My Student Julie Part I - Sex Stories

My Student Julie Part I

... light and had a nice scent.

As we chatted about her assignment, I morphed to conversation into her education status, career goals, what she was looking to do when she finished college. As you might have already guessed, I could give a fuck about any of that but it is a sure fire way to get them to talk and relaxed. At the end of our little chat I told her to come to see me if I could do anything to help.

As so it went for a few classes. The class meets twice a week for a 15 week terms so I have to move quickly to get these women to service me so I can enjoy them for the entire term.

At the end of the third class Julie again approached me after class and asked if she could ask advice about her career, what classes she should take, and so forth. Pretending to be highly professional, I mentioned to Julie that, due to time constraints, perhaps we should meet for coffee and discuss in detail.

She smiled, and said “Thanks, I’d like that, Mr. Nelson.”

“Julie, please call me Mike, and here is my cell number so that we can set up our coffee time.”

When she smiled again I knew I had her.

I was a bit surprised when I received a text from a number that I did not recognize on Saturday night. It read, “Hi Mike, hope it is OK to check in, Just saying hi, Julie.”

I waited a bit and then replied. “Hey Julie, I am happy to checked in, hope you’re enjoying your weekend.”

I got an immediate response. “I’m looking forward to meeting you for coffee. A lot. You seem ...

... so nice.”

Little did she know.

“Hey Julie, I was thinking, I’m free Monday at 3 after class if you wanna meet then?”

“Sure Mike, at the coffee shop near campus?”

“Julie since is is later in the afternoon, wanna meet for a beer or glass of wine instead? I like Chauncy’s off of Rt. 20.”

There was a pause in her response. I thought I’d gone too far. I guess the thought of my thick 8 inch cock pounding away in her ass had caused me to make a mistake ... I’d became too aggressive.

Soon my fears were assuaged however as she text back, “Id love that Mike.” She added one of those lame smiling emoji things.

Monday couldn’t come too soon. I had suggested at this particular restaurant as it was next door to a hotel from a national hotel chain where I had taken my college students before. Perhaps if I were persuasive enough I could actually experience Julie on Monday afternoon.

And so we met at the lounge on Monday. Julie had dressed in a tight T-shirt and tight faded jeans. The jeans were tight, not that tight that I could make out her camel toe, but pretty close.

I started out honoring the charade that I was there to advise Julie on her career and education plans. As the drinks flowed, I could see she was getting more relaxed. I’m pretty sure she could see me stating at her perky little breasts and she positioned the way she sat to make them more prominent.

After a few drinks each, our talk turned more personal. I learned that she was 21, lived with her ...