Intro:
A desperate student in need of an A on a course that could affect her GP.
A horny female professor in need of a one night stand!
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Camilla Campbell's P.O.V.
Camilla stood in the hallway of the English department, hovering around the closed door to Professor Celine's office. Her heart was racing and her nerves were getting the better of her. Her freshman year was coming to a close and she had messed up. Her final paper for Professor Celine’s class had been a total failure, and it was going to ruin Camilla ’s GPA. Worse still, her ruined GPA would mean her academic scholarship would be in jeopardy. The whole thing was just one big nightmare.
Pacing back and forth, waiting for her turn, she could only think of the disappointment her family would feel for her failure. She had worked so hard to get that scholarship, and one botched term paper could bring everything crashing down. Could she even afford to continue at school if she lost her scholarship? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to fix this someway, whatever the price was she was ready to pay.
The tall wooden door to Professor Celine’s creaked open and a young man, about Camilla ’s age, sauntered out hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulder. Camilla approached him and stopped him in his tracks.
“Please tell me she's in a good mood” asked Camilla nervously.
“Professor Celine?” said the fellow student. "Don't worry, She’s in a good mood.” The boy replies smiling..
Camilla let out a deep sigh of relief.
“But she didn’t give me any options to bring up my grade,"The student admitted.
“That's why you're here right?"The boy shrugged and continued on, walking down the hall, leaving Camilla standing there in front of the door.
Camilla ’s anxiety quickly returned. She ran her hand through her hair, and tried to blot the beads of sweat she felt accumulating on her brow.
“Camilla ,” said a woman’s voice from inside the room. “You can come in now.”
Camilla took a deep breath, lifted her backpack up from off the ground, and pushed through the half-open wooden door, closing it tightly behind her.
Professor Celine’s office was open and bright, with rays of sunshine booming in from the large windows behind her desk. Two entire walls were bookshelves, crammed with Professor Celine’s personal library, and off to the far side of the room was a black leather couch.
“Come on in, Camilla ,” said Professor Celine once again. “Sit down.” Behind her desk, Professor Celine sat straight with good posture. She had long brown hair, with styled waves tumbling down the front of her chest. Her face was framed with black glasses and she wore a casual black tee-shirt that accentuated her perky breasts beneath. For a woman in her mid-forties she was absolutely stunning, like a movie star aging gracefully, and had obviously taken good care of herself. Smiling at Camilla , she put a hand out to motion to the chair in front of her desk.
Camilla sat down, smiling timidly, and she set her backpack down by her feet.
“What can I do for you, dear?” asked Professor Celine calmly.
“Well,” started Camilla . “It’s about my grade on the final paper.”
“Mm hmm,” said Professor Celine, nodding knowingly.
“I messed up,” said Camilla . “And because of it, I may lose my academic scholarship.”
“So you just want me to change the grade?” replied Professor Celine.
“No, of course not,” said Camilla . “I want to make it better, Professor.” Camilla looked down and fidgeted with her hands in her lap. “I’ll rewrite it or take another test or whatever else. I really need to keep this scholarship.”
“The semester’s over, Camilla ,” said Professor Celine. “I’m submitting grades tomorrow.”
“Really?” said Camilla , fretting with herself. Her face became unduly worried and her anxiety inside was almost unbearable.
“Really, dear,” said Professor Celine.
“I’ll do anything,” said Camilla . “Is there anything that I could possibly do for you to raise my grade?” she said, looking earnestly at Professor Celine and pleading. “Please Professor, I need an A.”
Professor Celine sat there in silence for a moment, curiously looking at Camilla . She's a young girl, a typical 18-year-old freshman girl at the school. Camilla has gold blonde hair, twisted up into a bun behind her head, and she wore a short pink crop top and a skirt that landed at about mid-thigh as she sat in the chair.
“Listen Camilla ,” started Professor Celine. “I'll tell you what we can do about your situation but call me Celine first”
“What?, That's crazy" said Camilla says laughing softly...
“That’s my name,” said Celine . “And that’s what you can call me.”
“Okay Celine ,” said Camilla sheepishly.
“Second,” continued Celine . “I need you to be mature about the offer am about to tell you.”
"Listen. I’m willing to give you that A. But you’ve got to give me something.”
“What’s that?” said Camilla , her hands clammy.
