First Year Uni - Sex Stories

First Year Uni

... inhaled.

Had you been wearing them before you came to my office? Had you been wet from thinking about seeing me? Had you stopped in the toilet and slipped them off on the way? Had you been naked beneath your jeans?

That night I lay in bed and masturbated to you. I squirted my sperm across my stomach and wiped myself up with your panties. They were cute, floral print and Brazilian cut. I thought about all the looks that had passed between us. About your weight against me in my office. About the fact that as the semester had progressed, some of your dresses and skirts had gotten a touch shorter than they needed to be. Your tops a bit tighter, or cut a bit lower. About the times there were no panty lines across your ass. About the fact that I still hadn't seen you hanging out with any boys.

I thought I knew what you wanted, and I decided to give it to you.

The next time you came to my office, it was because I told you to.

As each student finished the final, I shook their hand at the door as they left. When you left, I held your hand longer than I needed to. You let me. I slipped a note into your palm.

My office. 7pm tomorrow.

You knocked softly. I opened the door and let you in. I closed and locked it behind you.

You were wearing a little sundress. You looked so young, so unassumingly sexy. Your hair hung across your collarbone in a way that tripped my breath. I looked at you for a long minute and tried to read your eyes. Fear? Excitement? I was getting ...

... hard, and neither of us had spoken yet.

My voice gets even lower when I'm aroused, and now it was a rough whisper.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," I said.

"I'm here," you said.

I reached out and cupped your cheek. You felt so warm. You touched my chest.

I slid my hand down your neck, around the back of your shoulder, along your spine, and rested it at the top of your butt.

You didn't move.

I wandered down your bum cheek to the hem of your dress.

Your breath caught, but you still didn't move.

I brushed the smooth skin at the back of your leg. Trailed my fingertips around to the front of your thigh. Dragged them higher until they brushed your panties.

You whimpered. I could feel your damp heat. Your soft fullness.

"You're quite on the edge, aren't you, Ms. Hughes?"

"Days," you said.

I teased my thumb across you.

"Poor girl."

I walked you slowly backward until you stopped against my desk. Your hand was still on my chest, my hand still under your dress. My penis was tight inside my pants.

"Turn around," I said.

You turned around and stood still, straight.

I could hear you breathing.

I assume you heard my belt, my zipper, my tiny sigh as my penis was finally free.

Jesus. It was in a mood. It looked huge compared to you.

Then you surprised me. You slowly reached beneath your dress and pulled your panties down until they were stretched between your thighs. You spread your legs far enough apart to keep them there, and leaned ...