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The email was sent and she wondered how the professor would react to the explicit parts of the story. She went into some detail about her real life sexual practices with another coed, and that was sort of scary, knowing that a person she deeply respected would be reading this.
She wondered if the professor would secretly masturbate to her short story. What a thought. A crazy thought. Someone like Professor Bell? A gorgeous, intelligent woman. Playing with herself?
Of course she might, Erin thought. Everyone touches themselves. But would the professor touch herself because of Erin's work? The million dollar question. Erin secretly wished she could go back and revise her story to make it dirtier. To leave no doubt that the professor would cum from reading it. But that was just a thought. No way she'd ever send something that explicit to a woman of that stature.
If not, there'd be other opportunities to make that orgasm happen, hopefully...
When their next early morning meeting arrived, Erin had definitely noticed a pattern emerge.
That pattern was, every time they met, Professor Bell would dress extra casually, fixing her hair a little nicer, and put a little more emphasis onto her appearance. This time, the professor wore a long red dress with white lined patterns on it. Buttons on top. Dress shoes on her feet. It was like something an elementary school teacher would wear.
How pretty. How very attractive.
Erin found herself doing the same thing. Dressing nicely and placing emphasis on her hair.
They did their usual small talk. A quick conversation breezed by and they felt like friends more than anything else.
Then it was time for work.
"I really enjoyed it," the professor said in her business-like tone. "I think you have a winning product here. I'd love to send this over to my friends to see if they'd give you a job."
Erin smiled broadly. "Great! I'm so glad to hear it."
"I can't promise you'll become an editor there. Remember, it's only a reference. There are tons of other people applying for the same position. Hopefully this would give you an advantage. It really demonstrates your expertise in romance, and maybe even a little erotica as well."
There was a slight innuendo in the professor's voice, and a hint of playfulness too.
Erin blushed, "Did I go overboard with that aspect? Sorry. I tried following your tips, and the result was a lot of eroticism."
"More like softcore porn," the professor smiled.
"Oh..."
Erin felt herself clenching badly. She felt mortified that she had written such things and showed them to her professor. But the professor seemed to like it, and that made things worth it.
"The romance genre is becoming a broad field," Professor Bell said. "It includes a lot of things. Some focus on love. Or it could focus on passion. Your work just so happens to focus on passion. Don't be embarrassed by that. Embrace your work. Those are your most intimate thoughts and you laid it all out there. Be proud of yourself for what you've created."
Erin nodded. "You know, I needed to hear that."
"Why?"
"Because it just seems so weird. You know, pushing my boundaries as to how much I'm willing to share with you. Knowing that you and others will read it."
"Other people will think you've made it up."
"But you know I actually did those things," Erin replied.
"Do you think I'm going to judge you for experimenting with another woman?"
"Yes," Erin reluctantly answered. "Actually, no. Well, I'm not sure. Are you?"
"Heavens no. You're young, smart, talented, and beautiful. You can have anyone you want. So why not explore?"
Oh, how it felt so good to hear that. Finally, Erin thought, a real connection was being established here in which she would never be judged. Who would have thought? In the professor's office of all places. If anyone ever calls Professor Bell a bitch again, they'll have to answer to me now. Erin thought playfully.
"Can I be honest?" Erin asked rhetorically.
"Please."
"This assignment and our last discussion has been a wonderful experience. I felt like I was able to really delve deep and express myself, and remember those memories I've had. Now it's like, I'll never forget that experience. I have it all documented in the form of this story."
"The benefits of being a writer," the professor stated. "Do you plan on making this story into a romance novel? You have a knack for it."
"Maybe someday, hopefully. I don't know if I'm ready to commit myself to a full length novel just yet. Someday, if I ever find the time."
"You should try when your job situation is settled. It'll be a great experience for yourself, and for your potential readers."
"How daunting," Erin smiled.
"It definitely is. But satisfying. Connecting with readers, making them feel things, powerful emotions, is worth the effort."
"Oh, yes."
Erin's hands clasped and her back straightened. She pressed her lips together so incriminating words wouldn't slip out.
"What is it?" the professor asked, sensing the student's tenseness. "It looks like you have something on your mind."
As a teaching professional at a large university, Bell had worked with thousands of students. She may not have learned all of their names, but she learned to read body language well enough. And she knew something was up.
"It's nothing. I appreciate all the help."
"Tell me," the professor pried. "It's just us in here. I am your confidant."
"Trust me, it's totally inappropriate."
The professor's eyes widened. "Now you've piqued my interest. I have to know. And you have to tell me."
"Or else what?" Erin mockingly challenged.
"You'll fail the class. Now say what's on your mind."
Erin took a deep breath. "It's stupid, really. But when you said those things about affecting readers, I wondered how this story affected you, if at all. I mean, nevermind..."
"You're asking if I was aroused?" the professor said with a half-grin.
"Well, I mean...ugh...I shouldn't have said anything. Sorry."
"Or are you asking if I masturbated?"
Erin sighed and gave a half-shrug. "That's basically what I was wondering. Since that's what readers normally do with erotica, right? So that sort of crossed my mind when I sent the email. Stupid question, sorry."
"Between us, completely off the record, of course I did."
Erin was shocked. "Really?"
"I'm a human being, just like you. A red blooded American woman. You think I don't play with myself?"
"Well, everyone does. But it's surprising though, imagining you like that."
"You imagined me masturbating?" the professor asked with an eyebrow raised.
Erin turned beet red. "Oh goodness."
"Don't be shy about it," the professor said. "It's rather simple to imagine. I read your assignment on my tablet, laying on my living room couch. I live alone, so privacy isn't an issue. As I was reading it, my hand drifted below. I came."
