Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2007 15:01:49 -0400 From: jessica davidson Subject: The Professor This story contains sexual acts between a teenage girl and an adult. Do not proceed to read if under the age of 18 or 21 depending on location. This story is fiction and none of the events have ever taken place. Do not post this story on an site without permission of the author. _____________________________________________________________________________ I sat at the edge of my seat carving pictures into my desk while I waited for my parents to come back from talking to the principal. I hadn't done anything wrong this time but flunk English. To my parents it was "unacceptable." Having a writer and an editor for parents my expectations were higher then the other students. I hated it. After hours of sitting finally my parents and the principal came back The principal said "You'll be getting tutored by a collage arts professor starting at this very instant." My parents seemed pleased by this in a kind of mocking way. The principal called the professor in and left with my parents. The professor had her blond hair in a bun and hid her face behind a stack of books. I would say she's in her twenties. She dumped her books on my desk and extended her hand. I stood and took her hand, it was soft. She introduced herself, "Hello, I am Miss Peterson and I will be your tutor until your grades increase." "Hi I'm Jessica, but you probably know that already." "Yes Mr Holp told me all about you. Oh you can let go of my hand now." I let my arm drop to my side and looked at my shoe and said,"Sorry, Miss Peterson." "You can call me Emily. Shall we hit the books?" "Oh yeah, that's why we are here." She cracked open a book and asked me to read what it said. It read; "Take my hands They're ever yours Tangle them with passion I am eternally yours" "What do you think that means?" She asked me. "The act of sex, bondage." I looked up at her, she at me. Her blue eyes glistened for a second. She then cleared her throat, "Oh yes interesting point of view, but can you explain why you think the poem says this." "Gladly. Can I stand up?" "Yes I don't see why not." I got up and put one leg on each side of her thighs so I was now above her. Confusion was written all over her face. "This is something that is hard to explain so I think I'll just show you." I held down her hands so she couldn't move them. I whispered into her ears in a low sexy tone, "Take my hands, they're ever yours." She gasped. She broke lose but instead of getting away she reached up and kissed me. Her moist, soft lips entangled mine. I could feel the warm dampness of my black panties as her tongue entered my mouth and her hands wondered from my face to my firm ass just brushing my breast on the way. She gently squeezed my ass as the kiss got more intense. Emily moved lower nibbling on my ear, kissing my neck. Low moans were heard around the empty room. She removed my shirt and thrown it on the floor. Emily smiled in a seductive way and pushed me onto the ground. She was now on top of me, our breathing intensified by the passionate kisses. She stoped only to get some tape from her perse. "Your mine bitch." Emily wrapped tape around my wrist and to a desk leg. I remembered the last quote of the poem."Tangle them with passion. I am eternally yours." She took off her shirt. With it she blind folded me. I felt her tongue upon my lips and her hands massaging my breast trough my bra. She circled around my bra until finally she unclasped it. Emily took a nipple in her mouth. Her tongue flicking over it until I thought I would cum right there and then. She pulled her mouth away, gracing my stomach now and then. Every touch made my pussy ache for her more. She kissed and licked down my stomach. I moaned in pure pleasure. She then undid my jeans and pulled them off. Her expert fingers squeezed and rubbed my inner thigh grazing my pussy making me even more wet. She pulled my panties off and examined my sex. My pussy looked all red and puffy with a little landing strip. My slit was totally drenched in hot wet cum. I gasped as a finger entered my pussy. She slowly slid it in and out then added another finger. She sped up the pace. I was screaming, my chest risen and fallen. My breathing became intense as she replaced her fingers with her tongue. "Oh god, yes Emily, yes." Her tongue stoked up and down my wet slit. I was about to explode! Her tongue violently thrashed in and out of my slit. She slid a finger in and out of my ass. A wave of pleasure hit me like never before as I felt warmth beneath me. Emily untied me and left the blind fold for me to remove. I looked at her face, covered with sex, her hair fell below her shoulder. To me she was truly beautiful. My arm went around her and hers around mine I tasted my self on her lips, I tasted like sugar. "How did you like that?" She asked. "God it was wonderful!" "Maybe we can study tomorrow?" "Sure, it's a date." Feel free to seen reviews to wobluemoon@hotmail.com, any comment will be greatly appreciated.