Study Session

Study Session

The hard metal chair was cold against Dana's skin. She'd been waiting for
Bradley for only a few minutes and already the chilly office had brought out
goose bumps on her bare legs and made her nipples stand out insistently from the
fabric of her thin sweater. She crossed her legs. The short skirt and stockings
weren't creating a lot of heat. They did, however, emphasize her perfectly round
ass and long, tanned legs, the result of hours of swimming practice in warm
Southern California winter sunshine.

When Bradley still hadn't shown up a few minutes later, Dana hopped up and
started pacing back and forth in the small office. Bradley was the TA of her
Modern American Fiction class, and from the first day, she'd spent more class
time staring at his chiseled features than listening to the professor lecture
about Hemingway and Fitzgerald. She'd moved in for the kill one day after class
and they'd ended up kissing in Bradley's tiny office. Dana smiled, remembering
their coffee date that ended up back at Bradley's apartment; they'd fucked all
afternoon, right up until they both had to leave for class. No one in Modern
American Fiction knew about the student/teacher tryst, but Dana knew their
chemistry must be nearly tangible. Every time he handed out assignments she
imagined how he felt inside of her and felt her face start to flush.

Bradley banged through the door, hands full of assignments. He wasn't expecting
to see Dana standing behind his desk. Smiling, he deposited the stack of papers
and strolled toward her.

Dana laughed. "Don't get any ideas. I had a legitimate question. What's the
required length of the next paper?"

He put out his hand to stroke her cheek as he spoke. "Eight to ten pages, double
spaced, 12 point font, standard margins. Annotated bibliography. Use MLA format.
Can we fuck now?"

Dana pondered a second, feeling Bradley's hand moving to her temple and through
her long, dark hair. "...Yes."

Suddenly Bradley took her by the waist and kissed her deeply, his tongue moving
against hers as he backed her towards the wall. Dana moved backward obediently.
She wrapped her arms around Bradley's neck, feeling his strength and the warmth
of his desire. Bradley's hands moved down to her ass and squeezed it, hard,
lifting her slightly.

Dana lifted her sweater over her head, exposing her see-through black bra. Her
nipples poked through, tempting Bradley, who lowered his head and sucked one
breast through the lacy fabric. He brought his hand to the other breast and
worked the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The friction of the lace on
her nipple made Dana gasp and dig her fingers into Bradley's neck. He looked up
into her eyes and grinned.

"Does that feel good, Dana?"

His hand was still working her nipple and she could only nod, caught somewhere
between pleasure and pain. Bradley maintained eye contact while bringing his
other hand to her thigh. Her nylons ended just under her short skirt and Bradley
quickly found the line where creamy, bare skin replaced the smooth texture of
the nylons. His hand played with the top of the thigh-highs, snapping them
gently and sending a frisson up Dana's spine. She threw her head back and
Bradley immediately put his lips to her neck, sucking gently while still
tweaking her nipple and moving his other hand slowly up her thigh.

Impatiently, Dana quickly unbuttoned Bradley's dress shirt, exposing his white
undershirt and toned shoulders. He shrugged out of the shirt, returning both
hands to Dana's skirt and searching for the zipper as she pulled up the
undershirt. Overcome with lust, Dana tugged off Bradley's shirt and unzipped her
own skirt, shimmying out of it while helping Bradley unbutton his slacks and
drop them and his boxers to the ground. Finally, Bradley stood naked in front of
Dana in her thigh-highs, sexy black bra and matching crotchless thong. They took
each other in for a moment, wrapping their arms around each other. Then Bradley
slowly brought his mouth to hers for a deep kiss, pressing her against the wall.

He must have noticed that the black panties were crotchless, because Dana
realized his cock was already pressing insistently against her opening. She
smiled and spread her legs slightly to give him a better angle. Bradley felt how
wet Dana was and groaned, pressing himself a little ways inside of her. He felt
her tight, hot pussy practically pulling his dick into her, but their angle
wasn't quite allowing him to penetrate her completely. Bradley moved his hands
under Dana's firm ass and lifted her again, this time keeping her in the air,
her back against the wall. Now as he pressed his cock against her pussy, he
began sliding in, inch by inch, closing his eyes as she took all of him inside
of her.

