I entered the lecture hall early for my first day ever as a teaching assistant. I didn’t want to risk being late and embarrassing myself in front of the large class — much less the professor. I’d been lucky to get the gig because she’s one of the most popular instructors on campus, even though she’s really strict. But she’s also super-smart and well-respected, which means that students are clamoring for her classes and TAs are always angling to work for her. That’s why I was so determined to make a good impression.

“Seconds after I took my seat in the front row, my longtime classmate Harry walked into the otherwise empty hall. We’d attended the same school as undergrads and remained on campus to pursue our graduate degrees. I’d always had a crush on him, but he had also always had a girlfriend, so I kept my distance. However, I had heard through the grapevine that he had recently become single. 

“Hey, Harry,” I greeted him. “What are you doing here?”

“TA time,” he said cheerfully.

“Are you serious? Me, too.”

“I guess that means we’ll be spending a lot of time together,” he replied.

Suddenly, my semester was holding way more promise than I’d hoped for!

The way Harry stared at me as he spoke — and his obviously playful tone — sent my mind spinning. I wondered if I was correctly interpreting his cues because Harry seemed to be flirting with me for the very first time. What a sexy stroke of luck!

Over the next couple of weeks, Harry and I both arrived early for that class, spending a good half-hour chatting before the first students arrived. As I got to know him better, my attraction to him increased — and I sensed that he was feeling the same way about me.

Early on, the professor had given a pop quiz and wanted to turn the grades around quickly, so she could pinpoint who needed more instruction and fine-tune her lectures if something wasn’t getting through to the class. So, she asked me and Harry if we could work together that evening to grade the exams, telling us we could use her empty office.

The prof was going to a fundraising dinner and needed to schmooze local business leaders and deep-pocketed alumni, and she assured us that she wouldn’t be returning to her office at all that evening.

Hours alone with Harry in a secluded room without interruption? Yes, please.

The office was a traditional space with a leather couch and a large ornately carved wooden desk that looked like it had been there since the university was founded more than 100 years ago. The blinds had been drawn earlier to block out the setting sun, which was intense at that time of the year. But by that point, night had already fallen, and the room was simply lit by the muted glow of a pair of desk lamps. The yellowish light created an intimate ambiance.

Harry and I set to work, sitting side by side on the couch. The low table before us was covered with quizzes and cans of soda. It was hard for me to concentrate because all I could think about was the good-looking guy sitting next to me. When he briefly leaned over to grab a pen from the table, I felt the heat from his body and caught a whiff of his fragrance — sensing dreamy notes of sandalwood and bergamot. I inhaled deeply, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

I thought I felt Harry’s gaze, so I turned to look at him — and I was right. His smoldering brown eyes were fixated on me and appeared to be boring through my clothes. The silence between us was thick with unspoken desires. I knew that I had to break the ice.

My mouth suddenly felt dry, even as my aroused pussy was flooding with honey.

I shyly whispered, “You know I’ve had a thing for you for a while now.”

“That’s good — because I think you’re the sexiest girl on this campus,” Harry confessed before leaning in and giving me a passionate kiss.

The quizzes were soon forgotten as Harry and I made out like fiends on the professor’s couch. He manhandled me through my clothes, and his rough hands made my cunt ache for him.

I reached down and caressed the swelling bulge in his jeans, causing Harry to release an animalistic growl. My desire to taste him was overwhelming, and with my mouth watering, I pushed him back against the couch and tore open his jeans. I worked them down enough to free his thick, hard cock.

I knelt in front of Harry and wrapped my lips around his rod. He moaned softly as I suckled his crown, tasting the copious amounts of salty precome that leaked from his tip. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and focused on teasing the sensitive underside. Harry hissed in appreciation, so I knew I was on the right track.

Holding his erection at the base, I bobbed my head in his lap. Harry tangled his fingers in my hair, gently guiding my motions. He murmured dirty encouragements as I blew him. I released his rod from my grip to swallow him completely. My eyes watered a bit as I took him deeper into my throat. I consumed him with slow but determined plunges that seemed to make him delirious with desire.

