A STUDENT STORY OF COLLEGE SEX THAT IS NOT YOUR MAMA'S MISSIONARY

 Do you remember the first time you experienced sexual sex? The first time? Did it happen when you were a child? Innocent? Do you find yourself extremely shy? Did you seem to be the absolute naturallyat it? As a child in a traditional Italian household and all things related to sexual relations was strictly prohibited in my house and sexual stories were not allowed.

We attended worship every Sunday. On my 16th birthday, my mother manipulated me into telling me that I would never let anyone other than my husband be defying me. She didn't realize that the bees and birds literally have been bringing me nectar since an extremely young age. Oh! the irony.

I was able to get my fair amount of second bases during high school.

The innocent girlish looks made me feel more comfortable. The college experience was a brand new field of play. My first experience was Kayden who was the baseball player who was everyone's most loved one. Then there was Jonah the guitarist of a band.

My very favorite sex tale was one with John our unassuming Biology teacher assistant. John was tall, slim guy with a an body that was to die for beneath the baggy sweatshirts.

I enjoyed playing with John by making him feel uncomfortable in our lab sessions. He was always professional and respecting the boundaries between us, however I had a an inkling that he had begun to enjoy the simple flirting.

I would watch him look at me in class only to disappear as soon as I saw his eyes, did he make up sex stories of me? It was all I had to do was a single moment, and it was to be right after the end of our tests. It was during his office hours within the professor's office at the time I decided to move.

I knocked on his front door pretending I needed to clarify what I was supposed to know about a question I had skipped on the test.

I wore a red skirt with a slim V-neck top that highlighted my features.

We were taught at every the classroom that a strong opening sentence is like a mini-skirt - brief enough to draw attention but long enough to be able to cover the topic.

I wish my English teacher had known what opening sentence I was about to use today when I made up my own sex story! He was there, wearing the navy blue polo shirt, paired with khakis, and his famous glasses for nerds. His blue eyes, deep blue eyes as well as his dark complexion caused me to wonder what was underneath that shirt.

I was distracted by my thoughts of him, and he was right there at the desk at the time I heard him call my name two times. "Hannah! Is that you, Hannah?" he questioned from across the desk that I was lying on my dreamy bed.

He got up and began walking towards me , waving his hand over my head. "Are you okay?" he asked with an anxious look on his face.

"Uh I'm not sure. I'm feeling a bit nervous," I chimed. He made me to sit upon Mr. Greyson's sofa while he brought me a glass of drinking water at the fountain. The cold, faux leather fabric against my thighs' back while I sat uncomfortably in the sofa. My skirt was dangling above my knees as I relaxed.

He sat next to me holding the drinking glass in his palm asking if I was okay.

His eyes quickly scanned my legs, and I felt his hands upon my hip. "Please don't be anxious about the test. I'm confident that you'll pass it," he assured me.

He stared straight into my eyes , not realizing that my legs had extended in response to his touch over my hip. I demanded for him to award me with a great grade as I was unable to go back to the class.

He got up, walked straight to the door, then shut it with a slow closing. "We will ensure that this doesn't take place," he said as returning and sitting next to me, much further away this time.

His hand was right back on my thigh, just a slightly higher and I could feel his face move more close to mine.

"You like to tease me do you not? Let's see how this adorable little girl is at ease with being teased," He declared with a cheeky smiling face.

Then his hand made it's way over my small mound of hair that was public, making fun of my clit. The man gave me a kisslike an hungry teenager, with his other hand in my pants as he rubbed my clit me look sexy.

He took no time getting my shirt off and sucked into my breasts which drove me crazy. He then pushed me back onto the couch, took off my pants, and touched my wetness with both of his fingers. He placed them on my lips, and I took my love juices from his fingers as if he was a tiny slut who was seeking sexual sex.

He took off his pants and moved closer to give me an image of his hard-hitting cock. In a flash, I realized that the guy was in the middle; his manhood slamming against my door, and smelling my sweaty pussyy-juices. There I was, putting out missionary-style in a way that was not what my mom's definition of a missionary!

The hips of his friend were grinding my pussy

It was easy to feel the firm dick just in my g-spot. He was stomping more deeply with each stroke. I lifted my hips as if it was natural and then matched his thrusts, and wrapped the legs of my body around his body. I felt shivers running down my spine when I came first. He was still moving.

I didn't realize that the nerd I was watching would turn out to become a sex-god disguised. His strokes grew faster and just as I was beginning to feel I was about to get him the sex-god, he began to shoot his passions across my chest. "Now this should earn you an A -," He smiled.

We were dressed and cleaned just in time to saw another student knocking on his door.

I've heard a lot of sex tales later. But a plain old missionary sitting on my professor's couch was the best sex experience I have ever experienced.