"Yikes," Erin said with wide eyes.
"Yikes in a good way?"
Erin swiftly nodded. "Oh yes. I mean, it's a good thing. Wonderful, in fact. I'm glad to have been able to give you those feelings."
"Have you been pleasuring yourself during this process?"
Erin nodded shyly. "Sure."
"What did you think about?"
"You don't want to know. Trust me."
"When will you learn to trust me?" the professor asked. "I'm interested. Tell me."
"I thought about different things," Erin gulped.
"Like?"
There was a genuine, lustful curiosity in the professor's voice, and a hungry look in her eyes.
A wave of courage flowed through Erin as a result. How far could she push things? How far was she willing to go? There was only one way to find out.
"I thought about my past experience," Erin said after a deep breath and a moment of hesitation. "I also thought about this. Our meetings here."
"So you've thought about me? In your masturbation fantasies?"
"Yes."
"I've thought about you too," Professor Bell casually stated. "When I read your story, I imagined you doing all those things with another girl. I loved all your thoughtful descriptions of oral sex with another woman; kissing, nibbling, and sucking at different body parts."
Erin felt swept away. "Oh..."
"Now what exactly did you think about me? What was I doing in your little masturbation fantasy? And what were you doing to me?
Erin gulped loudly. "To be completely honest, I've thought about us, you know, here in the office, doing things. Maybe we'd masturbate together, or kiss. Then in the classroom when no one else is there. We'd perform, you know, oral sex on each other, taking turns."
The professor took a long breath and her lips briefly pursed. Her powerful demeanor was slightly diminished as she broke character and slightly squirmed in her seat.
"Sounds enticing, your fantasy."
With the professor now dazed and in a heightened state of arousal, Erin wondered if she should take the chance of a lifetime. This could be disastrous for both of them. But she wanted this with all her heart.
"Do you want me to show you?" Erin asked with nervous hesitation.
Professor Bell forced these lustful emotions away and her strict classroom demeanor had returned. She sat upright and held her chin high.
"Erin, I like you a lot," the professor said coldly. "I shouldn't admit this, but you're probably my favorite student. And this has been titillating to say the least. But I'm your professor, and I could lose my job if we kept this going."
What a punch in the gut. Erin could swear that she was deflating at this very moment. Her jaw dropped a little too, then she clenched her teeth together for a moment of anger.
"So what was all this? A game to you?"
The professor shook her head. "I never play games with students. In fact, I've never even had a sexual discussion like this with a student before. I genuinely care about helping you."
"Was all that stuff about masturbating to my story even true?" Erin had to ask.
"Are you doubting me?"
The professor casually hiked up her skirt to reveal those soft voluptuous thighs. Her white panties were exposed, which she pulled to the side to reveal her delicious looking pussy. The outer labia was brown and thick. The inside was pink and dripping with vaginal fluids and arousal.
It looked delicious enough to make Erin's mouth water, then the professor covered herself and pulled her dress down.
"Now you know," the professor said, fixing her dress. "We can't go any further. It would be totally inappropriate."
Erin took a deep breath. "I can show you mine. Please? I swear I'll never tell anyone."
"Erin, I wish I could, but no..."
"If you really mean it, then come here and stop me."
In an act of defiance against the professor's words, Erin looked the teacher in the eyes and lifted a side of her shirt, to reveal a white bra, which covered her small breasts. As she had suspected, the professor seemed powerless at this point, which was a fun role-reversal. In fact, the professor just stared with lust, occasionally glancing at the small window opening of her door.
Then Erin pulled the front side of her left bra down, exposing her delicate pink nipple, which was hard at this point. It was enough to make the professor bite her lower lip.
Erin pinched her nipple and rubbed it. "You're not stopping me."
"If someone knocks on my door, or peeks through the small window, cover yourself immediately."
"Of course."
"Show me how you masturbate," the professor said. "Do it discreetly. Undo the top of your pants and slide your right hand underneath your panties. So if someone came here, you could easily cover yourself."
Erin flashed a nervous smile. "Yes, professor."
And she did as she was told. She fixed her bra, covering her small tit, and pulled her tshirt down. Then she went to work on undoing her pants, opening it just enough so that her right hand could slip below to her bare pussy.
A long breath escaped Erin's lips as she touched herself, looking the professor straight in the eyes. She rubbed herself with an intense passion, yet she was careful not to exert herself too much, since after all, anyone in the hallway could simply peek inside through that small window.
Good thing it was still early in the morning.
"Are you going to cum?" the professor asked.
Erin continued rubbing. "Do you want me to?"
"Yes, I want to see it. I want you to think about your short story. Imagine turning it into a novel, and it becomes a hot selling romance novel. People will read it and praise you, not knowing that it's a true story. How sexy would that be, Erin? People knowing your intimate secret, but we both know it's a reality."
Erin gasped as she rubbed herself faster.
The professor continued, "That's what I love about you. You're so unbelievably smart and talented. Yet you have this passionate side that you're showing me. Now show me all the way. Show me how passionate you are inside. Cum."
Dazzling sensations ripped through Erin's body as their eyes were locked. She fingered her pussy hard and fast. Soon, her once dry panties had suddenly become stained with clear fluids, and Erin hunched over slightly, her breathing heavy.
When she managed to sit upright again, she looked at the professor and tried not to be embarrassed about this.
"Taste yourself," the professor said. "I'd like to see that."
So Erin did. She brought her two fingers to her mouth and seductively licked and sucked them clean, engulfing that clear string of white fluids into her mouth, and swallowing
"Did you enjoy that?" the professor asked.