As I continued to suck and lick him, Harry began thrusting his hips upward to gently fuck my face. I glanced up at him and saw that his cheeks were flushed. The sound of his breathing grew heavier, and I knew if I continued, he was going to come in my mouth. I had nothing against that, but my craving to feel his cock in my pussy was too great to deny. I needed to fuck him that night to feel satisfied, and I wasn’t leaving that room until that happened.

I pulled my mouth off of Harry’s dick, giving the head a small kiss. I stood before him and removed my clothes. He ripped off his shirt and wriggled out of his open jeans, leaving the two of us gloriously naked.

Harry yanked me down to him and positioned me on my back on the couch. He lay on top of me, letting his tongue tangle with mine before he slid down my body. He trailed a path of kisses down over my boobs and tummy. He nuzzled my mound, forcing my thighs apart with the presence of his broad shoulders. He ventured lower, focusing on my sopping-wet pussy and immediately zeroing in on my clit, delivering slow licks that soon became aggressive.

My hands were clawing at the leather upholstery on either side of me as Harry worked his oral magic on my pussy. He slipped a few fingers inside my cunt, and I purposely squeezed them with my internal muscles, giving both of us a thrill. Harry groaned against my clit, his voice delivering intense vibrations that increased my pleasure exponentially.

I rested my hands on Harry’s head and thrust my hips upward to meet his face. The friction and motion of his tongue was perfection, and I was steadily climbing toward a sweet peak. Softly whispered pleas fell from my lips as I begged Harry to get me off, telling him how close I was to coming. My orgasm began as a slow burn that soon turned into an uncontrollable inferno.

I squeezed Harry’s head with my soft thighs, arched my back and shouted out my bliss. I sure hoped no one was outside the office because my telling cries would have given us away for sure.

Fortunately, no one came busting in. Harry rose and covered my body with his. We shared a sloppy kiss as his lips were glossed with my orgasmic juices. I felt his erection — hot and hard — pressing against my body.

“God, I want to fuck you,” he uttered in a hot whisper.

“What’s stopping you?” I joked.

I reached down and positioned his dick between my legs, aiming it at the entrance to my pussy. I raised my hips as much as I could and said, “Do it. Fuck me, baby.”

Harry groaned and jammed his prick inside my cunt.

“You’re so tight,” he moaned, moving his cock in and out of me.

Harry fucked me with a brutal urgency that reawakened my orgasmic hunger. Suddenly, I was no longer satisfied and craved another explosive release, and from the way he was pounding me, those delightful sensations appeared to be on the horizon.

Every muscle in my body had tightened with anticipation of another climactic explosion. I bucked my hips upward as much as I could, attempting to meet Harry stroke for stroke as he screwed me silly.

Our rhythm grew faster, and I felt a delightful tension building within me as I focused on the intense pleasure that Harry was providing.

I gazed at my passionate lover, and his eyes were half-lidded with lust as he studied my face. He seemed to get a thrill out of observing how ecstasy was etching itself upon my features. The two of us rutted uncontrollably as we chased our release. We were a runaway train that wouldn’t stop until we exploded with bliss.

Our climaxes hit mere seconds apart. I let myself get lost in the nearly endless waves of joy as Harry’s pistoning cock pushed me over the edge. My cunt convulsed with intense spasms that seemed to milk the hot cream out of his shaft. I was still releasing happy little “ohs” as he wordlessly groaned, emptied his balls and filled me with jet after jet of jism.

Our entangled bodies shuddered with the force of our shared orgasms. We took a few moments to enjoy the peaceful silence, which was punctuated by our softly panting breaths.

We eventually finished with the quizzes, and to tell the truth, most of the class fared horribly. But as for Harry, he more than made the grade that night, and the two of us are looking forward to further exploring our advanced sexual education.