A Creamy First Day of School

It was the first day of classes and her panties were already wet. Although she had promised herself she’d be good this semester, at the beginning of every academic year, Lola found the campus smells — of fresh perfume and new clothes — intoxicating. It was a matter of time until her libido would run off the charts.

No way she would let herself get distracted this year. Although a bit late to class, she was taking her time to enjoy the morning sun. Her long, soft hair, matching the colors of a cold September, grazed her face and fresh lipstick. It was going to be a long day.

In Biophysics II, Professor Stryker was slogging away at the whiteboard… “the net movement of particles from an area of high concentration to an area of low concentration…” She was definitely experiencing the latter. Lola was hoping that his broad shoulders wouldn’t have the same effect on her as last year. The thought of his well-fitted shirt on her naked body made her butterfly throb in anticipation. Her moist clit, engorged and growing, wanted badly to be touched.

Professor Stryker turned around with a knowing look on his face. As if he could read her mind, his gaze strolled downward along her neck, zeroing in on her breasts. Was she even wearing a bra? Suddenly, her translucent shirt felt really tight and lust for his vigorous embrace was taking over her.

If they were alone, she’d slowly unbutton her blouse and let her tits pop out nonchalantly. He would bury his face between them and worship those hardened nipples. He was still staring, so she stared right back, defiantly. Lola wished she could just let her head back and softly rub her fingers over her inner thighs. Show him how she missed him over the break. How last year in the library had not been a mistake. How much more fun was to be had in many more places around the campus.

But as times before, he was looking right through her. Lost in thought, he would often zone out to think of a reference or a new example. He then turned back to the board and moved on to the next derivation. Vaguely disappointed, she was happy she could at least stare at his tight posterior for a while more.

She decided to take more detailed notes and really focus this time. This couldn’t be happening again; she just had to ignore the sensations traveling through her body. Goosebumps all over, increased heart rate, warmth. Then, she looked down and wondered what her soaked pussy must look like. He'd love to take a swim in her generous juices, she bet. Lola felt a knot in her chest and began imagining Stryker naked, hard, and — most of all — surprised.

She loved it when men were surprised at how they couldn’t control themselves around her. How they knew it was all wrong, but couldn’t help the urge to undress her and caress her all over with their tongues, drawing circles she can never anticipate. She simply adored fucking sophisticated, older men. Lola closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began contracting her pelvic muscles in a nice rhythm. With her legs crossed, she made her thoroughly wet hole pulsate faster and faster while imagining Stryker's rod entering it with abandon. She pressed her hardened nipples against the desk and kept tensing her clean-shaven oyster until a sweet and discrete release.

Then, her vibrating phone made her gasp softly. “Hey, Kitty Kat. Are we having dinner tonight?"

Read Part II here.

© 2021 Lola Sense

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