My First Time With A Student [20F23M][Teacher][Busty]

I’m currently a professor in a STEM field. I interact with about 200 students each semester. Some of these interactions are more…memorable than others.

This is a story of an interaction I had back when I was only a Teaching Assistant. I was only 23 at the time. Even though I was just a TA, I was assigned to teach a class for a semester because the teacher had some

medical issues come up right before the semester began. It’s pretty normal for TAs to teach freshman courses, but this course was a junior+senior course so there were a lot of confused faces looking at me on the first day. I explained the situation to the students, and told them this was my first time ever teaching a course by myself.

After class on the first day, a girl came up and said she just wanted to introduce herself. She shook my hand and said thanks for teaching.

“Uhh, sure!” I responded.

I didn’t really know what to say. I thought it was a little weird of her to do that. I did notice, however, that she was beautiful. She wasn’t overly made up, but she just had this natural beauty to her. Lush hair, petite but curvy frame, smooth skin. But whatever, this was something that didn’t matter because she was a student and I was a professional.

After that first class, I almost never saw her. She probably came to class a total of 4 times throughout the whole semester. She only turned in 1 or 2 assignments, which to her credit she did very well on, but she wasn’t really participating in class much. There were two exams – she aced one and didn’t show up for the next one. I wondered about her as the semester went on. I tried emailing her a couple times to reach out and see if we could meet up to discuss ways for her to get back on track. She never replied.

Oh well, I thought, I tried.

Then one day with about 1 week left in the semester, I had an email from her in my inbox. It was short and to the point.

“Dr. Hand,

Can we talk soon about my grade? Sorry, I know I have not been active in the class. I wanted to see if there’s any way for me to pass.”

I responded saying sure, let’s talk, and we met the next day.

An important part of this story is that this class required students to submit a large final project. It was the largest weighted grade in the class, and I would replace someone’s lowest exam grade with their project grade if it was better. Going into this meeting with her, I knew that the project was her path to passing, but unfortunately it was due the day after we met.

We met in my office (I was a PhD student at the time and our department allowed two students to share an office). I asked my officemate to leave since I had to talk about a student’s grades.

She came in and we made some small talk for a few minutes, pleasant enough, but at the first lull I moved us to the point.

“So…you haven’t been to class much…”

“I know, and I’m really sorry for that. There were just some things preventing me from coming.”

She explained some of her life circumstances. It did sound hard to deal with a lot of that stuff while also being a student. It seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders though, and she was trying to make amends.

“I see, I see. Well first of all, don’t feel like you need to apologize. Clearly you’ve overcome some struggles and it’s good that you want to stay in school.”

She smiled in the way one does when they’re “seen”. Unfortunately though, I explained, pretty much all the grades for the class were done. I told her the project was the only remaining grade, and encouraged her to try and submit something for that. Mathematically, if she did well on that then it would replace the exam grade she never showed up for, and she would probably pass the class.

I started to explain this, but I could tell her mind was somewhere else. So I stopped and asked if she was okay. Another detail here is that I used to be an idiot at detecting when girls were coming onto me. I’m better at it now, but back then I was the opposite of astute for this kind of stuff.

“Yeah…I’m just…well, I was wondering if…”, she scooched a little closer to me and looked me in the eyes, “there was anything…else…I could do”.

I didn’t get it. It hadn’t hit me what she was asking. Did she ever hear what I just said?

My response was this: “Your project. I think if you do a good job on that then I’d be convinced that you know enough of the material to pass the class.”

She looked away. She seemed a bit dejected. I assumed she was feeling down about how impossible it seemed to do a month long project before the next morning. So, I tried to motivate her a bit.

“So let’s see, you’ve got…about 20 hours left. Are you opposed to all nighters?”

I noticed that she immediately looked back up at me. I kept blabbering about the project.

“I definitely think this is doable if you stay up all night. I know it seems so hard to do, but I believe in you. If you go home now and start working on it, then you should absolutely be able to finish it. I know it doesn’t sound like a fun time, but you’re a smart person and I know you can get through this.”

Finally I stopped, internally screaming at her to DO THE PROJECT!

“Yeah, sure. I appreciate you giving me the chance and being so supportive. I’ll stay up all night on it.”

Yay! I had gotten through to her! She was going to do it!

“Do you think you could come help me with it?” She asked with a slight smile.

I didn’t understand what she meant. Was she seriously asking me to come tutor her at night? Hmm, how could I say no but still keep her motivated?

I stammered out, “Uh…I…”

She interrupted, reaching out to touch my forearm and said, “Well I just thought, you know, if I’ll be up all night then maybe you could come help me. I’m sure it would be a fun time for both of us.”