Erin nodded, licking her lips clean. "That was intense. So intense. I've never done anything like that before. You were right about a person's voice, too. Hearing you say those things with that tone made me cum."
"Is that so?"
"You have a special touch," Erin said, zipping up her pants.
Professor Bell stood up and walked over to the student, who remained seated and in a state of bliss from the orgasm.
"I want to give you another assignment," the professor said. "It's purely optional, this one. Consider it extra credit of sorts."
Erin gave an inviting look. "Anything."
"Email me your masturbation fantasy in a classroom. I want to hear it. Spare no detail. That is all for today."
"Thank you, professor."
After an evening out with friends, Erin had returned to her dorm and laid on the bed, thinking about how to craft the email. She wanted to be careful and precise with her words.
If this were to actually come true, it needed to be realistic, and most importantly, very hot. So she typed:
Perhaps we can make a romance story of our own?
Something down the line. Just think: A teacher/student relationship. The forbidden nature of it. How their hearts couldn't be contained.
I can imagine the teacher taking the student to the classroom, early in the morning when no one is there. From that point, the possibilities are endless. I'd love to see the professor pin her student against the wall, out of view from the small window on the door, and drop down on her knees to perform on the student.
The opposite would also happen.
They'd make each other feel so good. Satisfying all their lustful desires.
Could this happen with us?
Let me know,
Erin
After an hour later, she received an email reply, which seemed purposely vague. All it said was to meet at the office before class started.
What did it mean? Erin wondered, while slipping a hand beneath her panties. At least she had her fantasy to rely on.
And so she anticipated what would happen next when she went to their next meeting, which was on the early morning before their class started. It was 7 am on a foggy morning. Naturally, there weren't many students on campus. She dressed more casually this time, choosing clothes which could easily be slipped off, in case anything were to happen. She also brought her laptop and other school supplies for the class later.
When she reached the office, the professor was packing all her things.
"Busy?" Erin asked.
Professor Bell gathered her purse and class papers. "Yes, actually. We're busy."
"We are?"
"Have you forgotten? The assignment. The classroom. A shared romance. If you're going to write a new romance story for a potential future novel, then you need the experience for it."
Erin gave an infectious smile. "Hands on experience always works best."
They walked to the other building together. Along the way, they passed by a few students and Bell said 'hello' to another professor she ran into. No one had any idea what they'd be doing. Why would anyone suspect a thing? These were two ladies carrying their school supplies to class in the early morning.
Except when Professor Bell unlocked the classroom with her key, she pulled Erin inside the classroom, pinning her to the wall, and planted a wet kiss on her lips. They made out passionately and intensely. Their tongues wrestled. Their lips pressed.
The lights in the classroom were still off, but the room was lit by the windows facing the foggy sky, making the classroom a faint shade of gray.
The professor broke off the kiss and locked the door. They still had to worry about the small square window on the door. But if they were careful, and stood by the wall, no one would be able to see.
"How's this for classwork?" the professor asked, pinning herself against the student again.
Erin kissed this lady's lips. "I'm about to be an A student."
"You already are, in my book."
They kissed again, harder, but sensually. They tasted each other and felt each other's body pressed tight.
Professor Bell broke the kiss and pulled Erin in so the student could kiss her face. Erin gladly complied and kissed the face of the mature woman. She did different naughty things, like sucking the professor's ear lobe, trailing kisses from her face to her neck and collarbone.
"Good news," the professor said while her ear was being nibbled on. "I've sent your short romance story to some friends of mine. I've heard some good feedback."
Erin pulled her mouth away and looked the professor in the eyes, studying her face so up close, seeing every age line and detail. God, this woman is the embodiment of mature beauty.
"Thank you," Erin whispered.
"You're quite welcome. It's a pleasure helping you."
"I want to return the favor. I need to."
Professor Bell's eyebrow rose. "That won't be necessary. Being here, like this, kissing you, is all I need. Truthfully, you make me feel young again."
"Surely a student can express her gratitude in other ways?"
"Only if you insist."
Erin grinned. "Oh, but I do."
With that, Erin threw her arms around the teacher and continued the hot makeout session. After a while, her hands drifted down to the professor's top buttons, undoing them to expose the bra. For the past few days, Erin had been dying to see what the professor's breasts and nipples looked like, and when the bra was exposed, Erin tugged at one side.
There it was. Bell's breast was plump and her nipple was large. It was a dark shade of brown, and Erin helped herself, diving down to suckle on it. She nursed on the nipple the way she had been fantasizing about. She rolled it around in her mouth and stroked her tongue across, making the professor moan. Perfect!
"You'll be the death of me," Professor Bell groaned, running her fingers through Erin's long hair.
Erin unlatched her mouth from the tit. "Not yet, anyway. Not from this."
"Oh?"
"Watch."
Erin dropped to her knees. The professor knew what was coming, so she lifted her dress, giving clear access to her white panties, which Erin pulled down. The professor lifted each of her feet so that Erin could remove the panties and place it in her pocket. The professor wondered if she would ever get her panties back, and she realized that the answer was obviously no.
The professor leaned against the wall and spread her legs. How delicious it looked. Her pussy was insanely moist. There was a small bush above it. Her labia was thick and suckable. And there was her clitoris aching to be sucked.
"Put me out of my misery," Professor Bell requested, as Erin had just been kneeling there, staring at the gaping hole.
Erin leaned forward and kissed it all over. Then she stroked her tongue across the labia. Then the clitoris, making the professor squirm. Erin felt the pubic hairs tickling her nose, but she didn't care; that only added to the experience.
