My Education - Sex Stories

My Education

I went to class that morning in a bad mood. Some students in the apartment next to mine had decided to ring in the school year with a big bash, and I had barely slept all night. At my polite request to keep the music down, several drunken frat boys had urged me to join the party. I almost considered it, but their leering gazes and sloppy attempts at flirtation made me a little sick and I withdrew. I had spoken to my mother the evening before; she was depressing me with interminable talk of Scott, our rich neighbor's son, who was in law school now. He and I had dated a little the previous year, and my mom was just agog with the idea that we might be a match. He was a nice enough guy, and I had even let him fool around with me a little, but the idea of being his girlfriend or wife somehow completely put me off. My mother, of course, refused to listen to me and persistently kept praising him: his looks, his wealth, the education he was getting... As I walked under the great oak trees on the lawn of our campus, a light drizzle fell from a dark grey sky like the grey of the forbidding institutional stone building in which my first class was to take place. I walked in to the small room, looked around, saw no one I knew, removed the sociology text from my bag and began leafing through it. A couple of great yawns escaped me, and I sucked greedily at the last dregs of my coffee. I heard the click of heels authoritatively approaching the front desk. A boy sitting next to me let out a ...

... little gasp and something that sounded like "Daaaammmn!" under his breath... I looked up. A woman of about thirty was standing in front of the class. She had long jet black hair that fell in waves over her shoulders. She wore glasses, beaming a smile. Pink full lips, teeth like cultured pearls. A simple black skirt, and a loose fitting white blouse. Skin like a baby's, non-porous, white and smooth. The moment I laid eyes on her, my heart began to quiver in my chest as if I was in the presence of danger. For a brief moment I felt the impulse to leave the classroom, but the sound of her voice and her bodies insouciant movements as she prowled around her desk speaking to us about god knows what suggested such gentle goodness and soft femininity that I wished she would go on speaking like that to us forever. The rest of the class passed in a blur, a dreamy miasma.... Scott called me that night. We talked and laughed. He could be a funny guy. That Saturday, I was bored and restless. I couldn't concentrate on schoolwork and as some of my girlfriends were clamoring to go out to the bars and meet some guys I decided to go with them. It was Lora, Kayla, Sarah and I. We drank a little vodka and smoked some weed before leaving the dorm so were all in a pleasant mood. The bar we decided on first was a little dive in a poorer neighborhood a few miles from campus. There were drink specials there and a dance floor. Many of the hipper, artsier students liked to frequent the place. It was a ...