Bree

Bree

I took notice of Bree the first day of class at the University. How could I not notice. She was tall about 5'9" with jet black hair wrapped up on her head in a top knot. Her face was tanned and she had a delicate nose and a nice chin, but it was her eyes that grabbed me. The iris were an unusual mixture of light and dark blue that just sparkled. She was striking. She was wearing blue shorts and a sleeveless baggy white blouse. As I walked around the room discussing the syllabus I could see a white mesh band through the open sleeve hole of Bree's blouse. And through the mesh, I could see the lovely slope of her breast. She looked up and me and put the end of a pen between her lips and circled it seductively with her tongue and gave me a wink. I felt movement under my left pants pocket.

Bree sat in the front row of the class and I made a conscious decision not to look at her but it was hopeless. My eyes were drawn to her like iron to a magnet. And when our eyes met she would do something seductive with her mouth. Run her tongue across for upper lip or suck the end of her pen or purse her lips like a kiss. Day by day, she was teasing me more openly. Yesterday, she wore pink culottes and when she spread her legs wide, her pink thong was plainly visible. Today, she wore a thin cotton t-shirt and a buttonless vest. When I looked at her, she let the vest fall open and she was braless under the t-shirt. I gazed at her gorgeous breasts with her nipples firm and erect. She had her mouth open and her tongue tucked in behind her two front teeth. She made me very uncomfortable. I felt she was dangerous. But I was hearing the sirens song.

The University has strict rules about teacher/student relationships. I wouldn't be the first teacher fired for improper relations with a student. I'm 47 and Bree is 20 at most. I wonder if the students, the young women in the class, sense there is something going on between us? Do they notice how she looks at me and how my face reacts. She is taunting me. But what can I do about it?. Obviously, there is a power differential between us and the Human Resource department would not look kindly on any physical contact whether it is sexual or otherwise. Or be happy with obvious grade favoritism.

I was shocked when Bree visited me later in the day during office hours. She came in the office and shut the door and took off her vest. My face flushed when I took in her breasts, clearly visible through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Her nipples were hard and I could see the darker areole surrounding them.

"What can I help you with, Bree?", I asked.

She looked down, then raised her head and said, " It is a very sensitive topic, Peter." She did not call me Mr Blake. She played with her top knot. I said nothing. "You see, I have some very deep feelings for you. Feelings of a sexual nature." I stirred in my chair. "I so desire you. I want you to rub my boobs and suck my nipples." She rubbed her boobs and pinched her nipples.

"Bree..."

"No, let me finish. I want you to lick my hot pussy. I want to suck your cock."

My face was beet red. "Bree stop!" The girl was obviously having a mental issue. I had never even spoken with her before. How could she have gotten into this state of mind? Just from a few looks from me?

"No. I want to wrap my legs around you while you fuck me. I want you to pull your cock out and spray your cum on these tits." She quickly lifted up her t-shirt and pushed them together. "Please! Peter fuck me!"

"Bree, pull your shirt down. Put on your vest. I want you to leave. Right now!" I was trembling. What if someone came into the office at this moment.

She screamed, "I know you're hot for me. Admit it!"

"Be quiet! Pull that shirt down! Put on your vest! I don't know what's come over you. Are you on drugs?"

Bree started crying. "No! It's unfair. It's so unnatural." She pulled her shirt down. She put on the vest.

"Bree, I don't know what's come over you. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't." Those words just popped out of my mouth. I should't have said them. I got up and opened the door and asked her to leave. She got up and walked out of the office, still whimpering. Then she stopped, turned and said, "I know you want to." There were tears in her eyes. I closed the door to office and sat down behind my desk. I tried to calm myself. She was scary. How could she work herself up into that kind of sexual state just from a few glances from me?

I'm a divorced 47 year old American literature professor who has achieved tenure. But tenure would not protect me from an improper sexual relationship. Yet Bree was the flame and I was the moth. I couldn't believe how she had gotten under my skin. That night in bed, she was in my dreams. In the morning, I woke up with my crotch wet with cum.