What did she m-Oh. It hit me. That’s what she means. A thousand thoughts went racing through my mind – ethics of student teacher relationships, the fact that I’m just a TA, how fucking hot she was. But all I could muster out was “Uhh…umm…”.

She let go of my arm, smiled, and said, “Well, think about it. I’ll wait up for you in case you decide to come by. Here, let me text you my address.” I handed her my phone without saying anything. I was still a bit confounded over the situation. She sent herself a text from my phone with her address so I’d have her number and address.

“I hope to see you later! I’ll be waiting for you!”

She grinned, then shuffled out of my office quickly.

***

I pulled up to her place and it was just a typical apartment complex. Nothing fancy. Light blue siding with white trim everywhere. She was on the 2nd floor. I could feel how sweaty my hands were as I grabbed the rail walking up the stairs. I knocked softly. The thought raced through my head, what the fuck am I doing?????

She answered and all thoughts left my mind. “Hey! I’m so happy you came! Come in come in!”

I said hey as I walked in and we made some small talk about how the drive was as I took my shoes off, as if 11pm was some kind of rush hour.

I didn’t know what to expect, but I wasn’t expecting her to appear so casual for this kind of thing. She was wearing a long sleeve tee with jeans and her hair was pulled back.

The apartment was very tidy and smelled nice. It all felt comfortable. Maybe she had cleaned up a bunch this afternoon since she was going to be “waiting for me”. Or maybe she just lived like this.

She offered me some food saying she had cooked some pasta earlier. “Wow, she cooks her dinners?” I thought, that’s better than I was doing at 23! I declined though, saying I ate earlier. She broke the subsequent lull.

“Alright, well, my setup is in the bedroom, this way.”

We crossed the living room and went into her bedroom. The bed took up pretty much all of the room. Her desk was up against the wall, and it was not as tidy as the rest of her place. She had several uneven stacks of papers on it, and there was a pencil holder in the corner leaning against the wall to make room for the calculator pushing into its space. Her mouse had such a tiny space to move I wondered how she used it at all.

I was surprised to see that she actually had the project open and was working on it. Oh my god…did I misinterpret all of this?? I started to panic a bit but tried to play it cool.

“Oh great, you’ve already gotten started!”

She laughed in response. “Yeah, well you took so long I assumed you weren’t coming so I did the first few parts on my own.”

Oh no! I let her down as a teacher if she truly just wanted to work on this project, and I also felt like a pervert for thinking this was something else.

I sat down on the edge of her bed (there were no other seats), and we went over what she’d done so far. It was all done perfectly – I was impressed.

“See, I knew you could handle this.”

She laughed again.

We worked on it together for about 30 minutes, laughing a lot in between, flirting the whole time. Maybe I didn’t misinterpret this actually.

We reached the most complicated part of the project and there were some awkward pauses.

“This part is tough. It’s okay to feel confused with this task…” I told her, trying to keep her motivated.

She seemed unsure about how to proceed so I kept reassuring her.

“Take your time. I’m here to help you through it.”

“Thanks…yeah I think I…really need help with this part.”

She reached out and touched my hand. I froze. Oh shit, this is it, I thought. Then she rubbed my upper arm softly with her other hand and looked me in the eyes. She started softly moving her hand up onto my wrist and back a little, making circles on the top of my hand.

Whoa – this was really about to happen!

About the time that thought left my head was about the time she pulled me in, kissing me, with some force behind it, tongue sneaking into my mouth.

Wow, she is not messing around. She moaned softly while we made out in her dimly lit, second floor, nearly-all-bed bedroom.

But that got tired pretty fast. She got up and pushed her chair away. She started getting on top of me on the bed, straddling my lap as she shoved her tongue into my mouth more and more. I moaned at that. I could feel her smile when she heard me…which makes sense – probably not everyone gets to make their teacher moan.

She started sucking my neck like a teenager. I guess at the time we were still fairly close to that age.

Then she moved up to my jawline, and – teeth! Someone biting me really fucking does it for me. I could already feel my dick pressing hard against my pants, and here she was with both hands on my head, nibbling me, moving up to my ear. She breathed into it and let her tongue hit the edges of my ear.

I moaned again and even twitched a little. I couldn’t help it!

“Ahh”, I let out with a heavy breath. I leaned my head back and opened my eyes. When I moaned, she kissed me harder and then whispered in my ear

“Yeah? You like this? Grab my tits.”

Even grabbing over her shirt, they felt huge. That wasn’t good enough though. I reached under her shirt – no bra. Was this what she meant by waiting for me?

“Here,” she said, and she leaned back to take her shirt off. They were glorious – big, and as perky as tits that big can be with small, light colored nipples. She pushed them together and leaned them into my face. She was calm and happy as I smothered myself. She must have been used to guys worshipping her.