Finally, she plunged her tongue inside the professor's pussy, making her gasp. Oh, the taste of a mature woman. How sweet it was. Like nectar. It was only the second pussy Erin had ever tasted, and she loved it. She loved the aroma of it. The wetness. She sucked on it hard, tasting as much as she could. And she loved that it made the typically stern professor become weak.
"You're a natural," the professor sighed. "Make me cum, darling, it's been a while."
Ah, this was Erin's specialty. She darted her tongue in and out of the pussy hole, and occasionally stroked her tongue around the clitoris, even making circles around it.
The professor tensed so hard and the expressions on her face spoke volumes. Erin's mouth was flooded with all the natural benefits of this. When the intense feeling left, Professor Bell breathed a loud sigh of relief, feeling like a brand new woman.
Erin licked her lips and wiped away the excess with the back of her hand.
"How did I do?"
"Wonderful, my lovely girl," the professor said with relief. "You were wonderful. I can say without question, that you are my favorite student."
Erin smiled and stood. "Thank you. For everything."
A noise of laughter came from down the hall. It was faint, as the door was closed. Then the group of students laughing and joking passed by the classroom.
"Students will come soon," Erin said.
"Not likely. We have about 20 minutes before students begin to arrive."
"Anything in mind?"
"Yes, my turn to taste you," the professor stated. "If anyone shows up, we'll quickly dress, unlock the door, and say that we were working on something."
"With the lights off?"
"It's for your story, isn't it? I'll say that I was simply showing you how light affects a scene in a story, how these little details matter. That'll be our excuse, should anyone try to open the locked door."
"Sounds like a plan."
The professor took charge and threw her arms around Erin again, kissing her, tasting her own fluids on the student's mouth. Then the professor switched roles. She pushed the student back against the wall, asserting her dominance. After all, this was her classroom! She could exert dominance however she pleased. Isn't that proper classroom etiquette?
It was now the professor's turn to drop to her knees. And it was Erin's turn to undo her bottom, revealing her panties.
"Have you ever done this before?" Erin asked, undoing her own clothes. "I mean, have you ever eaten pussy?"
The panties came down and Erin's pussy was bare. It was freshly shaved and looked deliciously wet. Her pussy was smaller than the professor's, with thinner labia and a pink hole which was cute. The professor stared at it with lust and admiration.
"Let me show you. Then you can decide if I've done this before."
Professor Bell leaned in and devoured the student, nearly causing Erin's eyes to roll back. If Erin was a good pussy eater, Bell was the master. If Erin had a hot tongue, skilled to the touch, then Bell was the Queen.
There was zero doubt in Erin's mind that the professor had more than her fair share of pussy. This simply felt too good. Too amazing. Erin closed her eyes and leaned her head back, thanking God for this amazing moment in her young life.
As Erin leaned her head back, she heard the occasional chatter from the hallway. Students talking with other students, professors talking to other professors; simple chatter.
Erin didn't mind. In fact, that only made this moment hotter, knowing that she was exchanging oral sex with the chairwoman of the university's esteemed writing program. A chairwoman, who as it just so happened, had the mouth of an angel, and ate pussy like one too.
Sadly, the professor pulled her mouth away, causing Erin to open her eyes and look down to see what was wrong.
But nothing was wrong, there was Professor Bell, with wet lips, looking upwards at her.
"Turn around," the professor said. "Face the wall."
So she did. Erin faced the wall, pressing her face against it, and stuck her butt out. She then felt two fingers plunge inside of her wet pussy, making her gasp. The fingers stroked in and out of her hole, causing her to smile.
"This isn't just for pleasure," the professor said, while fingering the young student. "It's also an educational experience for you. Remember these feelings. The little details. Use them in your writing."
"God yes, I'll remember."
The professor's voice had a low sensual tone again. She was doing this on purpose, to stimulate Erin's mind, as well as her pussy.
Professor Bell kept on fingering. "You're the first student I've ever tasted, or played with. A part of me does feel horrible that I've breached my ethics. But there's good reason. I want to help you succeed. And let's be honest, you're irresistible to me. To anyone. I had to have you."
"Yes..."
Erin moaned low, enjoying the sound of the professor's voice. It was a surreal thrill. God, would they ever do this again?
"Cum for me," the professor said, fingering faster. "I'll need you to recover before class starts so that no one will suspect a thing. How naughty. Do you like that? Being my naughty student? Eating me before class? Allowing me to return the favor? Do you like the thought of me giving a class lecture with the taste of your sex in my mouth?"
Erin gave a wicked smile. "Yes..."
"Then make it so. I'll lick my lips in class while speaking. Tasting your orgasm every so often. Only we know the secret. That's it, Erin. Only we'll know. No one else. Cum for me, darling."
The professor stopped speaking so that she could nestle her face in between Erin's soft butt cheeks, while still fingering the young student. This naturally made Erin gasp in supreme delight. She had never felt a tongue there before. Not in that hole. She had never even considered it before. Now that she felt it, she was certain she'd need it again.
Professor Bell's tongue plunged deep and swirled, while also fingering the student's dripping wet pussy.
A dazzling sensation exploded inside Erin, as both of her sex holes were being expertly stimulated by the teacher. She gasped breathlessly. Her mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. She could hardly breathe. Her eyes clenched shut.
Then she relaxed suddenly.
And when Erin relaxed, the professor stood up and turned her around, so they were face to face.
"Shall we make a toast?" Professor Bell asked, holding out two fingers, which were filled with Erin's clear fluids. "To good writing."
Erin smiled, "To good writing."
With that, Professor Bell fed one finger to Erin, letting her taste herself. Then the professor tasted the other finger, licking it clean. When both of their tongues had a coating of Erin's wonderful nectar, the professor threw her arms around the girl and they kissed wildly.
