This story has NEVER been told before because I promised her that it was our secret. A few days ago as she discovered my blog, she indicated to me that if I wanted to tell it then I had her blessing. I told her that it would be my pleasure to write about one of my best memories. The time has now come to reveal my secret affair with one of my best friends. We all have our share of secret lovers, but she was a special one. This is a tribute to you my dear friend, “la prof”.
A secret revealed
Sometimes life throws surprises at you and makes you live things you have never dreamed possible. This is what I had with her, a university professor with whom I shared a few adult perversions. And yes, she was fifteen years older or so, originally from Belgium, single, tall, thin but strong, a light blonde bob with a simplistic style, and a swimming coach on the side. She loved women but was ashamed. She had to hide to love.
This “dame”, I did not seduce her, it was she who made advances to help me write my thesis. She was beautiful, intelligent, classy enough, and a bit “old France”, traditional and cultivated. It was at the end of my undergraduate studies and students were put in groups, which are then assigned to a professor to serve as their “thesis sponsor”. As we started to meet to discuss my research paper, I became attracted to her. When I was around her, I had emotions, sensations in my body. She watched me work while standing behind me; I could feel her breath on my neck and smell her perfume. After a week of meetings, she invited me to continue our writing at her house. She complimented my hair that she said she found very beautiful. Then one day, she ran her fingers through my long hair and my shoulders, always telling me that I was a beautiful girl. I left her place with wet panties, unconsciously, I was looking forward to more intimate touches from her.
Professor and student
This thesis was more than writing a piece of paper, I also had to present it in front of a panel of professors. Evidently my dress code was not appropriate for this but she was there to advise me. She offered me to try on some clothes that she had, very luxurious brands that she thought would look perfect on me. We went to her room, nothing extraordinary at first. She spread some clothes on her bed and asked me to choose what I liked. I picked a few but I had to try to make sure. I was quite small and most normal sized clothes look like a tent on me; and she was a tall woman. She proposed to leave the room while I tried the clothes but I told her I needed her opinion, and she stayed. She kept looking at me while I took off my skirt, then my top. I was not totally naked but I could see that she was staring at my body, a little too stealthily, with an air of shame.
I tried the first dress and she came close to me to readjust it. She made her boldest move yet by passing her hands through my breasts, my belly and my butt as she adjusted the dress on my body. She told me that I had a great body while her hands went up and down my back. She fixated her eyes on me, her face was close to mine, her breath was on my mouth and just like that, our lips brushed off against one another. My heart beat even faster, I knew that I was going to be guided by her. I could tell she wanted to know everything about me, my taste, my intimate scent, see my naked body, find my pussy, touch it, lick it. I let myself get kissed, I let her tongue inside my mouth, then I put mine in hers. It was soft and warm, our tongues intertwined with each other. At the same time, her hands caressed my shoulders and my hips; she pressed me against her, her hands grabbed my buttocks as she slipped a knee between my thighs, rubbing on my pussy. I was very wet. I was still hesitating to touch her, but when she rubbed her breasts against mine and my nipples became hard, I finally let my hands wander over her body.
We were high on passion for each other, the world around us stopped, when she suddenly pushed me away, her eyes misted “No! We cannot! You are too young!”. Her breath lost in her voice, she looked as if she was burdened by shame that she showed sexual feelings towards me. I was really surprised by her reaction, to know that just a second ago, all we wanted was each other. But here I was, almost naked, in front of this older woman who just suddenly had a crisis of conscience, while my stomach was on fire, desiring her, longing for her touch.
I was going to get dressed when she came back behind me, holding me by the waist. “No, wait! Do not leave please”, she pleaded. She returned me around to face her and as she looked me straight in the eyes, she said “I want you to stay, please. I have wanted you from the first time I saw you. If anybody found out that I love girls, I would die of shame. Please stay”. I did not say a single word, I stuck on her, kissing her deeply, a way to tell her that I wanted to stay and that her secret was safe with me.
While we sucked each other’s tongue, she was groping my butt up the dress, I unbuttoned her blouse when I was surprised by her soft chest and feminine figure. She pushed me onto her bed and her open blouse gave me the view of a pearly silk bra. We then stripped each other, dragging our hands in interminable and audacious caresses that electrified our bodies. I was naked first, laid on her bed, waiting to see what she would do next. She devoured me with her eyes, almost with a hungry look on her face. She began to kiss my body and not an inch of skin escaped her lips. I slipped a leg between her thighs and she rubbed herself on my crotch while fondling my breasts and sucking my nipples.
