In the Beginning...

As with all of my posts, this is a true story.


It was a hot, sultry, late-August night when I had my first student.

When I went that night to the local movie house in the small college town I had no idea what I had unwittingly wandered into. No, I'm not talking about the movie theater - that was standard issue medium sized screen, slightly uncomfortable chairs, and squeaky popcorn from the girl behind the counter.

I am talking about the secret sexual lives of students. And professors. And teaching assistants.

I had received acceptance to graduate school and spent the preceding summer with my share of girls. Nights skinny dipping in the lake followed by heavy petting and sticky fingerings in the front seat of my car - teaching 17 and 18 year old girls what I had learned so far. Occasionally I would be taught something - like the night Maggie carefully positioned my hand and whispered, "yes, yes... right there - right there!" She then disintegrated into a wet pool of sounds in my ear - the most beautiful sounds the world can bear.

The summer ended, as they always do, and Don Henley's "The Boys of Summer" echoed in my head as I drove across the plains to the college town.

I unloaded my few things from the car into my tiny apartment on the edge of campus and found myself with a weekend to kill. The first week was a dead-week, with a few meetings for us teaching-assistants-to-be and a couple of department social gatherings. My first teaching assignment, scheduled in between my regular graduate classes, was the following Tuesday at 1pm. That's when I would get my first taste of teaching. It was just a lab, not the actually class, but I was to be completely in charge of 80 students for that period.

Since I had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend but be adventurous I decided to go see a movie. That's how I ended up in that small movie theater.

The movie was fine enough. At some point I noticed a blonde pony-tail sitting by itself a little closer to the front of the theater. Maybe that's the moment it all started.

When the movie ended I bumped into her in on the way out and told her I was going to get some ice cream and if she behaved she could come along with me. We wandered over to the college-town ice cream store, and then sat out on the street corner underneath a summer-night street lamp. The lamp's requisite moth flew around up above us, occasionally bumping into the glass.

She was an undergraduate. She was just entering her sophomore year and had returned back to town to start her part time job a week before classes started. She was medium tall and had her hair pulled back in a cute summer pony tail. She was mid-western through and through - having visited her older sister once out in Boston, but other than that had not traveled much.

Her body was tan from many outdoor summer activities, and her smooth legs shined underneath the street lamp as she leaned back with her hands on the sidewalk. The frayed jean skirt she wore looked soft and inviting, and the un-buttoned buttons at the top of her crisp white button down shirt made it difficult not to stare. Her breasts were not that large, but in this case that allowed her (or perhaps caused her) to do a little more un-buttoning than might be necessary.

She was sitting next to me, and as she leaned forward to tie her shoe - which might have been a move meant just to tease me, I realize years later - the gap in the front of her shirt billowed out a bit. I caught a glimpse of her breast, tan line, and a nipple as she sat back.

"Something you like?", she asked, both accusingly and coyly. My eyes went up and and found that she had obviously seen where I had been looking. I thought, "oops. Busted".

"Well yes, the ice cream is pretty good here", I said, playing along and diverting the conversation.

We talked about what we had done during the summer. We talked a bit about our families. We talked about music. Since she liked some of the bands I did, and since I had some bootleg CDs back in my apartment, I suggested we go there and she could hear them.

My apartment was tiny. It was just a small box with a tiny bathroom as an offshoot in one corner, and a tiny, tiny galley kitchen that had a screen you could pull over it to close it off. There was actually a murphy bed that would come down from the wall into the center of the room. Up on the ledge by the window (to get better reception) was my television. I had my stereo set up - since that is always the most important thing to have in your apartment.

I put on some CDs and poured her a coke. Since it was late august it was still warm. The window was open to let a little air into the room, but it was still warm. The ice in the coke glass sounded good, and felt better when it touched my lips as I was taking a drink.

We sat down on a couple of pillows and she commented on how much she liked the music. I grabbed the CD covers and started reading the back to find the one that had all of the concert information.

