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The door was open. I had no reason to have it closed. We were all in this together. So I was sitting in the large chair as my nurse prepared to access my port to begin the first liter of Cisplatin. The cancer center had been busy today and I glanced out the doorway as several people passed by. Then I noticed a woman pausing as one of the nurses escorted her somewhere.It was Katherine. I recognized her at once even though it had been so many years ago. Then I heard her laugh as her companion said something to her and they strolled away. That was the completely charming laugh I had heard for the first time in my office at our college.Kat had been my first. That doesn’t mean what one might be thinking. She was not my first sexual partner but, rather, my first submissive. We learned about and explored the BDSM lifestyle together. She helped me form my dominant personality and I helped her complete herself. Or so she told me so many times.And it had all been precipitated by a glimpse of side boob.It was some twenty five years earlier. I was an assistant professor in the department of geography. I was placed on the tenure- track after having been hired fresh from my Ph.D program at another university out west. Things were going well for me, it seemed, as I taught several courses taken by non-majors in my field.We were a liberal arts department and many students took lower-level courses as electives to fulfill requirements for a liberal arts degree. Some were also completing these classes simply to proceed on to a BA in geography.I discovered later that Kat was neither type of student. For her, my course in regions of the world was simply an interesting course to take while completing her MFA. Geography was one of her many passions in addition to the arts. But she came to my attention one day when she stopped by to talk to me during my office hours. A favorite of the teaching staff at the time was Gary Larson’s The Far Side. For some reason his cartoons appealed to a geographer’s sense of humor. Apparently they did the same for Kat as well. I heard her tinkling laugh ring out just outside my door. It was open and I stood up as I glanced at her, smiling. She looked over her shoulder at me and returned the smile.My smile slowly melted off of my face. I had seen something that would transform my life. It was autumn in our part of the world but the weather had been unseasonably warm and many young people had taken advantage of the warm weather to keep wearing some of the clothes almanbahis they had worn during the summer. This girl was wearing a simple flowered cotton skirt, some sandals, and a top that was just a long sleeved man’s shirt tied by the shirt tales in front and with the arms cut off. Cut off so that her braless breasts were allowing themselves freedom to feel the breezes and to display to a lucky world her assets.Please understand. Her other assets were charming and delicious as well. I did love a nice pair of legs and hers were sweetly curvaceous. Her waist was tidy with an innie bellybutton showing under the knot of the shirt. And her face. My god, she was a fucking goddess. But her boobs were what really made me almost stutter as I spoke to her. I quickly tried to hide the embarrassment I felt at staring at a student’s breasts, smiled again, and asked her to sit down beside my desk.”Hi. How can I help you today?” I asked.”Well, it’s just that I need to drop your regions course. It’s not too late, is it? I don’t want to get a bad grade on my record.” I shook my head. “No, it’s not too late to drop but what’s the matter with the course? Any problems I could fix?””Oh, no Sir. No problem. I love the class. It just conflicts with another course. Not one I need take but one I need to go to. I mean, I’m getting my degree in fine arts and I need some extra money. I can get a nice bit of cash posing in some art classes. They always need people to pose in the life drawing classes. Also in the photography labs. It’s for art so I don’t mind, really, posing in the nude once in awhile. And I need the money. Oh, well. I’ll go ahead and drop your class, but I did like it a lot. You’re a good teacher.””That’s a shame…about leaving the class. Just write down your information here and I’ll take care of it. I hate to lose a good student. You were a good student, right?” I grinned at her and she smiled back.”Okay, Sir. Here’s the info. I already wrote it down.” She lowered her head and then looked up, smiling again. “My digits are on it, too, if you need to give me a call. For any reason.” She arose and drifted out the door. Was I smitten? You might say that. You might very well say that, with a resounding yes. And you might say I knew she had noticed my interest. She had glanced down to my lap where a certain prominence had become noticeable.All this rather made my day. You see, it’s not allowed for faculty to fraternize with their students. But she would not be my student soon. Then, almanbahis yeni giriş she would be available. I knew several teachers and professors