She wondered if the professor would secretly masturbate to her short story. What a thought. A crazy thought. Someone like Professor Bell? A gorgeous, intelligent woman. Playing with herself?
Of course she might, Erin thought. Everyone touches themselves. But would the professor touch herself because of Erin's work? The million dollar question. Erin secretly wished she could go back and revise her story to make it dirtier. To leave no doubt that the professor would cum from reading it. But that was just a thought. No way she'd ever send something that explicit to a woman of that stature.
If not, there'd be other opportunities to make that orgasm happen, hopefully...
When their next early morning meeting arrived, Erin had definitely noticed a pattern emerge.
That pattern was, every time they met, Professor Bell would dress extra casually, fixing her hair a little nicer, and put a little more emphasis onto her appearance. This time, the professor wore a long red dress with white lined patterns on it. Buttons on top. Dress shoes on her feet. It was like something an elementary school teacher would wear.
How pretty. How very attractive.
Erin found herself doing the same thing. Dressing nicely and placing emphasis on her hair.
They did their usual small talk. A quick conversation breezed by and they felt like friends more than anything else.
Then it was time for work.
"I really enjoyed it," the professor said in her business-like tone. "I think you have a winning product here. I'd love to send this over to my friends to see if they'd give you a job."
Erin smiled broadly. "Great! I'm so glad to hear it."
"I can't promise you'll become an editor there. Remember, it's only a reference. There are tons of other people applying for the same position. Hopefully this would give you an advantage. It really demonstrates your expertise in romance, and maybe even a little erotica as well."
There was a slight innuendo in the professor's voice, and a hint of playfulness too.
Erin blushed, "Did I go overboard with that aspect? Sorry. I tried following your tips, and the result was a lot of eroticism."
"More like softcore porn," the professor smiled.
"Oh..."
Erin felt herself clenching badly. She felt mortified that she had written such things and showed them to her professor. But the professor seemed to like it, and that made things worth it.
"The romance genre is becoming a broad field," Professor Bell said. "It includes a lot of things. Some focus on love. Or it could focus on passion. Your work just so happens to focus on passion. Don't be embarrassed by that. Embrace your work. Those are your most intimate thoughts and you laid it all out there. Be proud of yourself for what you've created."
Erin nodded. "You know, I needed to hear that."
"Why?"
"Because it just seems so weird. You know, pushing my boundaries as to how much I'm willing to share with you. Knowing that you and others will read it."
"Other people will think you've made it up."
"But you know I actually did those things," Erin replied.
"Do you think I'm going to judge you for experimenting with another woman?"
"Yes," Erin reluctantly answered. "Actually, no. Well, I'm not sure. Are you?"
"Heavens no. You're young, smart, talented, and beautiful. You can have anyone you want. So why not explore?"
Oh, how it felt so good to hear that. Finally, Erin thought, a real connection was being established here in which she would never be judged. Who would have thought? In the professor's office of all places. If anyone ever calls Professor Bell a bitch again, they'll have to answer to me now. Erin thought playfully.
"Can I be honest?" Erin asked rhetorically.
"Please."
"This assignment and our last discussion has been a wonderful experience. I felt like I was able to really delve deep and express myself, and remember those memories I've had. Now it's like, I'll never forget that experience. I have it all documented in the form of this story."
"The benefits of being a writer," the professor stated. "Do you plan on making this story into a romance novel? You have a knack for it."
"Maybe someday, hopefully. I don't know if I'm ready to commit myself to a full length novel just yet. Someday, if I ever find the time."
"You should try when your job situation is settled. It'll be a great experience for yourself, and for your potential readers."
"How daunting," Erin smiled.
"It definitely is. But satisfying. Connecting with readers, making them feel things, powerful emotions, is worth the effort."
"Oh, yes."
Erin's hands clasped and her back straightened. She pressed her lips together so incriminating words wouldn't slip out.
"What is it?" the professor asked, sensing the student's tenseness. "It looks like you have something on your mind."
As a teaching professional at a large university, Bell had worked with thousands of students. She may not have learned all of their names, but she learned to read body language well enough. And she knew something was up.
"It's nothing. I appreciate all the help."
"Tell me," the professor pried. "It's just us in here. I am your confidant."
"Trust me, it's totally inappropriate."
The professor's eyes widened. "Now you've piqued my interest. I have to know. And you have to tell me."
"Or else what?" Erin mockingly challenged.
"You'll fail the class. Now say what's on your mind."
Erin took a deep breath. "It's stupid, really. But when you said those things about affecting readers, I wondered how this story affected you, if at all. I mean, nevermind..."
"You're asking if I was aroused?" the professor said with a half-grin.
"Well, I mean...ugh...I shouldn't have said anything. Sorry."
"Or are you asking if I masturbated?"
Erin sighed and gave a half-shrug. "That's basically what I was wondering. Since that's what readers normally do with erotica, right? So that sort of crossed my mind when I sent the email. Stupid question, sorry."
"Between us, completely off the record, of course I did."
Erin was shocked. "Really?"
"I'm a human being, just like you. A red blooded American woman. You think I don't play with myself?"
"Well, everyone does. But it's surprising though, imagining you like that."
"You imagined me masturbating?" the professor asked with an eyebrow raised.
Erin turned beet red. "Oh goodness."
"Don't be shy about it," the professor said. "It's rather simple to imagine. I read your assignment on my tablet, laying on my living room couch. I live alone, so privacy isn't an issue. As I was reading it, my hand drifted below. I came."
"Yikes," Erin said with wide eyes.