"Oh, here is the list of songs", I said, "check it out". She came over and sat next to me and I handed her the CD case. "This one's my favorite", I said, pointing to the 3rd track listed.

Maybe that's when it started. In that moment we were close together. There was that unmistakable chemistry when suddenly everything feels good. You, or at least your body and your subconscious, knows what is going to happen next. And then it does.

I was looking down towards the CD, since I was genuinely trying to share my music with her, and moved my head just barely upwards to look at her. That's when I realized how close we were. There was a slight, quiet pause. And then we kissed.

It was hot. It was summer. The room was humid. The music was good. It didn't take long for her mouth to open to the questioning flicker of my tongue - and my tongue entered her mouth and entwined with hers. Quickly our hands were onto each other's backs, pulling and pressing our bodies together for the first time.

I slid my fingernails up her back over the thin material of her blouse, and re-confirmed that she was not wearing a bra. The noise she made told me that she loved what I had done and as I pushed forward she fell back onto one of the pillows - with me falling on top of her.

After another minute of our mouths engaging in lustful kissing, I dis-engaged my mouth from hers and kissed her cheeck. That was only a diversionary tactic, of course, so that I could move on to her neck. One of the things I had learned was that many women will get very turned on if you kiss their neck. Since I was only 22 and very hard inside my jeans, I wanted this to go as far as it could. I began kissing her neck.

I was immediately greeted with a response from her. There's a very brief moment when I'm wondering what is going to happen. I kiss her neck and... she let's out a moan and tilts her head back, giving me as much access to her neck as I want.

I move the fabric of her blouse a bit so I can expose and kiss a bit more skin. Despite the low vee she has in her blouse from her lack of buttoning all the buttons, kissing her breasts will still require some additional un-buttoning. I kiss down the front of her chest in between the fabric, getting as low as I possibly can on her skin. I then swirl my tongue around as far and as deliciously as I can.

Since I haven't tried to un-button her blouse she has really had no reason to "stop" me from doing anything. But despite me not having touched her breasts through her shirt or un-buttoning even a single button, she now feels my tongue exploring the edges of both of her breasts.

The breathe she lets out exposes her vulnerability. There's no chance she's going to stop me from where I want to go next.

My hands, which were tugging down the fabric of the vee of her blouse, slide down to her slides. I then slide the backs of my hands slowly up her sides a bit, and then bring them in so the backs of my hands slide right over her breasts. I love the feel of her small hard nipples through the fabric. As I pass my hands over them I raise my hands just enough so that the only contact between us is the back of my hands on her nipples.

As my hands move higher, I flip them over so the full of my hand is now on her chest and moves up towards her neck. I slip both hands inside the neck of her shirt as I pull myself up on top of her and plunge my tongue into her mouth. I then grab the back of her hair, right where it goes up into the pony tail, and pull back gently. At the same instant I release her from our kiss - and the moan that escapes her as I pull on her hair is divine.

I slide my kissing down her throat and slide my hands down to her breasts, still covered by her blouse. I tweak her nipples a bit with my fingers and she moans again.

"God that feels good", she says.

"Mmm", I respond.

I slide my fingers over so they can work on the remaining buttons on her blouse. As I unbutton each button I kiss the exposed skin, slowly making my way down her tanned front. It only takes a couple of buttons to reach the stage where I have to pull out the shirt tail from her skirt. I unceremoniously yank the shirt out of her skirt and take care of the last button.

Then I deliciously get to slide my hands up, parting her shirt and exposing all of her stomache and her breasts. Her tan lines reveal the use of a bikini top, but she has clearly gotten some sun on her breasts at some point. The hardness of her small nipples is something I could look at forever, but another part of my brain reminds me that I probably don't have to just look at this point - I can probably (certainly!) suck on them.

My kisses slide up her stomache slowly... and move to between her breasts. I slide my hands up and use the back of my hands to caress the outsides of each of her breasts. She knows I am going to kiss her breasts, but I take a little while before I do.

Finally I move to my right, and slowly kiss and tongue her left breast. I very carefully avoid the nipple, kissing below, around, to the side... and then finally I pause and flick the tip of my tongue ever so gently against it. I hear a very positive sound from her.