Celine took a scrap piece of paper from her desk and picked up a pen. She started to scribble onto the paper and once finished she handed the paper to Camilla .
“That’s my phone number and address,” said Celine . “I live right off campus.”
“I don’t understand,” said Camilla .
“If you want an A,” said Celine . “You’ll come over tonight and let me do whatever I want with that sexy little body of yours.”
“Professor Celine!” exclaimed Camilla incredulously.
“Calm down, dear,” said Celine . “It’s okay. I know it’s weird. But listen,” she said, pausing and looking off slightly. "You're going to enjoy every bit of it”
Camilla felt absolutely torn. She knew she needed that A to maintain her scholarship, but Celine ’s proposal made her feel anxious and scared. Looking at Celine , who was smiling comfortingly across the desk, Camilla considered that she could make this work. After all, Celine was actually quite beautiful. All the boys she talked to would make lewd comments about Celine behind her back, about how they’d love to fuck her for a grade. And now that Camilla knew Celine was a lesbian, she could have a secret laugh at all the guys’ remarks. It was so ironic that here she was in the position that all the guys wanted to be in.
“I can tell you’re uncertain,” said Celine , breaking the silence.
Camilla nodded.
“Take my information with you,” Celine continued. She looked up to the clock on the wall and then back to Camilla . “It’s noon right now. Text me by 5PM if you’re coming over tonight. Does that sound good?”
Camilla nodded once more.
“Good,” said Celine . “I really hope you do come over,” she said. “I think you and I could have a lot of fun together.”
Camilla smiled half-heartedly and stood up. She grabbed her bag from the floor and wandered out of Celine ’s office, gently closing the door behind her.
She had gone in to change her grade and she had gotten more than what she had bargained for!
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Camilla stepped up to Celine ’s house just before eight, standing on the front porch of the little bungalow, lit by the dim orange porch light. She wore the same thing she had earlier, but she did her hair up, giving it a few bouncy curls, and applied more defined makeup. She felt incredibly nervous, yet excited for this affair. It made her feel quite grown up and it made her feel desired.
She rang the doorbell and then she waited.
Soon the door swung open and behind it stood Celine , smiling at Camilla , and motioning for her to come in.
“Step right in, sweetie,” said Celine . Celine wore some shorts and a black tank top, fitting her tightly around the chest and stomach. She had pert breasts hiding underneath her top, and her lack of bra was obvious as her nipples made themselves known by poking at the tensile fabric. Celine ’s hair was wrapped up in a topknot, her entire look indicative of someone winding down after a day at work.
“I’m just having a glass of wine and listening to a record,” said Celine . “Make yourself at home.”
The two walked through Celine ’s entryway and into her living room. The living room was very cozy with a wall of books to one side, a plush couch in the middle, and a stereo and record player the center of attention.
“No television?” asked Camilla , looking around the room.
“Nah,” said Celine . “I like to unwind to music.”
The music playing was smooth and calm, without sounding dated or corny. It was almost jazzy, but with subtle hints of pop. Camilla kicked off her flip-flops and plopped down on the couch, Celine following behind her and sat at the other end.
“Care for a glass of wine?” asked Celine . Camilla smiled and nodded, and Celine then poured from a wine bottle into an empty glass.
“This is a very nice place, Celine ,” said Camilla.
“Thanks,” said Celine..
Camilla couldn’t help but stare at Celine ’s chest, barely hidden behind her tank top. Celine was ridiculously fit for her age, with a flat stomach and defined yet dainty arm muscles.
“You look good, i mean you've always looked good and fit"Camilla admitted still looking at Celine ’s body. “How do you do it?”
“Pilates and yoga” said Celine , laughing.
“It’s one of my hobbies.” Celine looked down at herself and adjusted her tank top slightly, her breasts shuffling a bit as she did this.
Camilla picked up her glass and took a sip, taking in the scenery and assaying the situation. It felt comfortable, relaxing, and although it was all a little bit weird, she didn’t feel like this could be a bad experience. The more she considered it, the more she looked forward to how the evening would unfold.
“Do you want to see my stomach?” said Celine , setting her glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “I don’t like to brag,” she said teasingly. “But I do have a bit of a six-pack.”
“Sure,” said Camilla , setting her own glass down and turning her body toward Celine .