"Yikes in a good way?"
Erin swiftly nodded. "Oh yes. I mean, it's a good thing. Wonderful, in fact. I'm glad to have been able to give you those feelings."
"Have you been pleasuring yourself during this process?"
Erin nodded shyly. "Sure."
"What did you think about?"
"You don't want to know. Trust me."
"When will you learn to trust me?" the professor asked. "I'm interested. Tell me."
"I thought about different things," Erin gulped.
"Like?"
There was a genuine, lustful curiosity in the professor's voice, and a hungry look in her eyes.
A wave of courage flowed through Erin as a result. How far could she push things? How far was she willing to go? There was only one way to find out.
"I thought about my past experience," Erin said after a deep breath and a moment of hesitation. "I also thought about this. Our meetings here."
"So you've thought about me? In your masturbation fantasies?"
"Yes."
"I've thought about you too," Professor Bell casually stated. "When I read your story, I imagined you doing all those things with another girl. I loved all your thoughtful descriptions of oral sex with another woman; kissing, nibbling, and sucking at different body parts."
Erin felt swept away. "Oh..."
"Now what exactly did you think about me? What was I doing in your little masturbation fantasy? And what were you doing to me?
Erin gulped loudly. "To be completely honest, I've thought about us, you know, here in the office, doing things. Maybe we'd masturbate together, or kiss. Then in the classroom when no one else is there. We'd perform, you know, oral sex on each other, taking turns."
The professor took a long breath and her lips briefly pursed. Her powerful demeanor was slightly diminished as she broke character and slightly squirmed in her seat.
"Sounds enticing, your fantasy."
With the professor now dazed and in a heightened state of arousal, Erin wondered if she should take the chance of a lifetime. This could be disastrous for both of them. But she wanted this with all her heart.
"Do you want me to show you?" Erin asked with nervous hesitation.
Professor Bell forced these lustful emotions away and her strict classroom demeanor had returned. She sat upright and held her chin high.
"Erin, I like you a lot," the professor said coldly. "I shouldn't admit this, but you're probably my favorite student. And this has been titillating to say the least. But I'm your professor, and I could lose my job if we kept this going."
What a punch in the gut. Erin could swear that she was deflating at this very moment. Her jaw dropped a little too, then she clenched her teeth together for a moment of anger.
"So what was all this? A game to you?"
The professor shook her head. "I never play games with students. In fact, I've never even had a sexual discussion like this with a student before. I genuinely care about helping you."
"Was all that stuff about masturbating to my story even true?" Erin had to ask.
"Are you doubting me?"
The professor casually hiked up her skirt to reveal those soft voluptuous thighs. Her white panties were exposed, which she pulled to the side to reveal her delicious looking pussy. The outer labia was brown and thick. The inside was pink and dripping with vaginal fluids and arousal.
It looked delicious enough to make Erin's mouth water, then the professor covered herself and pulled her dress down.
"Now you know," the professor said, fixing her dress. "We can't go any further. It would be totally inappropriate."
Erin took a deep breath. "I can show you mine. Please? I swear I'll never tell anyone."
"Erin, I wish I could, but no..."
"If you really mean it, then come here and stop me."
In an act of defiance against the professor's words, Erin looked the teacher in the eyes and lifted a side of her shirt, to reveal a white bra, which covered her small breasts. As she had suspected, the professor seemed powerless at this point, which was a fun role-reversal. In fact, the professor just stared with lust, occasionally glancing at the small window opening of her door.
Then Erin pulled the front side of her left bra down, exposing her delicate pink nipple, which was hard at this point. It was enough to make the professor bite her lower lip.
Erin pinched her nipple and rubbed it. "You're not stopping me."
"If someone knocks on my door, or peeks through the small window, cover yourself immediately."
"Of course."
"Show me how you masturbate," the professor said. "Do it discreetly. Undo the top of your pants and slide your right hand underneath your panties. So if someone came here, you could easily cover yourself."
Erin flashed a nervous smile. "Yes, professor."
And she did as she was told. She fixed her bra, covering her small tit, and pulled her tshirt down. Then she went to work on undoing her pants, opening it just enough so that her right hand could slip below to her bare pussy.
A long breath escaped Erin's lips as she touched herself, looking the professor straight in the eyes. She rubbed herself with an intense passion, yet she was careful not to exert herself too much, since after all, anyone in the hallway could simply peek inside through that small window.
Good thing it was still early in the morning.
"Are you going to cum?" the professor asked.
Erin continued rubbing. "Do you want me to?"
"Yes, I want to see it. I want you to think about your short story. Imagine turning it into a novel, and it becomes a hot selling romance novel. People will read it and praise you, not knowing that it's a true story. How sexy would that be, Erin? People knowing your intimate secret, but we both know it's a reality."
Erin gasped as she rubbed herself faster.
The professor continued, "That's what I love about you. You're so unbelievably smart and talented. Yet you have this passionate side that you're showing me. Now show me all the way. Show me how passionate you are inside. Cum."
Dazzling sensations ripped through Erin's body as their eyes were locked. She fingered her pussy hard and fast. Soon, her once dry panties had suddenly become stained with clear fluids, and Erin hunched over slightly, her breathing heavy.
When she managed to sit upright again, she looked at the professor and tried not to be embarrassed about this.
"Taste yourself," the professor said. "I'd like to see that."
So Erin did. She brought her two fingers to her mouth and seductively licked and sucked them clean, engulfing that clear string of white fluids into her mouth, and swallowing
"Did you enjoy that?" the professor asked.
Erin nodded, licking her lips clean. "That was intense. So intense. I've never done anything like that before. You were right about a person's voice, too. Hearing you say those things with that tone made me cum."