I then flick my tongue a few more times and then begin licking her nipple. Her sounds and breathing inform me how much this is turning her on. My left hand caresses her other breast and occasionally tweaks its' nipple.

She is getting very turned on and eventually she reaches a decision point of some sort. She kisses me, then sits up and pushes me back. I'm not sure if she is about to stop things, but when she shrugs off what's left on of her blouse and throws it off into the corner I know she is not going to stop anything right at that moment.

Without saying anything she climbs on top of me and starts pulling on my t-shirt to get take it off of me. I get a momentary glimpse of her white panties which are now staring at me from underneath her now very open jean skirt (since she is on top of and straddling me). But her impatient tugs at my shirt tell me I should focus my attention there immediately.

My shirt comes off and she quickly kisses my neck and rubs her hands against my chest. She feels the little bit of hair on my chest and says "oh, that feels perfect". Her head slides down and she's tonguing and sucking on one of my nipples.

But apparently women have their own diversionary moves and very soon she moves her kisses further down. She kisses my stomach briefly, but that's only a stop on the way to getting her hands to my belt, which she starts to undo.

I close my eyes for a moment and hear the sounds of the belt being un-buckled. She quickly tugs on it to take it off completely, and it slips out of the belt loops easily. Her hands move immediately to the button of my jeans and she says, "Let's get these off".

When you are hard inside your jeans and a women unzips them, the feeling is good. When she then tugs on the fabric and you lift up so she can tug your pants down, and the fabric goes down to your thighs... and the restraint of your pants on your cock is released, it feels very, very good.

"Mmmmmm", I manage to say.

"Oh my....", she says as she sees the outline of my hard cock through my boxers. Fortunately I'm "slightly above average" in the length department. Somewhere between 8 and 9 inches, although the diameter is average. I've been told more than once that my size is "perfect" - even in situations were I'm certain the girl was not just being kind.

She places her hand on the outline and gives it a little stroke and feel and then moves up so her straddle is right on top of me in the perfect location. Her skirt has ridden up completely and she starts to rub her panty-covered pussy against my hardness.

"Ohh", she says, and falls down on top of me to kiss me. Her grinding starts immediately.

No matter how many times it happens, I'm always surprised when a woman starts to grind against me. The thought that SHE might want to fuck never enters my mind. The fact that SHE might want to grind against me is never something considered as a possibility. So when I feel a woman clearly rubbing her clit against my body, it always surprises me.

Since she is nicely on top of me, it is easy to slide my hands up the back of her legs and squeeze her ass. Since we are progressing very quickly, I slide my right hand underneath the fabric and feel her bare ass. She's grinding on me and her ass feels divine. I slide my fingers down the crack of her ass and then pull gently down below, which I know pulls the lips of her pussy.

She makes another noise and then sits up. She reaches for a snap on her skirt and undoes it. Then there's a zipper and then the skirt is tossed into the corner of the room.

Then she briefly re-traces her kisses down the front of my body and slips her fingers into the edges of my boxers. Instinctively I raise up, and she slides them off. Immediately my cock is in her hand and she takes it inside her mouth. No kissing first, no stroking a bit, nothing. Just immediately into her mouth. This girl is very horny and clearly likes sucking cock.

Her right hand immediately starts stroking my balls and then slides up to the base of the shaft. Her mouth is devouring and her tongue is swirling. The slurping sounds add to the eagerness. The strokes of her hand show her knowledge.

The room is hot. There is a bit of air coming in from the window, but it is definitely a hot summer night. As the music plays softly, a girl I've just met is nearly naked and is sucking on my cock. This grad school thing might not be too bad.

I start to move my hips as I can't just lie there. The feeling is perfect and I'm getting closer and closer to coming. Finally I realize I want to fuck her immediately so I make a move and sit up.