Dana felt Bradley's rock-hard cock ram deep inside of her. She was incredibly
wet but because he was unusually thick and hard, the feeling bordered on pain
and she cried out. Bradley seemed to be farther inside of her than anyone had
ever been before. She felt the length of his cock sliding against the inside of
her pussy. Closing her eyes, she felt his cock head pressing against the very
back of her and shivered with pleasure.

With every stroke, Bradley brought himself almost all the way out of Dana's
pussy, enjoying the friction of his long cock moving in and out of her. He
looked at her closed eyes and pumped harder. He could tell she was immersed in
pleasure and getting close to orgasm. Bradley squeezed her ass and began
slamming her down on him, hard, penetrating her deeply and moving faster and
faster as her body began to shake.

Dana saw stars. Her mind clouded and there was nothing left but sensation.
Bradley was fucking her hard and deep. The angle put delicious pressure on her
clit and touched on the g-spot on the front of her pussy wall. Her body boiled
over with pleasure and she moaned loudly as she came, pulsing hard against
Bradley's thick cock as wetness flooded both of them.

Bradley loved the feeling of Dana's pussy squeezing his dick as he fucked her.
He knew he wasn't going to last long, so he set her down, flipped them both
around and laid her on to his desk. Still in the throes of orgasm, she stretched
her arms overhead and wrapped her legs around his.

Standing in front of her, Bradley began moving in and out of her. The new angle
and sense of control increased his arousal and he groaned with pleasure. Dana
arched her back, bringing her pussy up to meet his cock. He leaned forward. One
hand grabbed her breasts, still encased in black lace; Bradley grabbed Dana's
wrists with his other hand, keeping them elevated above her head and using them
for leverage as he slammed himself into her.

Dana moved straight from one orgasm into the next. She felt her body winding up
again and gasped as a flood of ecstasy took her, bringing her halfway up off the
desk in its intensity. Bradley felt her constrict against his cock. Her tight,
wet pussy milked his dick. Pumping even faster into her, he squeezed her breasts
and let himself go. Their orgasms built together. Dana felt Bradley release
inside her pussy and cried out in pleasure, their bodies pulsing in unison as
both of them surrendered completely to lust and sex, crushed together on the
desk in absolute union.

Gasping, Bradley pulled out of her and leaned down to kiss her stomach before
wiping himself off and starting to dress. "You'd better get your clothes back
on. We're lucky nobody walked in."

Dana dragged herself up and started searching for her clothing. "How can you
just go back to work after that? Or are you used to it? Do you always fuck your
students on your desk?"

Bradley raised one eyebrow. "Only during office hours." Dana laughed and zipped
her skirt.

"Well, I'm definitely going to need help on the next paper. Don't you have hours
tomorrow?"

"3:30 to 4:15. But tell you what... I'd like to give you some private coaching.
Maybe tonight. At my apartment?" Dana grinned and nodded, picking up her purse
and heading toward the door.

"Maybe. Should I bring the Hemingway?"

"Whatever puts you in the mood. Perhaps Faulkner?"

"Are you calling Faulkner an aphrodisiac?... Never mind. See you tonight."

Slipping into the hallway, Dana saw a line of extremely uncomfortable students,
all waiting to see Bradley. They avoided her eyes. Adjusting her skirt and
trying not to blush, Dana nodded to the first girl in line awkwardly and escaped
down the hallway, embarrassed but triumphant—she'd fucked the gorgeous teacher's
assistant, on his desk, during office hours. She looked back and saw the line of
kids staring at her. They'd obviously heard everything. She shot them a coy
smile and took off down the hall, looking forward to the evening's private
session with the world's hottest TA.