"Is that so?"
"You have a special touch," Erin said, zipping up her pants.
Professor Bell stood up and walked over to the student, who remained seated and in a state of bliss from the orgasm.
"I want to give you another assignment," the professor said. "It's purely optional, this one. Consider it extra credit of sorts."
Erin gave an inviting look. "Anything."
"Email me your masturbation fantasy in a classroom. I want to hear it. Spare no detail. That is all for today."
"Thank you, professor."
After an evening out with friends, Erin had returned to her dorm and laid on the bed, thinking about how to craft the email. She wanted to be careful and precise with her words.
If this were to actually come true, it needed to be realistic, and most importantly, very hot. So she typed:
Perhaps we can make a romance story of our own?
Something down the line. Just think: A teacher/student relationship. The forbidden nature of it. How their hearts couldn't be contained.
I can imagine the teacher taking the student to the classroom, early in the morning when no one is there. From that point, the possibilities are endless. I'd love to see the professor pin her student against the wall, out of view from the small window on the door, and drop down on her knees to perform on the student.
The opposite would also happen.
They'd make each other feel so good. Satisfying all their lustful desires.
Could this happen with us?
Let me know,
Erin
After an hour later, she received an email reply, which seemed purposely vague. All it said was to meet at the office before class started.
What did it mean? Erin wondered, while slipping a hand beneath her panties. At least she had her fantasy to rely on.
And so she anticipated what would happen next when she went to their next meeting, which was on the early morning before their class started. It was 7 am on a foggy morning. Naturally, there weren't many students on campus. She dressed more casually this time, choosing clothes which could easily be slipped off, in case anything were to happen. She also brought her laptop and other school supplies for the class later.
When she reached the office, the professor was packing all her things.
"Busy?" Erin asked.
Professor Bell gathered her purse and class papers. "Yes, actually. We're busy."
"We are?"
"Have you forgotten? The assignment. The classroom. A shared romance. If you're going to write a new romance story for a potential future novel, then you need the experience for it."
Erin gave an infectious smile. "Hands on experience always works best."
They walked to the other building together. Along the way, they passed by a few students and Bell said 'hello' to another professor she ran into. No one had any idea what they'd be doing. Why would anyone suspect a thing? These were two ladies carrying their school supplies to class in the early morning.
Except when Professor Bell unlocked the classroom with her key, she pulled Erin inside the classroom, pinning her to the wall, and planted a wet kiss on her lips. They made out passionately and intensely. Their tongues wrestled. Their lips pressed.
The lights in the classroom were still off, but the room was lit by the windows facing the foggy sky, making the classroom a faint shade of gray.
The professor broke off the kiss and locked the door. They still had to worry about the small square window on the door. But if they were careful, and stood by the wall, no one would be able to see.
"How's this for classwork?" the professor asked, pinning herself against the student again.
Erin kissed this lady's lips. "I'm about to be an A student."
"You already are, in my book."
They kissed again, harder, but sensually. They tasted each other and felt each other's body pressed tight.
Professor Bell broke the kiss and pulled Erin in so the student could kiss her face. Erin gladly complied and kissed the face of the mature woman. She did different naughty things, like sucking the professor's ear lobe, trailing kisses from her face to her neck and collarbone.
"Good news," the professor said while her ear was being nibbled on. "I've sent your short romance story to some friends of mine. I've heard some good feedback."
Erin pulled her mouth away and looked the professor in the eyes, studying her face so up close, seeing every age line and detail. God, this woman is the embodiment of mature beauty.
"Thank you," Erin whispered.
"You're quite welcome. It's a pleasure helping you."
"I want to return the favor. I need to."
Professor Bell's eyebrow rose. "That won't be necessary. Being here, like this, kissing you, is all I need. Truthfully, you make me feel young again."
"Surely a student can express her gratitude in other ways?"
"Only if you insist."
Erin grinned. "Oh, but I do."
With that, Erin threw her arms around the teacher and continued the hot makeout session. After a while, her hands drifted down to the professor's top buttons, undoing them to expose the bra. For the past few days, Erin had been dying to see what the professor's breasts and nipples looked like, and when the bra was exposed, Erin tugged at one side.
There it was. Bell's breast was plump and her nipple was large. It was a dark shade of brown, and Erin helped herself, diving down to suckle on it. She nursed on the nipple the way she had been fantasizing about. She rolled it around in her mouth and stroked her tongue across, making the professor moan. Perfect!
"You'll be the death of me," Professor Bell groaned, running her fingers through Erin's long hair.
Erin unlatched her mouth from the tit. "Not yet, anyway. Not from this."
"Oh?"
"Watch."
Erin dropped to her knees. The professor knew what was coming, so she lifted her dress, giving clear access to her white panties, which Erin pulled down. The professor lifted each of her feet so that Erin could remove the panties and place it in her pocket. The professor wondered if she would ever get her panties back, and she realized that the answer was obviously no.
The professor leaned against the wall and spread her legs. How delicious it looked. Her pussy was insanely moist. There was a small bush above it. Her labia was thick and suckable. And there was her clitoris aching to be sucked.
"Put me out of my misery," Professor Bell requested, as Erin had just been kneeling there, staring at the gaping hole.
Erin leaned forward and kissed it all over. Then she stroked her tongue across the labia. Then the clitoris, making the professor squirm. Erin felt the pubic hairs tickling her nose, but she didn't care; that only added to the experience.
Finally, she plunged her tongue inside the professor's pussy, making her gasp. Oh, the taste of a mature woman. How sweet it was. Like nectar. It was only the second pussy Erin had ever tasted, and she loved it. She loved the aroma of it. The wetness. She sucked on it hard, tasting as much as she could. And she loved that it made the typically stern professor become weak.
