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My Psychology Professorthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:older women/men, 1221 words)

Author: M. Nomer
Added: Jun 25 2004Views / Reads: 8279 / 5439 [66%]Story vote: 7.38 (8 votes)
I took the class hoping for a change of pace. I got much more than I expected.
 


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Thinking back now, it's absolutely crazy. She wasn't the prettiest woman but she was far from ugly. But at 5 foot 5, she was the sort of woman that fantasies were made of. Her shoulder length light brown hair flowed naturally yet in a sophisticated manner only the most confident of woman could do. Her blue eyes were deep and her make up was always worn in the must subtle of ways. Her breasts were so naturally perfect. It drives me crazy seeing her breasts above a flat stomach - the results of working out every afternoon. But her best feature was her legs, toned and tanned. Yet, despite all this, she was not the most beautiful of women. But our single intimate relationship was my fantasy because she was my psychology professor.

I first met Professor Kristen Brown in a consulting class. I was a junior looking for an interesting class and the Organizational Consulting 157 was exactly what I wanted. The class was quite informal; we met only once a week. It was anchored by a project the 14 students of the class needed to complete and all our assignments were based from the consulting project. She would assign small tasks and I was a sucker to do everything she said. I worked in small groups and reported to her often. She motivated me to go to class and I shined as a student. In her mind I was passionate about the Psychology. I knew better. In my mind, my actions were the result of my desire to please her.

At first I was confused by my emotions. I was 21 and she was 42; how ...

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