Bree was not in class the next day, or the following day. Then I learned she had withdrawn. Frankly, I was relieved. I didn't want the daily temptation. I was annoyed when one of the women in the class said in an off handed kind of way, "Mr Blake, it's too bad Bree withdrew...don't you think?" She had a sly knowing smile on her face.

"Yes. Yes it is. I thought she was enjoying the class."

"She switched majors. She's now in the Business school.", the woman said.

It hit me that now that there was no power difference with her being in Business school. Bree and I were now just two adults. Yes, an age difference but I felt HR was no longer an impediment to developing a relationship with Bree. A consensual one.

Weeks later, I stopped at a University area pub for a quick drink. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bree. She looked wonderful even wearing the goofy waitress uniform. She made her way over to me. Her black hair flowed down just past her shoulders. "Hi Peter, What can I get you?" She had a pad in one hand but the tip of a pen was in her mouth being caressed by her tongue.

"It's good to see you Bree. I hear you are now in Business school."

"Yes, I like it. But lots of number stuff compared to Lit."

" I like your hair down like that. It makes you look more mature. You look beautiful!" My heart had quickened. "I've thought a lot about you since you left my class."

"Oh, really."

"Yes, and I wonder if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?"

She had a quick laugh and said, "Even after my crazy performance?"

I laughed a little and said, "I keep thinking of you. You are in my head like a song that I can't get rid of."

"I'm off in an hour and a half. I can meet you somewhere. I want to change and freshen up."

"I'm a very good cook and I can make us a pasta dish. Why don't you come to come to my apartment." She agreed and I gave her my address. I went home and showered and got the food ready. Bree showed up dressed in a short cotton floral dress with a scooped front that revealed nice cleavage. She wore strappy sandals with 2" heels. She smelled faintly of oranges. I resisted the urge to grab her and kiss her right then and there.

We had several drinks sitting on the couch and talked about her upbringing and my divorce. She crossed her legs and the sight of her thighs aroused me. I leaned over and kissed her and our tongues played. I kissed her neck and her ear and went back to her mouth. My hand began rubbing her breast and I heard a gentle moan. Her hand reached down and rubbed my cock through my slacks.

"Let's go into the bedroom.", I said.

I unzipped her dress let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and I took off her sheer bra. I kissed her while massaging her boobs and nipples. I was so turned on. I felt out of my body. I was trembling. I undressed quickly and we got into bed. We were kissing and feeling each other and I worked my way down and removed her thong. Her black bush was neatly trimmed and covered her labia and then rose about 3" upward. I put my hands under her butt cheeks and began licking her pussy. It was already wet and I licked all around and circled her clit which was engorged and about the size of a gum drop. She tasted heavenly and her moaning added to the heat running through my veins.

Here was I, a 47 year old man having sex with a young beautiful woman and my cock had never been this big or hard. It was actually painful. I moved up Bree's body and placed my arms under her thighs and plowed into her folds. Her pussy was so wet there were sloshing sounds as I fucked her. It didn't take long before I felt a tightening in my groin and I pulled out and stroked once before I started to shoot my hot cum on Bree's beautiful teats. She pushed her boobs together with her hands and I sprayed love juice over her boobs and nipples. When we calmed down, I got Kleenex and wiped off her breast.

We kissed for awhile afterwards and then she went down my body and licked and sucked my cock back to rigid. I loved watching her sexy tongue circle the head of my cock. Then she took my cock almost all the way in her mouth. She got on top of me and rode me like a cowgirl one hand rubbing her clit. She increased her speed the closer she got to orgasm and fell off me moaning when she came, landing on her stomach. I rolled over and got on top of her and fucked her till I loaded her pussy with my cum.

I was spent. A middle aged man with average looks, who hadn't had sex with a woman since his divorce two years ago, now lying next to a 20 something beautiful woman running my hand back and forth over her tight soft butt. It was like a dream. Where will it go from here, I wondered.

