I was in 12th grade. Like high school goes, I dated a wrestler for a whole two weeks before he dumped me to get back together with his girlfriend. I guess you could say we stayed friends. My father was a high-profile father and most boys were scared of him when I was going to school, so not a lot of boys talked to me much. I was 5'1", 115, auburn hair, green eyes, and was the first girl in my class to develop boobies in 3rd grade. I had 36Ds already by my freshman year. I was very slender and with my breasts, I was quite attractive to the male population of high school. I got whistles in the hallways and admiring lustful looks, but no one ever approached me. I had acne in middle school, but by my sophomore year, I had that under control and was really very pretty.
When I was 18 I started college. I was still pretty shy, and as I heard from my old high school friends, getting prettier each day. I loved college. I aced every class and my favorite was my Literature class. It was really hard to get an A in Ms. Stewart's class. In this particular college there is a program called "Home-Bound" that if you get pregnant and have a baby, teachers volunteer to keep the student up to date with assignments, etc.
Ms. Stewart volunteered to be my Home-Bound Advisor. She brought me my homework the first week, and then the second week I went to the university and sat in on what would be my regular class. Everyone oooohed and aaahhed over the first baby of my graduating class. As I was sitting near Ms. Stewart's desk, the wrestler I had dated in high school walked up to the desk to hand in an assignment and just stood there, staring at me. My heart started pounding as I looked into his eyes, then he started to walk away.
We had parted as friends back in our senior year, and as he was walking away I mumbled, "Don't be such a stranger."
He stopped, smiled with his eyes, turned towards his desk, and as he was seated, trying to pay attention to his girlfriend's chatter, he stared at me, his elbow on the desk, his fingers covering his growing smile. The next week I went to my Literature class four of the five days, and each day, he smiled a lot more and stared at me continuously. I was in a constant state of awareness. My body was flushed with excitement when he would wink at me, and I could feel myself get wet and stay wet the entire time I was at school. He came up to Ms. Stewart's desk a lot more often to talk with her about his assignments and I could smell his cologne, hear that deep voice and admire his bulging muscles...he kept me hot.
Back at home I had settled into a routine with my little bundle of joy. He woke up every night like clockwork and I soon became addicted to the late-night CNN news show. As I was getting a bottle ready for him before he woke up, I heard my phone ring way back in my bedroom! I ran back to my room to answer the phone before it woke up my mom and no one answered when I said hello. (My parents had split up and my dad had moved out by this time.) I hung up, but brought my cordless with me into the kitchen, turning the volume down to almost silent.
It immediately rang again, and when I answered it this time, a voice on the other end whispered, "You said don't be a stranger..."
I immediately knew who it was and laughed quietly, "So you choose 2:00 in the morning to come out of hiding?"
We laughed and talked quietly and he listened as I cooed to my son as I fed him. He asked questions about my pregnancy and giving birth, asked questions about my father and we talked about school and what was going on with certain people and over the course of the next few days he called every night and we talked like long lost friends.
Back at college when I would attend Ms. Stewart's Literature class we exchanged secret smiles and glances and he even picked up my son and played with him a little. That was sweet to see. I was leaving at the end of the class and he hurried to the door to help me out and as there were students behind him and me, trying to get out to get to the next class, it shocked me that he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. He stared into my eyes with a hunger that had me gushing between my legs. I was breathless and barely made it to my car.
He called that night but nothing was ever mentioned about his sudden boldness to touch me. He did, however, drop a bombshell. As he was listening to me feed my son, he whispered, "I want you to make love to me..."
My heart slammed into my chest, and I could feel instant and complete arousal throbbing between my legs. I started breathing hard and I could feel my nipples harden under my nightshirt. I sucked in my breath and held it, not knowing how to handle these feelings coursing through my body, making it weak and hot like molten lava. I quickly finished feeding my son, laid him down on his stomach in his crib, then sat down and willed myself to calm down.
It was silent on his end as we both tried to calm ourselves after his admission of lust and desire. After I could breathe, I reminded him that he had a girlfriend and he told me he knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop thinking about me. He told me he dreamed about me every night since that first time he saw me in our Literature class. I told him he needed to really think hard about what he was suggesting, and he said he was hard just thinking about it. I told him we needed to call it a night, and I would talk to him later.
I didn't go to my Literature class that next day. I was still worked up and horny as hell from our talk the night before. After we got off the phone I went into my bedroom, turned on the light, stripped naked, and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I could tell I was a little prettier than the last time I had really "looked" at myself. My eyes were bright and dreamy, almost glassy as I was still aroused. My breasts were heavy and full, and my nipples were hard little nubs.
I slid my hand down my chest, cupping my breasts, feeling their weight and softness. I slid my finger into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, wetting it, and then touched my nipple. The aureole tightened and my nipple grew harder. I sucked in my breath, liking the feel of my own hands on my nipples, and cupped them both in my hands. I took each nipple between my fingers and thumb and rolled them, moaning at the direct line of sensation pooling in my pussy. I pulled on them, and then pulled harder, moaning louder and gasping at the hot throbbing between my legs.
I had to touch it. I slid one hand between my legs, my finger sliding between my shaved lips, swirling in the pool of girl cum already there. I slicked my finger through it, wetting my outer labia...loving the feel. It was so hot, so slick, and then I searched until I found my clit. It was a hard little nub...my love button so hard and oh so sensitive.
I turned the light off and lay down on my bed, sliding my fingers between my lips, while my other hand was pulling and pinching on my nipple. Placing my feet down on the bed, I arched my back and hips, coming completely off the bed, and shoved two of my fingers in that tight little hole. I started gasping, trying to be quiet, and started plunging my fingers in and out of my pussy. I kept arching, fucking myself with my fingers, then took the attention off my nipples and started rubbing my clit. Harder and faster I plunged and rubbed, the hot pressure in my cunt spurring me on.