I push her onto her back on a pillow and immediately move down to take off her panties. The white fabric rolls up a bit as my fingers slide the elastic down. I slide the fabric "down" her thighs - which is actually "up" since her knees are up - and it sticks just a bit to the dampness between her legs. I pause there for just a brief moment... and give a little pull so it becomes unstuck. Then I slide them up over her knees and she lifts her feet so I can take them off completely.

She's naked.

I want to fuck her immediately, but decide to indulge both her and me for a brief moment first. I kiss her knee and her upper thigh, and push her legs down flat and spread them apart. My kisses travelling up her thigh tell her what I'm planning on doing, and soon I give a first soft kiss to the hair of her already wet pussy.

I give her a few more kisses, each one slightly deeper than the first. I then slide my tongue between her lips, to give her pleasure. I taste her taste... a taste that is not found anywhere else. Passion yields a pleasure that is multi-sensual.

But there's no need for further kissing there - and neither of us really wants that at that moment. Considering we just met and are now naked, very aroused, and panting, there's no reason for anything else....

I make a noise of some sort that is part arousal and part sexual frustration, and move on top of her. We are on the carpeted floor, and she is partially on a pillow. My body's position is such that her legs are spread, so I simply reach down to guide myself in. I'm so hard and she's so wet that I know it's not going to be difficult.

My hand guides my hard tip down and I feel her hair... then the wetness. I know that's where to slide in, of course, but first I move my hard tip around her lips a bit. The teasing drives her crazy.

"ooh... do it. Do it...", she first says, then begs.

The first inch is always the most pleasureable.

The feeling of her lips opening. The moment when you know what you are doing. Her lips are spreading. You are pushing... with soft pressure... and then... with a soft pop feel..

... you're in.

You both know you are now fucking. But again, it's not really conscious as much as unconcious. But something changes and is very good - and things will never be the same again. You've now fucked this person.

Of course, not much of this is thought about as you slide in another inch. Mostly it's feel. Every inch of slowly sliding in...

I feel her hand on my ass and she pulls me into her, hard.

"oooooh!', her body moans as her eyes close and her head thrusts back. The 8 or 9 inches is now in her and she and her body are momentarily shocked to this pleasant intrusion deep inside. We both hold absolutely still for a moment and then she's back.

Then we fuck.

Me on top. Her on top. Legs up. Me seeing how deep I can get inside her. Hands on her ankles, her rounded ass obscenely and beautifully coming up to meet my soft and gentle pounding.

The mix of music and sweat and stickyness and wetness from her glistening on my cock as it slides in and out and in and out... beads of sweat forming between her breasts as we indulge in pleasure and life...

The sounds she makes are divine and getting louder. We proudly thrust against each other, with each movement garnering new pleasure. Each thrust taking us higher to another plateau. Up and up.. and then...

"oooh.. I'm... coming..", I hear her whisper. I'm barely able to make out the almost inaudible words. But the spasms of her body and her gathering moan confirm what I heard.

When I'm inside a woman and know she's coming, that's it for me. There's nothing more erotic in the world - so when she starts to come I know what is going to happen.

I hesitate as long as I can to make sure she's well past her point of no return - and then give one or two more thrusts and pull out... as a bit of protection. As she's in the middle to final throes of her orgasm mine starts, and I make noises of some sort as I come all over her stomach and I crash on top of her.

Our moans diminish together and I breathing slows back to a pace at which we could talk if we wanted. Instead we kiss a bit.

"Oh god, that was good", she finally says.

"Hell, yeah", is my reply.

After coming down a bit more we end up talking about school and classes and things. We are lying late at night, naked, in small apartment.

She tells me what her course load looks like and what classes she is taking.

I'm lying naked on top of this girl with sticky come and sweat enveloping us when my mind reels.

"When is the lab for that last course you mentioned?", I ask. I'm trying to make it so she doesn't see me holding my breath.

"It's Tuesday at 1pm. Why?", is the answer.

I'm shocked, of course. I'm not sure what to say. I know everything is going to be alright, but still...

"Well," I say. I decide to say my words slowly and choose them carefully.

"I'm your lab instructor.