In the Company of My Sexy Professor Pt. 1

This story is from my senior year of college. I was a psych major during my first 4 years, By senior year, you get to the point where you're only seeing a few professors in the department. I had developed a severe crush on one professor in particular and took every class I could with her. For the story, we will call her Professor Tate. Prof Tate was a beautiful, blonde lady - probably in her late 30s or early 40s. She was fairly new to the school and without doubt the hottest prof in the department. However, she wasn't necessarily the most beautiful lady, by the world's standards. It was more the way she carried herself. She was about 5 foot 7 inches tall with a slender, but full build. B Cup breasts, defined waist, and all the ass a college guy could ask for. She constantly wore dark jeans or tighter dress pants that really accentuated her cheeks - these cheeks had some sexy lift. Needless to say it was a pleasure to watch her turn and write on the board. I constantly thought about that ass in the shower back in the dorms. That was quality wanking material.

Like I said, I made every effort to take all the classes I could with Prof Tate. By senior year, she knew me fairly well and I thought I knew her fairly well. I scheduled meetings with her in her office whenever I could (trying not to be too suspicious) even if I didn't need help on assignments. I had even learned a little about her personal life from these meetings in here and from classes. Some psych professors seem to divulge bits of their personal lives during lectures to support the material we're learning; Prof Tate was no exception. I learned she was single. She'd never been married although she did date quite often within our small city. She wasn't from that area so she often talked about going out on the weekends. I would dream about a chance with her. I dated often too, but nothing long term.

Eventually, I felt we knew each other pretty well - well enough to the point where we would joke about our personal lives and to where she was pretty relaxed during our office meetings as opposed to when I was a sophomore. Being a psych professor, we did have sections on sex and the psychology of it; I loved this stuff. To hear Prof Tate talk about sex and one's personal (solo) habits and how those acts shape individuals was just fuel to my masturbatory fire. It was a dream to hear certain words come out of her mouth like "erection," "stimulate," or "climax." She would also clarify that this was normal behavior, especially for younger people. I swear, she was even half-flirty when talking about these things.

I remember Prof Tate lecturing about behavioral responses one week. She told the story of a student from her first years of teaching who would often go to adult stores, pick out some films, buy a specific type of candy and wack off back at home. Eventually, this student was at home for the holidays when that specific type of candy was offered a family function. He of course took some and immediately became hard because he had conditioned himself too. The student later asked Prof Tate about it once they covered behavioral conditioning in class. I remember thinking that was really bold of him to mentioned a really intimate experience to a professor. Really though, I was envious. I wanted a chance to talk with Prof Tate about those things...and more.

So here's where I just played the dumb college kid trying to get some. I decided to drop in her office one day after class. My plan was to sort of fib about a personal experience in hopes that she would open up about certain things. When I got there, she seemed to be alone in the small department house and welcomed me in as always. She asked me what was up and I claimed I had a question about the behavioral conditioning story she gave in class. She asked what I wanted clarification on and I claimed I had a similar experience (totally, 100% lying). She looked at me and said this sounded personal; she got up to close the office door; my heart pounded. I thought this better sound good or I'm goin to sound like a total perv. 

She walked back over and pulled her desk chair out from behind her desk and sat down on the other side with me. She leaned back and crossed her legs in such a way that showed off her left thigh and lower cheek; damn, she looked good. What's the deal, she asked. I took a fabricated deep breath and told her that of course I didn't have  a consistent girlfriend at school, though I had dated many. As a result, I said, I have many urges to "take care of things myself." She looked at me for a moment and said slowly. "that's normal, as we have said in class." I said I knew that, but that I also tended to get lonely and wondered if pleasuring yourself with others was normal behavior as well. She looked even more confused and said "It can be...John, is there a question in here?" I felt found out and really didn't know where to keep taking this. Prof Tate spoke up again and broke the silence. "Because if there's not, it sounds like your asking for some company with your biological needs," she said with a bold face. Shit, I thought. This is it, I'm kicked out of college for sure. Never done anything bold and here it is. The silence in my head seemed to last forever.

Prof Tate broke the silence, still looking at me in the eyes. I was trying to avoid eye contact because I literally thought I was screwed. "John, asking for company is not a bad thing. I think they way you just asked it was inappropriate, especially since I am a professor," she said sternly. "However," she said slowly, "I know what it's like to be lonely." "If you want help, we can't do that here." "Meet me at my house tonight around 7." With that, she got up and opened that door. "You can go now," she said with an almost upset face. "7. Be there," she said.

***Be sure to read part 2***