We dressed and I made Bree pancetta and shrimp with angel hair pasta topped with Parmesan cheese. We had wine and talked and laughed for another hour then Bree kissed me and opened the door to leave. I told her I wanted to see her again. She gave me her phone number and left.

I felt like a new man. All of the depressing feelings I had after the divorce seemed to flow out of me. The self hate I experienced faded. I signed up for a wellness instructor at the health club. I started to darken my hair little by little. I was feeling good about myself and my virility.

I called Bree but got her voicemail so I left a message that I was anxious to see her and left my number. I called her the next day but got voice mail again. I decided to try to hook up with her at the bar where she was waitressing. The bar was very crowded. Bree was there but running from table to table. She finally came over and quickly asked what I wanted to drink. " I've been trying to get a hold of you. I wanted to have dinner with you again." I said.

"Oh, I've just been so busy with school work and this." She swept her hand around the crowd. "I can't talk now my boss will be on me." She wrote down my order and left. It was a long time before I got my drink and it was delivered by some other waitress. I had my drink, put $10 on the table and left. I could see how hectic the bar was. I felt sorry for Bree having to run non stop. I called her a few days later but got voicemail again.

I visited Bree's work over the weekend and did not see her so I asked a waitress if Bree was there. "No, she left with Brady Walsh."

"The quarterback Brady Walsh?"

"Yes. Are you her dad?"

"Ah, No. Thanks for your help."

I couldn't get Bree out of my mind. The scent of her perfume was in my nose even though I hadn't seen her in a week. I wanted to have my hands on her body. I wanted my mouth on her. Christ, I needed to be in her!

I called her again. Voicemail. I was under a crunch to finish grading mid terms and had to get her out of my head. Finally, after three days, I posted the grades on the University computer system and headed over to Bree's bar for a drink. The place was empty. Bree and another waitress were talking in a corner. They had their hands on each others waist and were holding each other close. Bree spotted me and whispered to the other waitress and then disappeared into a room behind the bar. Then the other waitress walked over to me and asked what I wanted to drink. "I'd like to talk to Bree."

"She's on break now. What would you like?"

"I want to talk to Bree!", I said angrily.

"I told you. She's on break. Do you want me to get the manager?"

I got up and left and went back to my apartment. I was seething. I called Bree left a voicemail demanding that she call me. I had thee or four drinks and called her again and left another voicemail. I shouted into the phone. "Damn you! I fuck you and now you won't talk to me? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

I slammed the phone down.

Two weeks later, I was called into office of the University Chancellor. The English Department head was there and one other man who was introduced to me as an attorney representing the University.

The Chancellor began the conversation. " Peter, I'll get right to the point. You are being releaved of your position at this University. We have spent the last week examining testimony regarding your sexual relationship with a student in your class."

"Wait a minute, she's not in my class."

"We have interviewed 3 female students in your class and one male student who have testified under oath that you lewdly interacted,visually, with a female in your class..."

"She was a tease. She was trying to seduce me!"

"And that the interaction became so uncomfortable for her that she withdrew from your class in under a week."

"It was her decision. I didn't force her."

"And that your pursued her after she withdrew and had sexual relations with her. And stalked her for weeks thereafter. We have testimony from a waitress at the bar were the woman worked. We have almost a dozen voicemails from the student's phone including one constituting a threat."

"This all a mistake. She isn't in my class. I have tenure. You can't fire me!"

"Our attorney assures us tenure does not protect you in this instance. Your involvement began while the woman was in your class. Of course, you can seek legal council but I'm afraid that would simply cost you a fortune and the testimony against you is ironclad. Your personal items have been removed from your office and are in a box outside this room. Your access to the University computer system has been revoked. We are required to pay your wage thru mid semester. This is you last payment. Mr Hanson will take over you class for the rest of the semester."

The Chancellor handed me a check. No direct deposit since I was off the system.

I heard the Sirens song. I could not resist it and it destroyed me.