We were inching along across campus, but our conversation boomed. It was sad to say, but even though there was a huge age gap between us, we had a lot in common. Besides both growing up and eventually leaving a small town, she planned on being a psychology major, which is what I’d done in college, and she wanted to travel the world.
We talked about her classes, and about how long I’d been teaching. I asked what she liked to do for fun and she in turn asked me what things there were to do around the college. Eventually, she began steering the conversation and it came to the inevitable topic. “So, why aren’t you married?” she asked me.
“Who says I’m not?” I asked in return.
“You don’t wear a ring. You’re at a football game by yourself on a Saturday night. And you have this ridiculously expensive car that a woman would never let you have if you were married.”
I arched an eyebrow at her. “Are you sure you haven’t taken any psych classes yet?”
“You answer my question first.”
Shaking my head, I had to laugh. The girl was growing bolder with me, I liked that. “I was once. We were divorced about fifteen years ago. I don’t know what happened, and I probably never will. I came home from teaching one day, and the house was empty. There were divorce papers for me to sign and an address to forward them to. I never saw her again.” I said it so matter-of-factly. The truth was, after so many years it didn’t even bother me anymore. Yes, I had loved her, and yes, it had taken me a while to get over it, but at this point in my life, I was very much over it.
Nikki put a sympathetic hand on my arm and rubbed it lightly. “Awww, you poor baby.”
I shrugged. “It’s okay.” I really liked her hand there, and her contact, even through my jacket, was once again firing those special neurons that were just dedicated to sex. Which is probably why I didn’t steer the conversation in a different direction. “So, what about you? No boyfriend or anything?”
She shook her head. “Never had one. My parents were very protective of me and my sister. And like I said, we came from a small town where everyone knew everyone, so trying to keep something a secret was impossible.”
“So, you’ve never even been on a date?” I’d had my suspicions, but I didn’t actually believe it was true.
She shook her head. “Nope.”
“Awww, you poor baby.” I loved repeating her words, even though I couldn’t return the gesture and rub her consolingly.
“The boys back home were all simple-minded anyway. My friend Becky was, and probably still is, dating this guy, Chuck. And his biggest aspirations are to become the manager of the gas station on the interstate that runs near town.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, you’re much better than that. And if that’s what all the boys were like where you’re from, you made the right decision.”
She smiled at me and put an arm on my shoulder again. “Thanks.” Her cheeks flushed red then and it was then I knew what she was thinking. It might have been the first time she’d ever had a thought like that in her life—and the best part was, it was about me. “You know, you’re really nice.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. So, I just continued to drive after that. We were only a minute or so from her dorm anyway.
“What floor are you on, Nikki?” I asked when we did pull up to her dorm.
“I’m on the first floor.”
“Lucky you,” I said. “I don’t think stairs would be the best thing for you right now.”
I parked the car near the entrance of the dorm and got out. I once again scooped the girl up in my arms. This time as I did, I made sure my hand was right on her panty-covered ass. I doubted anything was going to happen between us, but at least I’d be able to say I knew what it felt like to touch her.
She opened the door while I continued to cradle her and I carried her in. She then opened up her dorm room. There was no one else inside and the lights were off. Nikki hit the switch and it instantly illuminated the room. It was definitely a girls’ room. There were posters of Twilight on the walls as well as some pictures of some hunky guys with their shirts off. I’m sure the girls would know who they were, but I hadn’t a clue.
“Which bed is yours?” I asked her.
That one, she pointed to the one on the far side of the room. I carried her over and placed her on it.
“Where’s your roommate?” I asked her.
“Staying at her boyfriend’s,” she said immediately. “Thank god. When they’re here I never get any sleep.” Her cheeks flushed red again as she thought about what must have been a rather obscene and erotic show her roommate and her boyfriend must have put on for her.
“They’re loud, huh?” I asked.
She nodded.
I looked around the room. There was a bra hanging over the chair in front of one of the computer’s, a light blue one and a bit lacy on the edges. I don’t know if it was Nikki’s or her roommates, but I wanted to believe it was Nikki’s. I could just picture her wearing such a thing—modeling it for me, letting me snap a few photos of her in it before we ended up making love like wild beasts.
“Do you have any ace bandages so I can wrap your ankle?”
“Yeah.” She pointed to a dresser in the corner near the closets. “I keep them in the top drawer. But…”
I waited to hear what came after the “but”, but she didn’t say anything. So, I asked, “But, what?”
“Nevermind.” She smiled and her face turned a beat red color, nearly matching her hair.
I shrugged and went over to the dresser. When I opened the top drawer, I understood what her trepidation was. It was her underwear drawer.
The ace bandage was in plain sight, tucked nicely in a corner, but I pretended like I didn’t see it and began rummaging. She had a few pairs of, what I would call “conservative panties and bras”, but most of them were the sexy, lacy kind like the one hanging over the chair. Each one I looked at, I couldn’t help but picture the teen-goddess wearing. Again, I couldn’t help but wonder if she would model any of these for me.
There was also a small box, hidden amongst the panties and bras. I uncovered it for a second to see it was a box of condoms. So, the girl hadn’t had sex yet, but it appeared she was ready to experience it. All she needed was the proper motivation.
