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  I spend the majority of the class staring at her, trying to decipher what is going on in her head. She stays mainly still, other than her pen, which is writing at a pace that would make secretaries using shorthand jealous. Looks as if she is trying to get out of my classroom and my life, as soon as she possibly can.

  I’m momentarily distracted as the students begin to finish their exams and hand them in to me, then leave. A few whisper goodbyes and even fewer thank me for being a great professor. I try my best to acknowledge them, but keep glancing at Elizabeth to see if anything causes her to look up from her paper.

  It doesn’t.

  There are three students left in class when Elizabeth stands and comes to my desk to turn her paper in.

  Yes. This is it! She will definitely have some sort of interaction with me when she hands me her exam.

  Wrong. For the first time ever, she puts the paper on my desk and neither looks at me or says a thing.

  Fuck.

  I watch her ass dance as she leaves the room, picturing how it looked, naked and being fingered on my desk.

  “Dr. Collins? Dr. Collins?” I break from my trance and stare at the student in front of me.

  “Yes, Vanessa?”

  “I was just saying that I hope you enjoy the rest of your summer. Thanks for being such a great professor.” I am unable to say anything, so I just nod my head.

  She looks at me with disbelief, clearly expecting me to say something complimentary in return, and then storms off when I remain silent.

  I sigh and begin to stack the papers as I look out the window, watching the thunderheads grow over the hill nearby, when I hear someone rush in. I figure Vanessa has returned to give me an earful, but when I look up, I see Elizabeth standing on the other side of my desk, eyes dancing, a smirk playing on her pouty lips.

  “Hello, Elizabeth.” I say, smiling.

  “Is there any way I could have my exam back? I need to add something to the last essay.”

  “Well, generally I don’t allow students to leave the room and come back to…”

  She narrows her eyes and mouths, “You are kidding, right?”

  I search through the stack of papers on my desk until I find her bubbly handwriting and hand her paper back to her.

  She sits at the desk closest to mine and tongues her pen playfully as she rereads what she has written.

  Natalie, the other remaining student, hesitantly walks to my desk. “I think I did okay. Do you think I did okay?” She twirls her hair and bites her nails on the other hand.

  “I am sure you did just fine, Natalie. I will have the papers graded and posted by Wednesday.”

  She gasps and looks close to tears.

  “Although if you are that anxious, I could grade yours this evening and email you your grade.”

  She looks about ready to collapse with relief. “Oh my gosh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

  “No problem. Have a good summer.”

  Natalie rushes from the room in her characteristic frantic way, and I know without even glancing at her paper that she has received an A, just as she has on every other exam and assignment she has ever completed in my class, and most likely accomplished throughout her entire school history.

  When I start to turn my attention back to Elizabeth, she is already standing at my desk. She places her paper on my desk and slowly runs her finger along mine, sending an electric shock straight to my cock.

  “Do you have keys to your office on your keychain?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Good. You’re going to want to lock your door this time.”

  I’m up before she finishes her sentence; key in hand, dick immediately rock hard.

  Fuck, yes.

  As we both walk to my office, I check the hallway to ensure that it is clear, as I expected it would be after the last class of the semester. We reach and enter the room, then click lock the door and pull it shut.

  Elizabeth’s shorts and shirts are around her feet when I turn around. She is wearing a lacy, lime-green push-up bra that creates little mounds of her tits. Her underwear is the same color of green. I can easily make out her lips and see the small wet spot begin to grow darker.

  I reach her before I have time to blink, but then I’m not sure if I should touch her or not. I’m close enough to feel the heat from her breath against my neck.

  She leans forward and brushes her lips against my neck, then my ear. I hear her breath quicken as she presses against me and feels my hard cock against her crotch. She pulls her face away from my ear and looks me in the eyes.

  “Take your clothes off,” she instructs me.

  I begin to loosen my gray tie, thankful for the release and let it drop to the floor. As I unbutton my shirt, I stop and take a step back.

  “Hey. I just want to be sure…”

  She raises her eyebrows. “Be sure of what?”

  “That, you know, that you want this. That you want me.”

  She raises her eyebrows. “Are you forgetting the whole masturbating on your desk thing?”

  “Well, no…but…”

  She moves in closer to me. “And the whole swallowing your cum thing?”

  “Obviously I couldn’t forget that. I guess what I mean is…what are you looking for here? The semester is officially over as of now, and…”

  “Oh my God! Do you mean…are you asking if I want to date you?” She laughs.

  I take another step back.

  “Oh my God. Okay, I don’t mean that the way it must have sounded. It’s not that I wouldn’t, I guess, it’s just…I just want to fuck you. Are you okay with that? I’m on the Pill. I’m not trying to have you get me pregnant or something.”

  “I just want to be sure. Other girls would…”

  “I am not ‘other girls’, okay? You’re hot. I’ve fantasized about you nailing me all semester. You know, guys aren’t the only ones who fantasize about fucking people. It’s not like men hold that place in the market. That’s really all I want from you.” She steps forward and presses her body against me.

  “I want your cock inside me. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw it on Friday.”

