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Walking through the stacks of the library, I was a little apprehensive. Shelly assured me it would be O.K. This was a night where few people would be in the library. The people working would be wishing they could leave. The security guards would be hitting on the co-eds at the check out desks. We should be fine.
Walking down the rows, I found the one Shelly told me to be at. I wore my conservative white blouse, my navy blue, knee length skirt, my suit jacket and I wore my hair up. If you didn't know I was nineteen, you might think I was a really tight assed professor.
"Professor Gallagher?"
I turned. There was Shelly. Her hair was in pigtails. She wore a white blouse and a short plaid skirt. To top it off, she wore knee high socks and saddle shoes.
That's right. It's role-playing time. I, Kailen, am the hard assed teacher. She, Shelly, is the innocent schoolgirl. Any guesses as to where this little sexual drama would be carried out?
"Ah, Shelly, dearest. Studying late tonight?"
"Um, yeah." Obvious lie.
"I'd have thought you would be out partying with all of the other girls. Maybe out at a fraternity getting crazy."
She started playing with her pigtails. Twirling them. She was enjoying this. "Well, I could have been, but I decided to get a head start on my project for your class."
"Oh, really? I think I've given out several." I walked closer to her. At the last moment, I turned away to look at some other books in the aisle. "Any one in particular?"
I stood with my back to her. She slowly walked up behind me. "Well, I was thinking about several, but the ones that really get me... um, excited... are the ones dealing with female sexuality."
I turned. She was so close that my shoulder brushed against her. "Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have much experience in the area?"
She lowered her eyes. "Some," she said meekly.
I raised my hand to her chin and raised her face. "What? Like kissing?" Softly, seductively, I pressed my lips to hers. Her lips trembled as I pulled away. "You've kissed people sexually?" She just stared. Doe caught in the headlights. I reached down to caress her small, pert breasts. Her nipples stood out so far and were so hard that they could cut glass. I pinched them.
"Ooooooohhhh."
I took her by the shoulders and turned her around so that her back was to the bookcase. Caressing her face, I kissed her again on the lips and then on her cheek and down her neck. A trail of her lip marks was left. I smiled and started to unbutton her blouse.
"So, Miss Bryant, let me ask you. What do you think people would say about a girl who has lipstick on her face and neck?" I kissed her neck and moved down her chest.
"Um,... that she was with another girl."
"Right," I said. "Do you think there's something wrong with one girl being with another sexually?" By now, I'd unbuttoned her blouse all the way and unhooked the front clasp of her bra. As soon as I said that last sentence, I sucked deeply on her ripe nipples. It had the desired effect.
"Oooooooooo...... mmmmmmmmmmm..... ahhhhhhhhhh."
I smiled. "I'll take that as meaning you have no problem with girls being together. So, I think you should research how young and inexperienced young ladies such as yourself react when they are in sexual situations..." I lowered myself to my knees. I was at her waist. "...with older..." I caressed her thighs lightly. Her knees were trembling. "...more experienced..." I raised her skirt to reveal her black panties. I breathed heavily on her sex. She was close to losing control. Pulling the panties down to her ankles and having her step out, I finished it. "...more dominant women."
I lightly kissed the warm, swollen flesh around her pussy. The short, cropped hairs around her pussy felt good against my nose. It was a scent I'd grown used to and grown to love.
"Ohhhhh, Professor Gallagher!" Her hands immediately went to the back of my head. She ran her fingers through my hair after letting it down. She widened her stance some more so I could slide deeper into her. Between her lips, my tongue tasted the warm flesh of her sex. Smooth honey coated me and welcomed me home.
Soon, I felt one of her legs rest on my shoulder. Then the other. Shelly'd lost the ability to stand and was relying on me to get her up... so to speak. My own pussy had long been aching and in need. My own nipples screamed for attention. But this was Shelly's turn. Besides, I was teasing myself. I'd have my turn.
"Also, Shelly, you'd have to research how these girls reacted to different types of stimulation."
One finger.. then, two... then three found their way inside of her hot cauldron. As I fucked her with the fingers of my right hand, I supported her with my left hand and my shoulders. My tongue bathed her clitoris... swollen... in need.
