Chloe

Chloe

Chloe was a very different experience. While she took several classes with me and was my major advisee as well, Chloe and I knew from the day we met that we were going to fuck while she was in school. How do I know this, you might ask? The answer is, she basically told me so. She came to my office the first day of class to have me sign a slip transferring her from a colleague’s section of Intro into mine. Totally routine, usually due to a time conflict with the other section. So I was just making idle conversation.

“Are you settling in okay? Did you go to First-Year Orientation?” I didn’t really care about the answer.

“It’s been a bit hectic, but this is my last stop for registration. Once you sign this my schedule will be set.”

“Good. It takes some First-Years the whole two-week drop/add period to get things straight. You are ahead of the curve.” Chloe seemed pleased to learn this.

“I spent a lot of time after I was admitted checking out the faculty on the school web page. I knew what I was looking for.”

“If only more students took the time to do that. What made you drop Professor Wheeler’s section and switch into mine? He is really good in the classroom.”

“Well, I stopped in to meet him during orientation, and he is much older than his picture on the website would suggest. That’s not what I was looking for.”

This was not as odd as it sounds. A lot of students chose classes based at least in part on the instructor’s looks. Professor Lopez in Spanish is an accomplished teacher and scholar, but I think that the entire basketball team’s interest in Spanish was generated more by her beautiful tits than a burning desire to learn Spanish. Her habit of teaching in a one-piece leotard with a jacket on top was a real selling point. But I digress…

“But he is great in class! What is it that’s missing?” I asked, walking right into a pie in the face.

“Let’s say I need a professor who is good in the classroom, but also great during office hours. In case I need some private tutoring.”

My jaw must have dropped. Chloe was certainly not the first student I fucked, but she was certainly the most forward. When she delivered this last line, she bit her lip as she smiled slyly. She swears now that she didn’t, but I believe she spread her legs slowly by two or three inches. I only saw it out of the corner of my eye.

“Well, I have to leave for class,” she said nonchalantly. She gathered up her things as I stood to say goodbye. She definitely checked out my package as she sat up again. She was not disappointed. The thought of fucking Chloe had already given me a weapons-grade boner. She smiled a bit. She came around the desk, arms extended.

“I’m sorry Professor, I’m a hugger. Come ‘ere!” With that she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, but just a peck. But she very deliberately thrust her thigh between my legs and rubbed my cock with it. I almost came right then.

“Oh yeah, you are exactly who I am looking for!” she said, not even trying to hide the sexual connotation. She picked up her pack, but dropped her phone in the process. An accident I’m sure. She bent at the waist to retrieve it, causing her already short knit dress to climb up her thighs, stopping just short of revealing her fine ass. I instantly became obsessed with answering the question of whether she wore underwear.

“Bye Professor! See you in class!” she said as she breezed out my door.

I made sure the door was locked and immediately pulled out my cock and jacked off into an empty Starbucks cup.

But, I reminded myself as I herded my spent dick back into my underwear, don’t get ahead of yourself. Most likely, coming onto a professor like that the first day is probably just a ploy to get a good grade or special treatment. No way she switched into my class because she found me more fuckable. So, I was always careful not to jump at the first flirtation, because that is generally all it was. More than a few professors lost their jobs because their students thought it would be a good idea to suck their professor’s cock, only to change their mind leaving his office with a mouthful of his jizz. What started as a consensual blowjob for extra credit turned into a sexual harassment complaint.

More about Chloe. Her face was not the most gorgeous you have ever seen, but she had an amazing body, and she knew it. Her straight, light brown hair streamed down her back to the top of her ass. She never wore explicitly revealing clothing, but what she wore always clung tightly to her shapely body. She never went anywhere without showing off the cleavage of her D-cup breasts. Every male on campus imagined burying his face in that valley. What caught my attention most, and what I had to be sly about ogling, was Chloe’s ass. Beautifully shaped, tight and muscular, her tight-fitting dresses always made me fantasize about playing with that fine ass. One of the most beautiful bums I have ever seen.

While Chloe maximized the value of her ample assets, she was to the entire world very straight laced. She got a boyfriend her sophomore year, and seemed very devoted to him from what I had seen. Jake was a nice kid, good student, not bad looking. But I always thought that in dating Chloe, Jake was punching very much above his weight. He was pretty scrawny, not like one of the ripped student athletes who worked out every day. I gave Jake credit for being comfortable who he was, and maybe that helped him reel in Chloe. There is no accounting for taste, I guess. I assumed maybe he had a 10” dick and that was the attraction.