  With that, her lips are upon mine, frenzied and hungry. Her tongue darts into my mouth, finding mine, tracing my teeth and the inside of my lips. She pulls away with my bottom lip gently between her teeth.

  Her words finally hit me and the dam that had been holding me back breaks and I’m upon her as if someone who has found a field of French fries after not eating for a week.

  I kiss her, taking a fistful of her hair in my hand and tug her head back, exposing her slender neck. I lick along the length of her neck, feeling it throb against my tongue. I bring my free hand up to cup her tit through the lace of her bra and feel her nipple hard against my palm, so I roll it gently between my fingers.

  I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, uncovering her perky boobs. I stare at them for a moment, reveling in their perfection, then put her nipple in my mouth.

  She moans softly and slides her hands down the front of my shirt, unbuttoning the remainder of the buttons, then slips it off my shoulders and onto the floor. She rubs her hands along my chest and stomach, which I consciously suck in a bit.

  I keep her pebbled nipple in my mouth, sucking and twirling my tongue against it. Her hands reach down and stroke my cock through the outside of my pants. I can feel my boxers getting wet from my pre-cum.

  I pick her up and put her on my desk. I bend down, my mouth on her panties. I’m sucking on the wet spot, as I run my hands up her smooth, muscular legs. She moans. Her eyes are closed. I can taste her sweet juices through the lace, but I want more. I want to feel her lips against my mouth, my tongue. I want to stick my tongue inside her and retrieve more, taste more.

  I reach the top of her underwear with my hands and try to pull it down, but they won’t move.

  So I rip them off her.

  Fuck, yes.

  Her pussy is freshly waxed. Her clit is peek
ing out, imploring me to suck it. She raises her hips, but I don’t put my mouth on her clit. Yet.

  My arms are wrapped around her thighs. I pull her ass toward me so I have a better grip on her, more control of her.

  I run my hands up her thighs and nuzzle the inside of her legs. She moves, trying to force my mouth on her cunt, but instead I run my tongue alongside it.

  She groans with what I can only assume is mock frustration, so I place my lips against her pussy, but do not apply any pressure. I open her legs wide and run my tongue along the length of her cunt. I slip my tongue in and out of her slit, varying the pace and direction of my tongue.

  I move to her clit, hovering over it and gently humming. I flick it with my tongue and put two fingers deep inside her, loving how wet I have made her. I take her clit in my mouth, sucking gently, then harder as I feel her begin to shake. My fingers move more quickly as she rises against my mouth, her pussy clenching against my fingers as she comes. I press my tongue along the underside of her clit, keeping my lip on the top and bury my fingers deeper inside her.

  After her breathing slows, I pull out my glistening fingers and Elizabeth slides off the desk and drops to her knees on the floor.

  Still shaking, Elizabeth’s hands find my leather belt, undoes it and my pants and boxers drop.

  With her mouth just inches from my cock, there is no hiding how much I want her. Her tongue flicks forward to lick the pre-cum off the end of my dick. She closes her eyes as if savoring it. When she opens them, she looks greedily at my cock and tongues the sides of it, avoiding the head.

  I grin. She is playing my teasing game and I love it.

  She covers my entire dick with her tongue, licking under the ridge of the head. She moves along the length of my shaft and then reaches my balls.

  No one I have ever been with has known how to handle my nuts, but so far so good.

  She licks my left ball and then takes it into her mouth, softly sucking on it while tickling my right ball with her fingernails. She then slides the right one into her warm mouth and gently sucks and uses her tongue to twirl around them.

  The head of my cock pools with pre-cum and she stops tea-bagging me to lick it off, swallowing it like a reward.

  Hovering her mouth over my cock, she looks up at me, her wide eyes watching my face. She traces the head of my dick with her tongue and then puts my entire cock inside her mouth. As I hit the back of her throat and feel it tighten as she silently gags on my length. She holds me there and her throat relaxes against me.

  She pulls part of me out of her mouth so she has room to slide me in and out, cupping and tickling my balls with her left hand, as she uses her right hand and mouth in unison, working the entire length of my cock. Her tongue swirls my head while she gently twists her hand back and forth on the shaft.

  Slowly moving my cock in and out of her mouth with long strokes, she maintains a gentle suction and uses her saliva to keep my dick slick and let her hand move without friction.

  I moan when she suddenly drives my cock to the back of her throat again. I am balls-deep in her mouth, her eyes searching my face for signs of pleasure. There is no hiding my delight. Some girls have taken most of me, but none, until now, have taken all of me.

  She keeps me there and slowly moves her head so that she takes my cock in and out of the tightest area of her throat. She removes me every minute or so to take a breath, then swallows me again. My cock is tight and I know I am about to blow my load.

  “Stop,” I whisper, not wanting to come yet. I need to wait if I am going to fuck her.

  Sucking the length of my cock as she takes her mouth off, she looks up at me.

  “What’s up? Was I doing okay?”

  “Fuck, yeah. You were doing great. I just can’t come yet if I am going to fuck you.”

  Elizabeth hesitantly gets to her feet.

  “I have a confession to make,” she says sheepishly.

  Oh boy.

  “Yes?” A million thoughts run through my head. Oh my God. Is she a virgin? Did she change her mind? Is she the daughter of the dean?