"You're a natural," the professor sighed. "Make me cum, darling, it's been a while."
Ah, this was Erin's specialty. She darted her tongue in and out of the pussy hole, and occasionally stroked her tongue around the clitoris, even making circles around it.
The professor tensed so hard and the expressions on her face spoke volumes. Erin's mouth was flooded with all the natural benefits of this. When the intense feeling left, Professor Bell breathed a loud sigh of relief, feeling like a brand new woman.
Erin licked her lips and wiped away the excess with the back of her hand.
"How did I do?"
"Wonderful, my lovely girl," the professor said with relief. "You were wonderful. I can say without question, that you are my favorite student."
Erin smiled and stood. "Thank you. For everything."
A noise of laughter came from down the hall. It was faint, as the door was closed. Then the group of students laughing and joking passed by the classroom.
"Students will come soon," Erin said.
"Not likely. We have about 20 minutes before students begin to arrive."
"Anything in mind?"
"Yes, my turn to taste you," the professor stated. "If anyone shows up, we'll quickly dress, unlock the door, and say that we were working on something."
"With the lights off?"
"It's for your story, isn't it? I'll say that I was simply showing you how light affects a scene in a story, how these little details matter. That'll be our excuse, should anyone try to open the locked door."
"Sounds like a plan."
The professor took charge and threw her arms around Erin again, kissing her, tasting her own fluids on the student's mouth. Then the professor switched roles. She pushed the student back against the wall, asserting her dominance. After all, this was her classroom! She could exert dominance however she pleased. Isn't that proper classroom etiquette?
It was now the professor's turn to drop to her knees. And it was Erin's turn to undo her bottom, revealing her panties.
"Have you ever done this before?" Erin asked, undoing her own clothes. "I mean, have you ever eaten pussy?"
The panties came down and Erin's pussy was bare. It was freshly shaved and looked deliciously wet. Her pussy was smaller than the professor's, with thinner labia and a pink hole which was cute. The professor stared at it with lust and admiration.
"Let me show you. Then you can decide if I've done this before."
Professor Bell leaned in and devoured the student, nearly causing Erin's eyes to roll back. If Erin was a good pussy eater, Bell was the master. If Erin had a hot tongue, skilled to the touch, then Bell was the Queen.
There was zero doubt in Erin's mind that the professor had more than her fair share of pussy. This simply felt too good. Too amazing. Erin closed her eyes and leaned her head back, thanking God for this amazing moment in her young life.
As Erin leaned her head back, she heard the occasional chatter from the hallway. Students talking with other students, professors talking to other professors; simple chatter.
Erin didn't mind. In fact, that only made this moment hotter, knowing that she was exchanging oral sex with the chairwoman of the university's esteemed writing program. A chairwoman, who as it just so happened, had the mouth of an angel, and ate pussy like one too.
Sadly, the professor pulled her mouth away, causing Erin to open her eyes and look down to see what was wrong.
But nothing was wrong, there was Professor Bell, with wet lips, looking upwards at her.
"Turn around," the professor said. "Face the wall."
So she did. Erin faced the wall, pressing her face against it, and stuck her butt out. She then felt two fingers plunge inside of her wet pussy, making her gasp. The fingers stroked in and out of her hole, causing her to smile.
"This isn't just for pleasure," the professor said, while fingering the young student. "It's also an educational experience for you. Remember these feelings. The little details. Use them in your writing."
"God yes, I'll remember."
The professor's voice had a low sensual tone again. She was doing this on purpose, to stimulate Erin's mind, as well as her pussy.
Professor Bell kept on fingering. "You're the first student I've ever tasted, or played with. A part of me does feel horrible that I've breached my ethics. But there's good reason. I want to help you succeed. And let's be honest, you're irresistible to me. To anyone. I had to have you."
"Yes..."
Erin moaned low, enjoying the sound of the professor's voice. It was a surreal thrill. God, would they ever do this again?
"Cum for me," the professor said, fingering faster. "I'll need you to recover before class starts so that no one will suspect a thing. How naughty. Do you like that? Being my naughty student? Eating me before class? Allowing me to return the favor? Do you like the thought of me giving a class lecture with the taste of your sex in my mouth?"
Erin gave a wicked smile. "Yes..."
"Then make it so. I'll lick my lips in class while speaking. Tasting your orgasm every so often. Only we know the secret. That's it, Erin. Only we'll know. No one else. Cum for me, darling."
The professor stopped speaking so that she could nestle her face in between Erin's soft butt cheeks, while still fingering the young student. This naturally made Erin gasp in supreme delight. She had never felt a tongue there before. Not in that hole. She had never even considered it before. Now that she felt it, she was certain she'd need it again.
Professor Bell's tongue plunged deep and swirled, while also fingering the student's dripping wet pussy.
A dazzling sensation exploded inside Erin, as both of her sex holes were being expertly stimulated by the teacher. She gasped breathlessly. Her mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. She could hardly breathe. Her eyes clenched shut.
Then she relaxed suddenly.
And when Erin relaxed, the professor stood up and turned her around, so they were face to face.
"Shall we make a toast?" Professor Bell asked, holding out two fingers, which were filled with Erin's clear fluids. "To good writing."
Erin smiled, "To good writing."
With that, Professor Bell fed one finger to Erin, letting her taste herself. Then the professor tasted the other finger, licking it clean. When both of their tongues had a coating of Erin's wonderful nectar, the professor threw her arms around the girl and they kissed wildly.
The End
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