who had dated, and even married, graduate students they had met on campus. As long as one had no real power over a student’s academic fortunes the relationships were up to the adults involved.When I received notice from the department that Katherine Gillespie had dropped the course I pulled her number out from my desk drawer. I dialed the number and waited expectantly. No answer, so I left a message.”Hi, Katherine. This Greg Palmer. From the geography department? Regions course? Anyway, give me a call back if you don’t mind.”The call ended, I rested the phone back into its cradle on my desk and it began ringing almost immediately. I hoped it was her. It was.”Yes, hi. How are you, Katherine. Thanks for returning my call.””Yes, Sir. Sorry, I didn’t know it was you calling when it rang at first. I’m fine, Sir.””You don’t need to call me sir, you know. Greg is fine. I mean, I hope we’ll be more than just teacher and student sometime. That’s why I called. I was wondering if we might get together. I can’t think of anything that would be more pleasing right now.”She laughed and the base of my spine tingled a little. “Yes, Sir. I prefer Sir if you don’t mind. I think that’d be best. Yes, yes. I’d like to get together if that pleases you, Sir.”This was getting more and more interesting. We chatted a few minutes more and we made plans to meet at a pub near the campus. A place that had tables outside. The weather was still great. She actually asked me what I’d like her to wear. Odd, I thought, but rather happily I mentioned that I had liked the sort of things she was wearing when we first met in my office. She giggled this time.I was outside the pub with a pint of beer when she walked up to the table. The weather had freshened up a bit with the temperature dropping a little. However, she had worn the exact same thing as before. Smiling, she bent over and placed her purse on the ground by the chair giving me the vision of her breasts dangling freely inside the shirt. She looked up at me, rose up, and then sat down. I spread my legs slightly apart giving myself some breathing room for the boys. She sat back against the chair and her nipples were readily apparent to me and anyone else looking.  “It’s nice out today, don’t you think, Sir. Not too cold at all.” She smiled as her hand rested on my thigh.I placed my own hand on it, squeezed almanbahis giriş it, and responded. “Right, Katherine. It’s perfect.””Kat. Or Kitten. Whatever you prefer, Sir.” I was thinking, we need to have a long talk. This is becoming quite interesting.We had something to eat and drink. Then strolled down the street with lots of leaves falling now. I put my sweater around her shoulders and she took my hand. After a few minutes we arrived at her apartment building just off-campus.She turned and looked up into my eyes. “You know something, Sir? The only reason I took your regions class was to see you? And then to get to know you. It was your smile, Sir. I saw you in the Commons one day, sitting with another girl, and I saw your smile.”I was taken aback. But I surely was not offended. I felt as if I had won the lottery. “Kat, let’s get to know each other much better. May I come upstairs with you this evening?” “Silly man. I can’t be any more plain about how I feel. Please, Sir, I want some more.”We went up the brick entryway to her building and down the hall to her place. We stopped at her door. She turned her head up and kissed my lips with an eagerness that brought my response immediately. My tongue probed. My hand went to her breast. She moaned then stepped back and quickly opened her door.”Please, Sir. Suck them for me,” she breathed as I began un-buttoning the shirt. My mouth went to her hard nipples and she shuddered. Really, I thought. This is wonderful as I kept sucking harder and harder. “My god. Yes, Sir. Oh, yes, yes, make my tits sing, Sir.” I could not believe it. She was actually coming as I rubbed her pussy under her skirt, through the cotton panties, and kept on licking and biting her nipples. My prick had never felt so hard in my life. I picked her up and took her over to her sofa.I pulled the shirt off and took her skirt off as well. Removed the panties, now damp with her honey. I kissed her feet as I removed her sandals and then stood up. My clothes were removed without any pause and she twisted around on the sofa, looked up at me, and begged, “please, Sir, come on my tits.”My prick was in her mouth so fast that she was gagging, but I heard her giggling as I began fucking her sweet face. I took it slow. I did not want to spoil this first time. I was remembering in my head each moment of this love-making. Her hands tickled my cock and balls as I noted her legs spread widely. One hand was rubbing her breasts and pinching the nipples. Hard, they were, and needing attention. They would get all of the attention I had as I kept humping into her mouth, feeling the hot drool running down the shaft and mingling with my pubic hair.She grabbed my dick as she pulled away from sucking me.

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