Im still quivering from a few moments ago, still feeling vulnerable and hot and sated, all at once. I want to laugh and cry and scream and sleep, but mostly, I want to feel more of what you can do to me. You pull yourself up on the worktable next to me and tell me to lay back again. "Spread your legs like I told you." I do, remembering to bend my knees and slide my heels as far toward my hips as I can, fully exposing my throbbing, wet pussy to you.

Knock knock Your deep voice calls "come in" and I do. ...Professor? I look down uncertainly, not sure where to start. "Yes, Jessica? What can I do for you?" I take a deep breath and walk into your office, sitting across from you. Im holding the paper I got back in your class today: its the critique of my sculpture. "Professor, Sir, I was wondering if we could talk about my sculpture grade?" You

My breath catches in my throat. You cant have just said what I think you said! I step back. "Professor?" Your eyes, still smiling, are roaming over my body. I watch heat come into your face. "God, Jess. I would love to make love with you. Will you let me?" I gulp. "I...Im a virgin, Professor." You cup my face with your hands. "Ill be very gentle with you, I promise.