Looking up, I saw that she was enjoying this tremendously. Head thrown back. Hands on her breasts. Fingers pinching and pulling on those luscious nipples.
"So, Miss Bryant," I sucked on her clitoris some more. "Do you think this is an assignment that could really get your..." More sucking. Long. Passionate. "...juices flowing?" I smiled.
The corner of her mouth curled. She was trying like hell not to break character. "Oh, Professor Gallagher. I'm so close. And if you say things like that, I might lose it." She paused. I could tell there was more. I continued sucking on her incredible sex. "And you know, all the girls in class want you. Even the hundred percent straight girls." I moaned in approval. "But if you make me lose this...god, so good... if I lose this, I'll tell all the girls you're a lousy lay and that you have no idea... oh, no idea how to go down on a girl."
I smiled again, but soon put on my "serious" face. "But, Shelly, dear," I removed my fingers and replaced them in her wet, wide open pussy with my fat tongue. Shelly started to moan. It was low and guttural. I knew she was really close. "Would you really mean it?" I attacked her. Enough. Let her have what she deserves.
Shelly grabbed my hair hard and ground her pussy against my face. "Shit, no. Best. Damned best. Eat me. Eat me. Moooore. I'll do whatever you want as long as you make me..." She never finished the sentence.
Her legs wrapped around me a little tighter, but I could feel her pussy spasming around my tongue. I licked and licked and licked. After a moment, I continued licking her pussy, but avoided her clit. For a few moments after she comes, I'd learned, her clit's too sensitive for her to handle. So, I pulled the panties back in place, lowered her skirt and stood up.
She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. She was still coming down from her sexual high. I had the perfect thing for her.
Kissing her on the mouth, I said, "'Anything'. You said you'd do 'anything' if I made you come. Didn't you?"
She smiled sheepishly and nodded.
"Unbutton my blouse." She obeyed. "I've always wondered what the reaction was when an older, more experienced and more dominant woman has only her breasts suckled by a younger and inexperienced woman... especially when that younger woman has refused to give her the slightest pat on the behind all in the name of making the older woman ready to beg during their Friday night sexual drama." Shelly pulled open my blouse and ran her finger along the lace border of my bra. She hooked the finger over the top and teased my nipple. My breathing was ragged.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Professor Gallagher. Could you restate the question?" She gave me the 'GOTCHA' look.
"Please?" I whispered.
"Please what?"
"Suck on my nipples, baby. Please?"
"Character!" She reprimanded me.
I composed myself. "I think that if a certain young lady suckled the sensitive nipples of another young lady like the tit hungry baby I know she is, I'm sure the second young lady would collapse from the shear pleasure."
Shelly smiled. "Better." Her head lowered to my nipples and she sucked on them through the material. Then she pulled the cups down to free my breasts, but keeping the bra around my torso. She sucked on them like she needed them desperately. "Ohhhhhhh," I moaned. I couldn't swear, but I must have been delirious with lust. According to Shelly, I let loose with a string of mutterings. From the softer "Suck it, yes, suck, baby. Feed on mama. Yes, baby, make me feel so good." to the harder "Fuck, yeah. Make me cum you bitch, making me wait, fuck yes, fuck me."
I don't remember those, but I do remember her telling me to hold on to the bookcase and to not let go until she said so. Soon after, my world exploded and I saw colors the likes of which only exists in sexual euphoria. I started to relax and Shelly said, "Keep holding on."
She went into her backpack to remove something. Small. A butterfly. She raised my skirt and wrapped the small chain on the butterfly around my waist. This left the butterfly to drape directly over my sex. "Is that what I think it is?"
She grinned. She stood up and pulled my raincoat over my shoulders. "Don't want anyone to see your beautiful breasts." She straightened herself up and started to walk away. I just stood and stared.
"What?" she asked.
"Where are we going?" I still couldn't think straight. "What are we doing?"
Again, she grinned. She pulled what looked like a remote control from her bag. "You know what this is?"
I shook my head.
She pushed a button and I instantly felt the butterfly buzzing. That was immediately followed by a renewed urgency in my sex. I breathed deep. She cut it off. Instantly, I was hot again.
"If you want more, Kailen," Shelly smiled. "follow me."
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