Celine grinned and slid her hands under the bottom of her tank top, easily pulling it up and off over her head. She rested there cross-legged on the couch, topless and sitting up straight. Her breasts perked out, a proportionate medium size compared to her small body, and her smooth stomach was flat but for some visible abdominal muscles peeking out.
Camilla felt her breath quicken just slightly as she looked at Celine ’s bare chest and stomach. She felt something odd inside her, something telling her to reach out and touch Celine , to tangibly feel this sexuality that Celine was so obviously conveying.
“Well?” said Celine , smiling and bouncing her breasts side to side.
“You’re so pretty,” blurted out Camilla , immediately turning bashful at her candid remark. Celine laughed and beamed.
“You’ve probably never seen a 45-year-old look this good, eh?” said Celine . “I know all the students talk about me,” she continued. “I love it,” giving a devilish grin.
“Everybody thinks you’re hot,” admitted Camilla .
“Do you?” said Celine .
Camilla nodded and tried to stifle a nervous smile, looking away toward the record player against the wall.
From her close-legged position, Celine climbed up and walked on her hands and knees across the couch toward Camilla . As Celine approached Camilla now, she stuck her head out and pushed her lips up against Camilla ’s, a kiss that Camilla eagerly returned. The two women remained there kissing for a moment, Celine on her hands and knees, her breasts pointing down and moving just slightly, and Camilla sitting on the couch not knowing what to do with her hands.
Celine pulled back from their kiss and sat back on her knees now, again sitting with the tall straight back of someone who spent time working out.
“Okay Camilla ,” started Celine . “Here’s my proposition,” she smiled warmly and looked into Camilla ’s eyes. “I’ll change your grade to an A and all you have to do is let me have you"Professor Celine says...
“That sounds just fine,” said Camilla , turning her body more and lying back against the arm of the couch.
“You won’t regret it,” said Celine . “I want to teach you how to really have an orgasm.”
Camilla ’s heart was beating fast and she could feel herself getting moist underneath her panties. She squirmed a little to get comfortable and tried to steady her breath.
Celine now took hold of Camilla ’s jersey-knit skirt and shifted it up over her hips, bunching it around Camilla ’s waist. Underneath, Camilla wore light pink silk panties that already had a little dab of moisture soaking through between her pussy lips. Celine ran her hands over Camilla ’s bare thighs and Camilla let her head fall back against the couch arm, closing her eyes, and very much enjoying this forbidden encounter she found herself involved in.
Leaning her face down, Celine kissed the wet spot in Camilla ’s panties and Camilla felt a tingle course up her body, noticeably shivering with the teased sensation.
“You’re already wet,” cooed Celine , kissing Camilla ’s panties again.
Camilla nodded fervently, folding her hands over her stomach and holding herself. She lifted her hips slightly to indicate to Celine that she could remove her panties. Celine took the cue immediately, and slid her fingers down the elastic band of Camilla ’s pink panties. Deftly pulling them over Camilla ’s hips, Celine drew them down over Camilla ’s thighs, over her knees, and then off her feet. She placed the panties on the coffee table and then repositioned herself between Camilla ’s legs. Camilla feeling amped up and eager, pulled her knees up into the air and planted her feet firmly into the couch cushion, opening her legs up to allow Celine to take what she wanted.
Gradually lowering her head back between Camilla ’s thighs, Celine ’s lips approached Camilla's pussy and she could feel Celine's hot breath against her. Then Celine pushed her mouth into Camilla ’s pussy, Camilla ’s lips puffing out as Celine did this. She ran her tongue, long and slow, from the base of Camilla ’s pussy, through her lips, and up to her clit. Camilla ’s body shuddered.
“Do you like that?” whispered Celine .
“Do it again,” said Camilla quietly.
Celine obliged and gave Camilla ’s pussy another slow, steady lick. Camilla could feel herself growing wetter with the attention, and when she looked up and opened her eyes she could see Celine ’s lips and chin glistening with her own juice.
“You have such a perfectly pink little pussy,”Says celine , admiring Camilla . Celine took her forefinger and tenderly prodded between Camilla ’s lips, running her finger up and down between them, collecting that creamy, viscous lubricant that was slowly seeping out of Camilla ’s pussy. She moved a gob of Camilla ’s grool up toward her clit and started to massage her clit in slow, concentric circles.
