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THE PROFESSOR
By Ann Douglas
Carol had been Jill's history professor for the
last two semesters. A lovely lady in her fifties, she
was a good teacher, kind and patient. She had
encouraged Jill at every turn and had helped her get
an appointment as a student-teacher. It was no
surprise that they'd become quit close despite the
difference in their ages.
The professor couldn't help but be concerned
about the abrupt change in Jill following her break
up with her boyfriend. She cried all the time,
couldn't eat or sleep and her studies were showing
the results. A second bad evaluation such as the one
she held in her hand would see Jill out of the
student-teacher program.
A knock on the door of her office told Carol
that Jill had gotten the message she had left at her
dorm. Sliding the report into the top draw, she
pressed the small button at the side of her desk,
unlocking the door. As Jill entered, Carol took
stock of the younger woman, cursing the bastard
who had caused her deterioration.
Jill stood five four and normally weighed
about one ten, it was obvious she had loss weight in
the last month. Her beautiful blonde hair was tied
back in a pony tail instead of flowing free as she
always liked it. Her eyes were red, it was clear she
had been crying again.
"I'm sorry I'm late, " She stammered. "I lost
track of the time."
"That's ok," Carol replied. "I'm just glad
you showed up at all. "You missed our previous
two appointments."
"I'm sorry," Jill replied. "I've been going
through such a hard time lately and I......."
With that Jill once again burst into tears.
Carol quickly moved to her feet and eased the girl to
the large padded sofa on the side of the office.
Making soft sounds she let her cry on her shoulder,
happy that Jill was finally letting go. Her arms
comforted her and through her sobs she unburdened
herself. Jill went on for almost a hour, revealing
every hurt and emptiness within her. Carol listened
patiently, assuring her that everything was going to
be better.
"Are you willing to take my advise?" Carol
said. "No questions asked?"
Jill nodded and blew her nose in the
handkerchief Carol had given her.
"Very well. Take off your clothes."
Surprised, Jill stopped wiping her tears and
looked at the older woman. She was at a loss for
words.
"The only way to forget the pain of losing a
lover is to find another. I'll help you ease the pain,"
She explained.
For some reason, t made perfect sense. Even
tough Jill mad never been with another woman, this
seemed a sensible solution. If she simply hopped in
to bed of another guy, it would just be sex and right
now she needed something more than yet. The
friendship and caring she craved already existed
between Carol and her.
Without another word, she rose and began
taking off her clothes. Carol checked the door and
when she turned around, Jill could see the point of
her nipples in her sweater.
"Just relax," She said in a voice just a bit
husky.
By the time Jill was down to her
underclothes, Carol had taken over. She kissed her
mouth lightly and then worked her way down to her
neck. Reaching behind her she unhooked Jill's bra
and pulled it off her shoulders, freeing her small
breasts. Her hands covered them and she made little
circles with her tongue around her breasts,
squeezing the nipples up into her mouth.
In spite of Jill's nervousness, she responded
quickly. Her pussy felt delightfully moist and she
moaned softly.
"See," Carol whispered as she took another
nipple into her mouth. "I told you it would all be
allright."
Carol slid her hands inside Jill's panties and
cupped her mound. A finger worked it way between
her lips and was immediately covered with juice. Jill
found Carol's hands and mouth were in a way more
thrilling than her boyfriends had ever been. Carol
seemed to sense exactly what she needed. Moaning
loudly, Jill felt her body pulling at Carol's exploring
fingers.
Kneeling on the floor at her feet, Carol
pulled Jill's panties down her legs slowly. She kissed
her belly, dipping her tongue into her navel and then
swirled it into the bush beneath.
"You smell lovely," She said as she inhaled
deeply.
Jill's legs were weak and trembling. Her
nipples ached for her hands again and she thrust her
pelvis toward her. With a knowing smile, the
professor coaxed her thighs apart.
"I can't wait to taste you." Carol murmured
as her fingers spread the girls lips.
She gazed at the pink and wet opening,
licking her lips hungrily. Jill could see her clit erect
and throbbing. As Carol lowered her face to Jill's
pussy, she stuck her tongue out. Jill barely felt it at
first as the point moved up and down her opening,
tasting her nectar. As Carol grew more and more
excited, she drove it deep inside, pulled it out again
and wrapped it around the clit. Again and again she
repeated the process until Jill was on the brink of
ecstasy.
Finally she brought her hands into play,
stroking the clit with her thumb and teasing her anus
with fingertips from her other hand. In seconds, Jill
was grinding her body against her face, shuddering
through her first orgasm in a month.
The professor brought her down as slowly as
she had taken her up. When Jill opened her eyes,
she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Here was
this lovely lady, still wearing a three piece suit. As
usual, not a hair was out place but her face was
covered with her juices.
"I think one of us is overdressed." Jill said
with a satisfied smile.
The professor returned the smile and
unbuttoned her suit. Her blouse quickly joined her
jacket on the floor and as she unhooked her bra, Jill
was amazed at their size. The heavy bra and
multiple layers of clothing Carol always wore in
class and at official functions had concealed a 38dd
chest. Carol sighed with relief as they jumped free.
Some signs of age were evident but it was obvious
that Carol spent a lop of time keeping her shape.
Kneading her breasts with both hands, she squeezed
the large nipples and smiled. Her hands slid
downward and off came the skirt and slip. Finally
only the panties remained and in a quick motion they
too were gone. To Jill's astonishment, Carol's pussy
was as bare as a teenagers.
"I could touch up the gray in my hair," Carol
said as she noticed Jill's gaze. "But down there it
easier just to keep it bare. Besides, I've always
loved the way it feels."
Kicking the pile of clothes behind her, Carol
stuck a pose before the couch Jill still sat on.
"What do you think, not bad for a old lady?"
In response, Jill rose and hugged her. With
all the passion she could muster, she kissed Carol.
Her tongue slipped past Carol's lips as she ran her
hands down Carol's back and cupped the mounds of
her ass.
"I think you are beautiful." She said as she
broke the kiss. "I wish I had a body half as beautiful
as yours."
"Now that we have you back on track, we'll
have to spend a lot of late nights to get your grades
back up." Carol said as she brushed Jill's long
blonde hair out of the pony-tail.
"If this is the incentive I'll be getting," Jill
said beaming, "I'll have them back up in no time."
"Well we can worry about that tomorrow,
right now I think you're ready for a second lesson."
Having said that, Carol led Jill back to the
sofa.
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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