  “I have fantasized about you fucking me while I was bent over your desk.”

  I grin. “I’m sure we could give that a go.” I put my hand on her soft hip, right where her tan line begins while I kiss her full lips. “Are you ready?”

  “You have no idea how ready for you I am,” she says, walks over to my desk and bends over, pussy open and waiting for me. Her fingers are already on her clit, slowly working it.

  I stand behind her and run my cock along her ass and pussy. Her pussy is glistening; lips blushed and parted, authenticating her statement that she is ready for me.

  I can’t believe how smooth her skin feels against the head of my cock. I feel as if it’s going to explode before I even enter her. I’ve never been this hard in my life. I have to restrain myself from rubbing my cock along every flawless inch of her.

  “Oh God, please put it in,” she begs, backing herself up against me.

  I oblige and almost come on the spot. Her pussy is so tight and she clenches me tighter the farther I enter her.

  My dick is slick with her desire. Doggy style is the best for watching my cock slide in and out of her tight pussy. Her pussy grips and holds onto my cock each time I pull myself out.

  She squirms against me, trying to push my cock deeper inside her. Her firm ass is against my torso. I lick my thumb and put it in her asshole and she gasps.

  Uh oh.

  “No?” I ask.

  “Yes. Oh God, yes!”

  I fuck her and wiggle my thumb farther into her ass. She throws her head back, moaning each time I thrust forward.

  Suddenly she begins to buck against me. “Oh, fuck!” She explodes against my dick and I feel warmth down the front of my legs. She quickly pulls herself off me and turns around, blushing.

  “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t sure if I could squirt from sex. I sometimes do it when I masturbate, but never have from fucking before.”

  Holy fuck. A squirter.

  I believed it to be a porn myth, yet here was one standing in front of me, proof dripping down my legs.

  “Trust me. It’s quite all right. I… Yeah. It’s all good.”

  “Do you still want to fuck me, or would you rather I suck you off?”

  I contemplate this. I sure would love to watch her tongue be covered with my cum again, but filling up her cunt wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing.

  “I think I would rather come inside you this time.”

  “I was kind of hoping you would say that. I think I might be able to come again.”

  She hops up on my desk, lies on her back and spreads her legs so that each foot is on one of the corners of my wide desk.

  Elizabeth is spread-eagled just for me, I’m unable to resist sucking on her clit again. I love the smell of her, the heat she gives off. She wiggles against me, her hands on the back of my head. I make one more trace around her lips before I stand up again.

  My cock is level with her pussy and I want to tease her, but stop myself. What I want more is to fuck her cunt until my cock erupts.

  I enter her and we both sigh with pleasure. A gold ring dances on her bellybutton as I slam against her. Her long and slender torso has shocking tan lines and I trace the ones on her hips with my thumbs.

  Tan lines rock.

  Her right hand is moving quickly against her clit. She is watching my face, tracing my bellybutton with her other hand.

  Her face begins to redden and her eyes widen. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come again.”

  I continue ramming her, about ready to blow my load myself. I quicken my pace, my body slapping against hers.

  Her eyes close and as she bucks against me, I focus on my own explosion. I feel the front of my legs warm again as she squirts. My body convulses as I come, my eyes open and lock on her “O” face.

  After trying to catch my breath for a moment, I pull out. The front of my body is dripping, a small puddle of her juices pool u
nder her on my desk.

  I grab a handful of tissues, handing some to Elizabeth and using some to wipe myself off.

  Her chest is heaving as she sits up and dries herself off. She wipes up the small puddle on my desk, and walks over to her pile of clothes on the floor, depositing the wet tissues in the garbage at the end of my desk as she passes it.

  “Wow,” she laughs, looking back at me and I laugh along.

  “Yeah, I have to admit, that was kind of crazy. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me. That’s for sure.”

  “Well, I have to admit that I am glad I am your first,” she says.

  “My first? I’m more than certain that you will be the only. I can say that situation is not very likely to happen again.”

  “You never know what the future holds, I guess.”

  “Are you planning on taking another class?” I button my shirt, putting my tie into my pocket.

  “No. This is my last class here. I’m off to New York in a week. My older brother and his wife live there, and I thought I would take a semester off to figure out what I want to do with my life.” She picks up the shreds of her panties and tucks them into the edge of her shorts.

  “You’re keeping those?” I ask, thinking she would want to toss them since they were ruined.

  “Souvenir,” she winks.

  I chuckle and pull my pants and underwear on. She clips her bra and slips her shirt over her head.

  Here we stand, fully dressed and unsure what to say or do.

  “So,” I say.

  “So.”

  We walk together toward the door. I return to my desk and grab my papers and keys, ready to lock my office for the remaining few weeks of summer.

  “Good luck in New York. I know you’ll do well in whatever it is you decide to pursue.”

  “Well, thank you. I really do think that I’m done with trying to become a nurse. I feel much better suited for teaching. Either way, I still have a boatload of school ahead of me, but I know it will be worth it.”

  “Indeed it will. You can never go wrong with an education, provided you’re studying something that you really enjoy.”

  “Do you have any plans for the rest of summer?” she asks.