Not your mama's missionary, a college sex story

Do you remember the first time that you had sex with someone? It was the very first time. It was when you were very young. Innocent? Are you extremely shy? Are you totally natural at it? My family was traditional Italian and all things to do with sex were strictly prohibited.

My mother tricked me into telling her that my 16th birthday was the day I promised my mother that I would not let anyone but my husband defile me. She didn't know that my nectar was literally flowing from an extremely young age because of the bees and birds talking. Oh! The irony.

High school was not without its fair share of second base experiences.

My innocent schoolgirl was helped. College was an entirely new field. Kayden, the baseball player that seemed to be everyone’s favourite, was my first. Then there was Jonah who was the lead guitarist of a rock band.

John, our humble Biology teacher assistant, was my favorite sex story. He was tall and lean, with a physique to match his baggy sweatshirts.

John was always a fun guy to tease and make uncomfortable during lab sessions. Although he tried his best to be professional and respectful of our boundaries, I felt that he was enjoying innocent flirting.

He would stare at me in class, and I would look away. Was he telling me sex stories? Only one moment was all I needed, and that was right after my exams. It was in his office hours, which is right next to our professor's, that I made my move.

I knocked at his door, pretending that I needed to clarify a question I had missed in the exam.

A short red skirt and a tight V neck blouse accentuated my assets.

The first sentence of a good opening sentence should be likened to a mini skirt. It should be short enough to grab attention and long enough that it covers the topic.

My English teacher would have known what my opening statement was as I began my sex story. He was wearing a navy-blue polo shirt, khakis, and his trademark nerd glasses. I was intrigued by his deep blue eyes and tanned skin.

I was so lost in my thoughts about him that I was right there at the desk when he said my name twice. "Hannah! Hannah, are you with me?" he asked from across the desk where I was in my sexy dream.

He raised his right hand and began walking towards me, waving his hands across my face. He asked, "Are you OK?" with a worried face.

"Uh, no. "I feel a bit uneasy," I said. He made me sit down on Mr. Greyson’s couch, while he filled me with water from the fountain. As I sat down on the couch, I felt the faux-leather fabric against my back. As I rested, my skirt fell above my knee.

He sat next to me with a glass in his hand, wondering if I was okay.

His eyes quickly turned to my legs, and I felt his hand touch my thigh. "Please don’t worry about the exam. He assured me that he was confident you would do well.

He was able to see right into my eyes and not even realise that my legs had naturally swollen from his touching my thigh. I begged him for a good grade, as I couldn't afford to take the class again.

He stood, walked straight to the door and closed it slowly. He said, "We can ensure that doesn't happen," as he returned to me and sat down beside me, closer this time.

His hand landed right on my thigh. I could feel his face get closer to mine.

"You love to tease me, don’t you?" Let's see how sweet little pussy handles being teased," said he with a naughty smile.

His hand was teasing me as he walked right up to my little mounds of hair. While his other hand was in my panties, he kissed me like an hungry teenager, making me horny and rubbing my clit.

He quickly took off my shirt, and then he sucked on my boobs, making me crazy. He pulled me back onto the couch and rubbed my panties with his two fingers. He held them near my lips, and I licked his love juices from my lips like a little slut eager for sex.

He dropped his pants, and he came closer to show me his rock-hard cock. He was standing right in front of me, his manhood dripping with pussy juices, and he did it before I realised. Contrary to my mother's definition, I was now putting out missionary-style.

His hips were clenching into my pussy.

I could feel his hard dick at my g spot, pushing deeper with each stroke. I was a natural at balancing my hips and matching his thrusts, wrapping my legs around his body. As I was first, I felt chills run down my spine. He was still going.

This nerd was a sex-god disguised as he thought. As I thought he was going to cum, his strokes became faster and he began shooting his love juices all across my breasts. He smiled and said, "Now that should get you an A."

Just in time to hear another student knock at his door, we got dressed and cleaned up.

After that, I was a victim to many sex stories. The best sex I've ever had was just plain old missionary sitting on the couch of my professor.