Fucking [M]y [F]rench Professor (long and detailed.)

I remember that it changed me. Just looking at her changed me. It was the second day of the summer semester. The most gorgeous woman bumped into me while on my way to class. She stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes met mine and she smiled at me. I smiled back. In the moment it felt right. If you were a bystander you would think “What in the hell are they doing?” Cupid’s arrow struct us. After what felt like an eternity, I reached out and said ” My name is Tim, what is yours?”

“Kelsey.”

Let’s pause for a second and describe her. She is 5’4″ with dark walnut hair with a few highlights, slightly curled and gorgeous bright blue eyes. She had some makeup on but it was not much. A maroon v neck sweater with the sleeves that were rolled up, and a white blouse just sticking out of the collar and sleeves. It was not tight, but you would be able to tell she was in amazing shape. The v neck cams down just far enough to reveal her bust, but it was not slutty. It was more “I’m here to have fun, and be serious in what I do.” I was into that. She also had on a dark pair of tight jeans, a pencil sticking out of her pocket, and a set of gray heels. He waist was slim, and her butt was like two small coconuts, it was just perfect. Her bust was about a 30b. I remember that she smelled like strawberries or something did, but I like to think it was her.