving so fast, and everyone one around me is so smart, and I feel like I’m floundering to keep up.

I’m scared as I walk into my English Lecture. It’ll be my second one but the first had gone completely over my head. Nothing had made sense, which frustrated me because literature is my favorite subject. But it seemed like the professor was speaking an entirely different language when he was talking. And the homework he’d assigned! Don’t even get me started on that, it was due for another week but I wasn’t even close to getting a handle on it to even know what I was supposed to be doing.

[A4A] First Doctors Visit [18+] [Age] [Rape]? more like [Naive] [Coercion] [First Time] [Doctor] [MDom] [Fsub] [Sex] [Checkup]

I’m nervous. This will be my first ever physical checkup. My parents were the type of hippies who didn’t believe in vaccinations, and doctors, and the government. We lived out in the woods, away from others, without modern technology and the internet. It was a simple life, we ate what we grew, and we all pitched in to help out. But that life just wasn’t for me. I could never stop myself from wondering what was out there, what I was missing. I didn’t have much to go on, but my brothers would tell me stories, meant to scare me away from the world, but all it did was make me curious. So, when I turned eighteen and my parents weren’t allowed to make me stay, I applied to college. I didn’t get in the first time because I didn’t have papers, or transcripts, or any of the needed paperwork to apply to college, but my mom helped me out behind my dads back. She grew up in the world, was a regular gal until she met my dad, so she knew all the proper ways to handle getting me into college, plus it didn’t hurt that even with my upbringing I’d always loved to read and was very smart already.