She came down just like that, down my belly and the closer she approached my pussy with her wet lips, the more I felt the pleasure go up, she made the wait worthwhile; the inside of my belly was literally boiling, demanding more and more. She looked at me in the eyes again, just before spreading my thighs, kissing around my crotch “Mmmm you smell good”. She approached my lips with her mouth, kissing them first before disappearing between my thighs completely. I let myself go entirely, spreading my legs wide so that she could lick, dig, easily and deeply her vicious tongue inside me. She literally “ate” me, like a hungry holding on to every crumb.
As her tongue came in and out of me, titillating my clit, passing through my most secret places, her mouth devouring me; her fingers stroked my skin, pinching, stretching, rubbing, at one point almost passing her fingers through my skin. I felt she slid, hesitantly, towards my butt, waiting for my reaction to venture further. Gradually, she arrived there, her mouth came to rest on my anus after licking along my line and around my little hole, keeping her fingers on my pussy, and soon they entered me. This double caress was magical. Her tongue penetrated my most intimate area, moist and wet, she found her way, like her fingers, now searching me deeply. I pressed my lips gently so they were opened even more for her penetration. At that moment, I was just reduced to pleasure and enjoyment, I felt the orgasm rise like a fire fanned by the wind, with every movement of her tongue on my pussy, with each kick of her fingers on my sex, a hot burst bringing out of me the lava of ecstasy. She was good. I think that I even hissed while I orgasmed, enjoying every second like a depraved, without restraint, my pussy on her face, screaming of pleasure louder and louder with each spasm, I was dripping wet. I laid there for a few seconds, almost flooded and overwhelmed.
She gave me a very tender look, almost like a teenager who just kissed her first love; and to my surprise she said “Thank you! This was my first time eating pussy and I am glad it was yours”. She took over my emotions with her words and truth. I leaned forward, kissed her very deeply then I turned her around and pushed her onto her bed. My professor had a pussy on fire and overflowing with wetness. She was open for me, taking my tongue and my fingers in as I felt each and every spasm. She was a little hesitant to let me in completely, “No, no” but then she also spread her legs like a slut, and just like I did earlier, she pushed my head deep down into her pussy until she orgasmed like a wild beast. I raised my head and kissed her again and we both fell on her bed, exhausted and satisfied. We both laughed very loudly. It was also my first time.
As I rested my head on her chest, she told me that she just lived one of the best moments of her life, but she found very difficult to assume it. She felt ashamed that she indulged herself into her most pervert desire. She asked me to keep our encounter a secret. I nodded my head and told her “I promise.”. I never told anyone.
Friends for life
We got up and made our way to her living room and watched a television program together while cuddling on her sofa. As I got dressed to leave, she had a small request for me; she asked if she could keep my panties. I took them right off and handed them to her without any second thought. She later drove me back to my dorm room, and as we hugged “good bye”, she whispered in my ear “Good night my sweet girl”. That night in my tiny dorm bed, I kept thinking about her, her smell, her touch, her voice. My heart hurt for her that she was not able to live her truth because of shame. She was lost between her desires for a Sapphic relationship, her “petty bourgeois” education, and her uptight family and colleagues.
We spent the next few weeks smiling at each other in the hallway, on the days I actually showed up for classes. We did not go back to repeat this hot scene at her place because her mother came to stay with her the week after. One evening I came to a swimming competition where she was coaching to cheer on her. Afterwards we went to dinner and spent the night together in a hotel room. It was another unforgettable night of sometimes soft, sometimes wild touches. I eventually completed my paper and presented it with a “Most honorable mention”, as she cheered for me in the audience. I ended up wearing a different dress, by the way. After the presentation, which was also my last day on campus, I was busy socializing with the other professors and my parents who came to attend. I had not noticed that she quietly slipped away. I looked around and I could not see her, so I decided to go and look for her in her office. I entered her office and closed the door behind me, she stood up from her chair and we both fell into each other’s arms, in tears. We shared a passionate kiss, wiping each other’s tears and saying our good byes. She gave me a small blue gift box that had a crystal figurine of my favorite animal. I still have this box to this day. I went off to the next step in my study, completing my internship.
It took us almost five years to see each other again but we have never lost touch. We have stayed in contact with each other over the years and we became friends for life. A few years ago, we spent a day together in Paris and went to see a comedy show together. Today, I am proud to say that she is finally living her life openly with the love of her life as a gay woman, the true definition of love. It was her partner who encouraged that we tell our story. I joked that maybe I could join both of them sometime. Her reply? “They would love it!”. Sigh. I love you forever my professor, and thank you for being one of my best friends. Kisses everywhere.
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