Anyway, I quickly relegated my thoughts of Chloe to the fantasy zone, where I imagined encounters that just would never happen. Once Jake came along, Chloe and I were even more strictly business than before. I complimented her clothing more often than I should have, I guess. My compliments were met with that bright smile, but truthfully I was out of line. Nevertheless, I think sometimes she put an extra wiggle in her walk when she knew I was watching.

She was wearing one of those clingy knit dresses when she came to my office one day for an appointment. She was obviously very mad, even furious when she arrived, something I’d never seen her display. I didn’t know it at the time, but Chloe was about to teach me that angry sex is the hottest, especially if she is angry at someone else.

“Chloe, is everything okay?” I asked, “You look so upset.”

“I am so pissed right now I could just scream,” she said, trying to use her rage to keep from crying.

“What happened?”

“Well, Professor, it is my boyfriend Jake. You’ve met him.”

“Yes a couple of times,” I said, “Thought he seemed like a good chap.”

“Yeah you thought wrong, and so did I. He is a lying little weasel,” she spat out, barely containing herself.

“It’s probably just a misunderstanding,” I tried to reassure her, “You two seem good together.”

“Not anymore!” she almost shouted. “Look Professor, I know I came on to you that first day, but I think that you are the only adult around that I can talk to about this. I could use your advice.”

“Advice about what? Jake?”

“Relationships. Sex. Stuff like that.

“Well, if I had known that Chloe, I would have started talking about sex with you long ago,” I said, trying unsuccessfully to lighten the mood. Actually, I thought to myself, I would love to hear about your personal life. It could only enhance my already vivid fantasies.

“No, I’m fine,” I said, “Tell me anything you are comfortable with. I’ve heard a lot in my time here.” This was not strictly true. Students didn’t talk much about their personal lives with me as I’d gotten older. But alright, I really wanted to hear anything that Chloe would tell me about her personal dealings.

“Jake and I have been together for about six months. We are super-compatible, both like the same things, think the same way. Sexually, I have a lot more experience than he did, and it is kind of hot to show him things that he’s never done before. It’s too bad he has a tiny, thin pencil dick,” she mused. So much for the monster cock theory I thought. “But he’s game for whatever I want to do with him, and he is so cute when I let him do things to me he’d seen in a porn video. He never imagined girls in the real world actually enjoyed that stuff.”

“Like what?” I interjected totally inappropriately.

“Anal,” she answered quickly without thinking it through. “He loves my ass.” Get in line, kid, I thought to myself. “Truthfully, his lack of size means I hardly feel a thing. But he loves sliding toys up my ass. I was trying to convince him to try fisting.” Chloe suddenly blushed bright red. “Sorry. That was much more information than you needed.”

“No problem. To each her own.” I managed to mutter, trying discreetly to adjust my hardening cock in my pants.

“We were doing great, tiny dick and all. He gave me all I needed. He told me how happy he was that I was the first girl he’d been with. Her anger flashed again, “I was the only girl he’d been with.”

“Uh-oh,” I said.

“I stayed in his room last night but we didn’t, what do you say, ‘get it on.’”

“Yeah that’s what the cool kids called it in my day,” I agreed.

“But he couldn’t get it up at all. Said he was tired and stressed. He went right to sleep. I had to stay up and take care of things myself. This morning I got up and went to my 9:00. He stayed in bed,” she continued. “Turned out my 9:00 was cancelled, so I went back to his room to either nap or fuck—sorry—until my next class. But when I opened the door, HE is lying on his dorm bed, stark naked, and SHE was on her knees next to the bed giving him head.”

“Who was?” I asked, amazed that Jake could interest two women with his scrawny body and small cock.

“Courtney something. She’s a tall skinny girl. Runs cross country, I think.”

“I may know who you mean.”

Chloe’s anger welled up again and tears came to her eyes. “I mean I walk in, he looks at me totally unsurprised, and she doesn’t even take his dick out of her mouth. She is so fucking skinny, no curves, no tits, skinny ass boy haircut. I thought for a second he was getting blown by some 12 year old boy. Or a lesbian.”

I unsuccessfully tried to stifle a laugh.

“I mean, I can have just about any boy on this campus!” She protested.

“Absolutely.