Camilla quivered and jostled in her lying position, shifting her hips slightly and releasing a low moan. Her chest heaved up and down as her heartbeats increased. She couldn’t believe she was having her first real lesbian experience at college and that it was her professor that she was allowing to pleasure her. It seemed like a campy late-night movie but this was all too real. And it made her feel truly alive.
Celine buried her mouth into Camilla ’s pussy lips and lapped at them, suckling the moisture and munching on her as though she were eating a ripe piece of fruit. Her finger fondled Camilla ’s clit in measured, steady movements, maintaining a medium pace and conducting herself as though she had been in this position a hundred times. Sincerely, Celine knew what she was doing and it was obvious to Camilla by how expertly Celine was able to pleasure her.
“Shit, Fuck"Camilla moaned. She grinded her hips in a slow circle, but was careful not to knock Celine off her amorous advances.
Celine now switched up her motions. She placed her mouth cupped over Camilla ’s clit and sucked and licked and lapped at it, while she put her middle and forefingers together and began to explore Camilla ’s dripping pussy lips. Moving her fingers up and down between Camilla ’s pussy as she fucked her. Celine's fingers soon became drenched in Camilla ’s wetness, and Celine sensing that Camilla was ready slowly eased her fingers into Camilla ’s hole.
“Oh God,” called out Camilla as she felt Celine ’s fingers enter her. It was amazing, it was perfect, and it was the most incredible attention anyone had ever given her sexually.
With her fingers thrusting steadily, Celine slurped at Camilla ’s clit, milky viscid wetness pooling around Camilla ’s pussy and moistening the way for Celine ’s motions. Celine hummed into Camilla ’s clit, the vibrations sending a current gushing through Camilla ’s body, the intense sensations growing steadily more powerful.
Camilla began to pant and sigh with her heavy breathing, Celine still sustaining her licking and fingering. Lifting her hips up off the couch and thrusting them back and forth into the air, Camilla could feel herself reaching the precipice, looking over at the pleasure down below. She moaned and called out, her eyes tightly shut and sweat beads precipitating from her brow.
“Cum for me,”Celine purred into Camilla ’s throbbing pussy, pussy puffy and heated.
Camilla felt that swell engorge her, a powerful stream of tingly energy wending its way through her limbs. Suddenly her gentle air-thrusts ceased and her body went rigid, her mouth agape and emitting moans of extreme gratification. Her thighs rustled and quaked and she could feel herself embedded in the most textbook orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.
Celine held tight, lapping up and manipulating Camilla ’s clit, but then removed her fingers and cupped her mouth over Camilla ’s clit and the top of her pussy, suckling ardently as she ushered Camilla through her orgasm. Camilla cried out, her face covered in sweat and tears, until abruptly she collapsed back into the couch, muttering pleasured expletives under her breath. The muscles in her pussy tightened and loosened, pulsating, as she was overcome with the full completion of lust and desire.
Smiling, Celine pulled back from Camilla and sat up on her haunches. Camilla toppled over and shut her legs, quivering there on the couch. She felt soaked between her legs and could feel a wet spot below her on the couch.
She lay there winded, finished and fulfilled, and she wrapped her arms around herself. Camilla ’s mind was gone, blank, and she simply enjoyed the orgasm aftershocks right there in the moment.
“You obviously enjoyed that,” grinned Celine , sticking the fingers she had used to pleasure Camilla into her mouth and sucking Camilla ’s wetness from them. “Mmm.”
Camilla nodded, eyes still closed.
Reaching out to the coffee table, Celine took her wine glass and sipped from it. She sat there on her legs, gazing lovingly at Camilla , watching her come back down from the clouds.
“I would say you’re the one who gets the A,” said Camilla , and Celine started laughing headily, giving Camilla ’s inner thigh a tender rub.
“Why don’t you lie there and recover,” started Celine . “And in a little while we can go for extra credit,” she said. “How does that sound?”
Camilla nodded quickly, excitedly, both insanely aroused and contented all in the same moment. It was so surprising yet all so natural. Never had she believed that what just transpired could actually happen to her, but here it was. She let herself fall deeply into her own mind, replaying the scene, conjuring up images of her beautiful professor behind her closed eyes.
She sighed serenely. She ached for more.
It was as though an inimitable new door had opened and she gracefully floated through.