She had to stop me because I definitely wasn’t going to pull myself away. By the time she started undoing my belt and took my pants off, I was already oozing some precum through my boxers. The next few minutes are an absolute blur of ecstasy as she rubbed my head, wrapped her fingers around my exposed cock, stroking me while I moaned helplessly on her bed, running her tongue up to my head, until she finally took me fully in her mouth. Her hands ran along my upper thighs – an added little touch to what was already blowing my mind. My body jerked, I probably sounded like a foghorn of moans and whimpers, and my cock swam in her mouth, on her tongue, all of it, until I was moments from filling her mouth with seed.

But – lucky for both of us, she stopped.

Whoa, that was close, I thought. When I looked up, she was looking at me with a shit-eating grin, almost laughing. I sighed and laughed and wondered how I ended up there. She kept the eye contact while she took her jeans off. All I could do was marvel at her body.

“Are you ready?”, she asked. I nodded, of course.

She climbed onto me. I felt her tits brush against my chest as she lowered herself. She was so wet that I slid right in after a little angling.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped as I went in.

She moaned in the rhythm that she rode me. Her tits were bounced all around.

I reached up to grab her breasts, taking two handfuls to push together. She paused the grinding and shoved them into my face. For the second time, I smothered myself, engulfing myself on her breasts, fantasizing about never coming up again. All I could sense was the taste and smell of flesh. I loved it. I gasped for air when she finally leaned back.

She bounced up and down with her body nearly vertical. She was giving me a show. She grabbed her tits as she bounced and let out an “mmm, fuck” before she pulled one up and licked it.

Fuck, I couldn’t take it anymore – I threw my arm around her back and pulled her down on me. Her tits felt so soft squished against my chest. I pumped my hips up and down, fucking her from the bottom. I held her down tight so she couldn’t get up.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” She was starting to yell as I drilled my rock hard dick into her again and again, then slapping her ass. Not too hard at first, just enough to test the waters.

She let out a gasp between her moans. “Oh, fuck!…Harder!” she screamed. So I spanked her again a little harder.

“Harder!!”

I spanked her in the same spot again as hard as I could. “Fuck, fuck, again, don’t stop!”

I didn’t. I spanked her over and over as I fucked her from below. Again and again I thrust my dick into her fast and hard while spanking her.

“I-I’m cumming! Ahhh, fuck, I’m cumming! Ahhh fuuuuckk!”

Everything around my cock got wetter while she quivered.

After a quick rest, I pushed her over and got on top. I stayed on my knees and spread her legs.

“Ahh!” she gasped when I posted myself all the way in.

I stopped and asked “you okay?”

She nodded, “oh yeah, it’s just…a lot”. I smiled and fucked her once hard, pausing again with my dick completely in her.

“Ah…but I like it”, she said with a smirk.

The bed rocked as we went. I held onto her hips tight, curling my fingers into her sides.

I kept going, trying to not change the pace.

“Fuck yeah, keep going keep

going!” she said.

I let go of her breast and grasped her hips with both hands. Her legs were bent so her thighs were rubbing my arms. Her body felt warm and smooth. Her tits were flying everywhere, and her thick hair was impossible to not see and rub against. That was it for me.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum!” I warned.

“Keep going, cum inside me, don’t stop!” she yelled.

I moaned louder and louder, I was practically roaring.

“Yeah, cum for me! Cum for me! Don’t stop until you cum in my pussy! I want it. I want your cum!!”

Oh my fucking god. I started cumming. My whole body shook. I lost control of myself. My dick was so warm and wet inside her, and I felt a shot of cum go out.

“Oh fuckkkk” I moaned. “Fuckkk, ahh, oh my fucking god” My dick kept shooting cum out into her soaking wet pussy. She grabbed my balls, “Mmmm, yeah, don’t stop, give me all your cum!”

Holy shit. When I was finally done I collapsed down onto her. How long was I cumming for? It felt like minutes. She started moving her hips, “Mmm, see, I knew you could help me.”

***

I never saw her in class again. But a few days later when I was grading final projects I noticed she had actually submitted something. “Oh? Okay, well what did she submit?” I thought. It turns out she must have stayed up after I left and finished the project! And it was great! It was easily one of the best projects in the class. Wow! I was so pleasantly surprised. It brought her grade up to the border of B and C. I boosted her up to a B.

And that was that pretty much. I never saw or talked to her again. The most we ever interacted after that was through Likes and Celebrates on LinkedIn, which I think says all we need to say to each other. It’s been a little over ten years, but every time I see her name pop up in my feed I think back to that night.