Naughty Neighbor Monica

A few days ago, I made these two posts on Twitter:

“Yay! Going out tomorrow for brunch with an old “friend” from college, who happens to have been my prof back then. ”
and
“had a wonderful lunch with my friend and then an enjoyable afternoon *nudge nudge wink wink*”

Pardon the lack of capitalization and punctuation, lol. I tend not to use it over there. Anways, a reader was kind enough to mention that he didn’t know what I was referring to! lol After a quick check of my blog, I was stunned to realize that I’d never told that story.

So, if you’re interested, click through. Be warned…it is a bit long and chock full of details…some sexy, some necessary to the story.

Back when I was younger, I was in college. I always did very well at my studies but, in the fall of my sophomore year, I had a very interesting class with a very interesting professor. For what its worth, this class was not in my major, it was just a subject that I enjoyed.

Now, I was almost 20 at the time. My prof was “just barely on the right side of 50″, in his own words. He looked like a stereotypical professor. Dark hair with greying temples, leather elbows on a tweed coat, nicely trimmed beard, all that. As for me, well, I was a 20yo version of myself, lol. Not quite as busty as I was one of those lucky girls who got a growth spurt in college.

Now, on the first day of class, I wasn’t attracted to him. But I did come to his attention on this first day of class when he asked a rather specific course question and I knew the answer. I can’t remember the question now, but I do remember being thankful for the 4 years of high school Latin I took, lol.

The semester progressed as did my attraction. But really, what college girl doesn’t nurse a crush on one of her profs? Right? lol Surely I’m not alone in that.

One late afternoon, I had been in the library, doing some research for a project for that very class and, being the prepared student that I was, the project was due the next morning. Yay for waiting until the last minute! I had a question about the project so I trudged over to the building and up to his office. Being late in the afternoon, there was no one else there and he was getting ready to leave. But, he did have time to answer my question. We were sitting in his office, with the door open a bit, per school regulations. We were discussing the project and then just chit chatting.

I was sitting in a chair and he was in his rolling desk chair. He rolled around to point something out to me in the textbook and when I looked up his face was inches from mine. Keep in mind that I thought this man was hot and being that close to him was getting me hot, lol. And, I don’t know what came over me; even now, I don’t know what came over me, but…

I leaned over and kissed him. Just like that. I didn’t say anything – I just laid a kiss on him. He pulled away for a minute and looked at me, making some perfunctory statement about how this was bad and then he kissed me again. A few minutes after we began kissing, he had his hand in my shirt and was playing with my tits.

Now, let’s take a break from the action for a minute. I had only been with guys my own age, lol. Guys who got off if they touched a nipple. Guys who had a total staying power of less than 2 minutes. So I was understandably nervous. This was the first time I’d been with a man!

My shirt was unbuttoned, my tits were pulled out of my bra and we’re still making out. And he’s slowly urging me down onto my knees and once I’m there, he pulls open his pants and his cock springs out (yes, you can insert a “sproinnnng” sound here). Big, thick and veiny, it was nothing like the cocks of my high school boyfriends. And he was pushing my head down.

What could I do? I was in the office of an extremely attractive man with his cock in my face. I did what any woman would do…I opened my mouth. Even though my skills at that time were rudimentary, he obviously liked something about them as soon his hips were thrusting up against my face and he pulled me back, telling me to stand up. He and I kissed more while fumbling with my clothes. Soon I was naked from the waist down and he bent me over the desk. His cock slipped into my pussy and we were fucking.

We were fucking over his desk, in his office, in one of the main buildings on campus, with the door slightly open…again, per college regs.

I would like to say that it lasted a long time, but it didn’t take long for either of us to get off. The post coital period was brief and rather awkward. We both kind of avoided each others eyes and just made nice as we said goodbye. All night I was freaked out about what had happened. I mean, we were both consenting adults, but he was in a position of authority over me (and that really turned me on back then). I did get the project finished and when I went to class the next day, all was normal. He was cordial and professional and I was nervous, but still put on an air of normalcy. During class, I could only look at the front of his pants and think about his cock, which had been in my mouth just a day before. Needless to say, by the end of class, I was dripping wet and in need of getting off. I did that trick that girls do, shifting in my seat to get some friction going with my clit, but I couldn’t quite get myself off in class.

To skim a bit, we ended up talking after class and decided that it was a bad thing that we had done, but it was in the past so there was no need to feel awkward or anything. I went home horny and had a hot little session with my vibrator, thinking about him. A few weeks went by and then it was the end of the semester and Christmas break. And that was that, right?

Obviously, there is more to this story (more details and yes MORE SEX!!!) but this post is entirely too long already. lol I’ll break it up into parts.