“Are they in there?” Nikki asked from the bed.
I smiled and made like I just found it. Then I pulled the ace bandage out and reluctantly shut the drawer again. Then, acting like I hadn’t just been viewing her most intimate apparel, I walked back over to her bed.
“I’m going to have to take off your shoe and sock. Is that okay?”
She nodded and then lifted her leg. In doing so, she greeted me with a lovely view right up her skirt to the cheerleading panties beneath. They were still pulled tight and I could see the outline and indentation of her pussy beneath. There was also a little wet spot right in the crotch of the panties. Seeing this made my cock jump again. Thankfully I was sitting down and she didn’t notice.
I removed her shoe and tenderly rolled her long socks down her leg, being very gentle as I reached her ankle. Her leg was so smooth and sexy and I savored the fact that she was willingly allowing me to caress this beautiful skin.
When I uncovered her ankle, I knew she was going to be fine. I’d taken a couple of semesters pursuing a medical career, and so I was at least moderately versed in being able to spot broken limbs. Hers wasn’t broken. I doubted it was even sprained. It was a little swollen, but I was sure it was just a pulled muscle. I tickled the bottom of her foot, which made her laugh and recoil slightly.
“Don’t do that?”
“What? This?” I asked. Then I tickled her again.
This time did recoil, but this ended up hurting her ankle again and she winced with the pain. So, I stopped. But, I still had to wrap her ankle in the bandage, and I did so gently. Pulling it tight so she couldn’t move her ankle very much. If I was right, she’d be fine by morning.
I told her as much and she simply said, “Thank you.” Then she lay her head back on her pillow and covered her eyes with her arm. She lifted her other leg, being careful to keep her bad leg flat on the bed. Once again, I was greeted by the sight of her cheerleading panties. And if I wasn’t mistaken, the wet spot I’d noticed before had gotten a little bigger.
This girl was getting aroused at my touch. I couldn’t believe it. We hadn’t even done anything remotely sexual—yet.
Reaching over, I grabbed her other shoe and removed it, followed by her sock. I only lightly tickled this foot before placing it back on the bed. Then I grabbed her sore ankle and lifted it slightly to put it in my lap. I gently began caressing the tender flesh through the bandage I’d expertly put on.
“What are you doing?” she asked, glancing up at me from underneath her arm.
“I’m going to massage your ankle. It should make it feel better.”
She didn’t argue any further as my fingers began to press more firmly against the ankle. I lightly massaged her whole foot, making tight circles around her heal and ankle and gently working my way out to her entire wrapped foot.
I glanced back under her skirt. I was right. My caresses were definitely having an effect on her. The wet spot was slowly expanding and I could see a thin shiny sheen on the panties now as more of her juices spilled into them.
I continued to massage her foot and ankle for another minute before moving up her leg. I gently caressed the skin on her calf, rubbing ever so slowly along her young, smooth skin. I went up almost to her knee and then pulled back. She made no protest whatsoever. She didn’t move her head at all and kept it firmly underneath her arm, but her thighs parted ever so slightly.
Deciding to press my luck, I reached up again—massaging Nikki’s soft, delicate skin all the way up to her knee and then rubbing along the bony joint, reaching underneath to touch the tender flesh beneath. I stayed there for a while, and again she didn’t protest. And again, her legs parted ever so slightly, as if she was giving me permission to continue my trek upward.
I wasn’t about to tell my goddess no. Besides, the juices in her pussy must have been free-flowing by this time, because if I didn’t know any better, I would have assumed she peed herself. The sweet, musky scent of her sex was beginning to fill the room and it was intoxicating me. Even if I wanted to, at this point I don’t think I would have been able to stop myself.
I scooted up a little, firmly planting my body between her legs, and I reached further up her leg. I ran my fingers along the sensitive flesh of her thigh, slowly moving further and further up her leg. I’d just barely reached the bottom hem of her short skirt when Nikki finally responded.
“Ooooh,” she moaned softly. It was such a low sound, that had there been even the slightest noise in the room, I wouldn’t have heard it.
It was at that second that I knew I was going to fuck her. There was no longer a question of “if” it was a matter of “when.”
I continued up her leg, both hands rubbing at her velvety soft skin. I inched my way higher and higher, touching Nikki where no one had ever touched her before. Little by little I moved my way up her thigh until I reached her panties.
Once I came into contact with it. Her eyes opened wide and she scooted away. She looked afraid, but still very very aroused. “Professor Smithson…”
“I told you to call me Sean,” I said in a very low and seductive voice. She had scooted away, but I never let my hand leave her skin and as long as she wasn’t pushing it away, I wouldn’t ever let it leave.
She looked me in the eyes and blushed again. She hesitated several times before finally saying. “Sean… I’ve never…”
“I know, Nikki,” I told her. “I know.”
Then, I started kissing Nikki on the cheek, gentling nibbling her ear. I remembered she had never properly been kissed before and I was determined to make this kiss—her first kiss—as amazing as possible so that all other that followed would pale in comparison.
Her first reaction seemed to be resistance, but she allowed it to happen. I moved my hand around to her check and slowly turned her head, so I was looking into her deep, blue eyes.
