My English Lit instructor always wore these tight, low-cut sweaters that revealed one of the best pair of breasts I'd ever seen. I often got lost daydreaming about those breasts -- and the rest of the package. One week in class, she caught my eye with hers. I held her stare and smiled. She did the same.

This little staring game went on a few more weeks. One day, she handed back an assignment with a note that said, "See me in my office." Just those few words got my dick so hard that I was in agony the rest of the class. I went to her office and she instructed me to sit down. After that, she never said another word. She knelt down to undo my fly and took my dick in her mouth. The moment was just too intense and it didn't take long before I was shooting off in her mouth. When I was erect again, she pulled up her skirt and straddled me. When she came, she stifled her moans and whispered, "Very nice." We had sex once more that semester, but it didn't come close to that first time.