“You're so amazing, Nikki,” I whispered.
Nikki smiled, unsure what to do or say. Again, she stammered a second before finally saying, “You're amazing, too, Prof… Sean.”
I closed my eyes and began to kiss her, slowly and passionately. She returned the kiss, at first both gently and hesitantly. Once I realized Nikki was kissing me back, I gently slipped my tongue deep down her throat. In a couple seconds, she also wormed her tongue into my mouth and began to kiss me passionately.
I ran my hands down her back and put my hands on her waist. Slowly, I began to push my body up against hers, nearing the headboard of the bed. But when I climbed fully onto the bed I knocked into her bad ankle and she winced in pain and broke the kiss. Damn, how could I have been so stupid. I ruined the whole thing because I hadn’t been careful.
But Nikki had other ideas. She pushed me backwards and sexily climbed on top of me. She pushed her body down on me and continued the kiss.
I honestly couldn’t believe I was actually making out with a gorgeous eighteen-year old goddess.
Reaching behind her head, I pulled her toward me and kissed her with even more force, hard and deep with lots of tongue. She kissed me back just as hard. She pulled my head into her lips even harder.
When we broke the kiss I looked deep into her eyes. And her into mine.
"So, are you up for anything?" I asked cautiously.
She looked back at me, like a deer caught in the headlights of a tractor trailer. She didn’t look at all confident in what she was doing. When she finally did speak she said words I’d longed to hear. She said words that any man in his wildest fantasies would want to hear. “I'm yours for the night. So... anything you want.”
It took all of my self control not to cum right then and there. With her straddling me in that sexy cheer uniform and those perfect lips aching to be kissed by mine once again, and telling me I could do what I wanted to her—the fact I hadn’t torn all her clothes off her was absolutely amazing.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I reached down to caress her leg below her short uniform skirt. When she didn’t respond, not even to say no, I leaned up, kissing her neck and sniffing her hair as and whispered in her ear. “You are going to love this.”
She greatly enjoyed the thrill of me kissing her neck and ear. As my hand crept up to the hem of her panties again she did begin to look nervous once again. But I was determined. I didn’t stop this time and I used my thumb to rub her through her panties right along her slit.
Nikki cooed into my ear and with that pleasurable noise, I knew I had her.
“You know, the way you kiss,” I joked, “you’re going to have to convince me you’re still a virgin.”
We both laughed, and then I looked down at her chest. I reached up to her top and grabbed the tiny zipper there and began slowly pulling it down. When she didn't object I swiftly ripped the zipper down, revealing a pair of young and perfectly shaped, firm tits.
I loved those sweet breasts. My hand automatically reached up to cup her breast, then squeezed it, causing it to ooze out in my hand. I bent over and kissed it, licked it, then sucked it hard into my mouth. Nikki saw stars and loved it. She closed her eyes and moaned at the chills running through her body.
While my one hand worked on her lovely, wonderful breasts, my other slid down her backside and slipped between her legs. She spread her legs apart slightly as my finger explored her crotch from behind, feeling her panties and protruding lips. This time though, I pushed the material aside and slid a finger between her pussy lips, feeling her bare, slippery skin, following her slit from one end to the other as she shivered with the sensations rippling through her body. If I hadn’t been before, I was literally in virgin territory with this little goddess now.
But I wasn’t content just rubbing the outside of
her wonderful pussy. Her eyes went wide when she felt my finger push into her.
Her eyes were shut tight as she concentrated on the sensations I was sending through her from both her breasts and her pussy. As my finger played inside her vagina, my palm rubbed against her clit, driving her into a sexual frenzy.
I knew for the next part I would need to be on top, so as swiftly as possible, but while being careful not to hurt her ankle, I flipped her over, so she was laying on her back and I was firmly emplaced between her legs.
Then I began pulling at her panties. I uncovered her ass, and kept going. Nikki helped by pulling her legs together to allow the panties and skirt to drop to the floor. Once both garments were out of the way, she spread her legs further apart than they had been. I took advantage of this and placed his fingers back between her sweet, wonderful legs, rubbing her, pushing a couple fingers between her wet pussy lips, parting them.
I looked down and for the first time I got a good view of my goal. Her pussy was absolutely gorgeous. I stared openly at it, taking in its delectable beauty. I delighted in the sight of her vulva and in the way it separated into two mounds between her firm, muscular legs and blended into her lower body. She had hardly any hair down there, like she had shaved it or something. What little hair she had matched the auburn hair on her head.
My hand returned to her hot, wet pussy. Her eyes closed as I sought out and found her clit. Soaking my middle finger in her juices, I rubbed it hard. She screamed and her body went stiff, and then began to shake violently. Her love juice literally poured from her vagina and soaked my finger as a powerful orgasm overtook her 18 year old body, and the scent of her sex was overwhelming, making my mouth water and my head spin.
I realized that this was likely the first orgasm she’d ever had in her life. If it wasn’t, it was at the very least, the very first she’d had at the hands of another person. As she came down from the throes of this first-time climax, I looked down at her nearly nude body and I knew exactly one thing.
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