The Education I Needed

There are more things at college, than classes.

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Squeezing my husband, Robert’s hand I couldn’t help but look back on the journey we’d taken to reach this point. Even now as the plane climbed higher into blue sky carrying us toward our honeymoon in the Caribbean, it was difficult to believe that I had found a man who truly understood me.

It hadn’t always been smooth sailing but like most things in life you can make it happen if you want it bad enough and are willing to work for it. It doesn’t hurt for you to be sharp as a tack and easy on the eyes, either. What can I say, I never was one for modesty.

I had grown up in a very conservative family and was somewhat sheltered from the world. Or at least I was, until I attended Yale for my education.

Boy was that an awakening. Or should I say boys, they were an awakening. Or at least, that’s when I really started paying attention to them.

I had always garnered plenty of attention from the guys at school, but I’d never really returned the favor. Most of them were a little too immature for me. After all I had ambitions, my dream degree of a chemistry and math double major at the Yale wasn’t going to happen if I let the first guy who liked the curve of my ass put a baby in me.

So, I ignored them and worked my ass off at school to make my dream a reality.

Unfortunately, my tactic of simply avoiding them like I had at school just was never going to work at university. Particularly not one that was jampacked with intelligent, hard-working and determined men with the will and wit to come after me.

No, college boys seemed far more determined to get into my pants. Maybe it was the curly blonde hair and blue eyes that did it for them. Equally as likely it was the long legs and well curved ass from all the running and swimming I did. One thing was for sure, they loved to watch me go and dreamed of making me come.

I tried to stay focused on my studies and campus responsibilities. I became an RA and was an active participant in my sorority, the Kappa Alpha Thetas. To avoid trouble, I lived in a small single dorm off the main quad and used my charm to win a position as a research assistant for one of the legendary tenured math professors at the University.

I was on the fast track to my dreams when on a whim, I took a class on sex and sexuality. It awakened something in me that had been dormant. A hunger and curiosity I couldn’t help but explore. There was one problem, I couldn’t afford to indulge it because of the tendency of young men to celebrate their conquest.

I couldn’t afford to have my reputation tarnished like that.

But I also couldn’t quell the appetites I was feeling growing inside me by the day. So when I couldn’t hold them at bay any longer, I ensured I picked someone whose discretion I could rely upon. After all I couldn’t afford to have my academic image tarnished.

So, I set about my explorations with someone I knew wouldn’t say a word. After all, sleeping with one of his students would get him fired. Losing tenure was something so one in their right mind would risk.

My math professor, Simon Baker was in his late fifties and was handsome like a silver fox. I often worked late into the night with him so my presence in his office after hours wouldn’t arouse any suspicions.

But on that particular night when I slipped into the bathroom, I hiked up my skirt, rolling the top of it over until the hem barely covered my ass. When I bent over, you could see the roundness of my cheek and a cheeky glimpse of the lacy white thong I wore beneath it. It was a view I knew men would savor.

Professor Baker was married, and while I knew I shouldn’t have picked him, it was also another great reason I did. He was handsome, and his wife was what made him the ideal partner, he wasn’t going to say a word about it to anyone.

So, I made my way up beside him, and when I leaned over his desk, I saw his eyes linger down to the upward creeping hem of my skirt. I was as subtle as a cougar on the prowl, but it had the desired effect.

He seemed to know instinctively what I wanted, his hand running up the inside of my thigh. I let out a faint gasp as he grasped my bare ass with one hand before slowly teasing his finger toward my sex. My panties were in the way, but that didn’t bother him. He simply rubbed them against my most sensitive of places until they were soaked, my juices seeping out onto his fingers. The scent of it was intoxicating.

Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back on his expensive mahogany desk, my panties pulled aside as he ate me to my first real orgasm. He seemed to savor the taste of me, and I couldn’t get enough.

It was wonderful. In my ecstasy, my legs parted and fell open for him and the good professor soon introduced me to my first real cock. I still remember the sight of him standing over me at full mast, his eyes devouring me as he stripped me bare.

In the safety of his office, the curtains drawn with a large poster covering the glass pane in the door, we were free to explore our sexuality together. The professor, wanton with lust, took me right there on his desk. I don’t know how long we were at it but I still remember the feeling of my first lover emptying himself inside me. Spraying his thick, warm load like a fire hose inside my soaked sex.

Then gently he withdrew and placed my thong back in place, sealing his seed inside me.

“You’re a naughty girl, Ann,” he grunted. “Tempting me like this. Not like I could say no to that ass of yours.”

I was practically glowing as he spanked me on the ass and sent me back to my room. The whole way I could feel him seeping out of me. I was on the pill so I had nothing to worry about. Instead, I reveled in the knowledge of what I’d done, and the fact that no one around me knew better. The professor’s seed dripping out of me, and everyone still thought I was a prudish virgin. Excellent.

I gripped my husband’s hand tight, even as I smiled at the distant memory.

Robert hadn’t come along until much later that first year. I had taken four other lovers before him. Some were students I was tutoring, one was another member of the faculty, and another was one of the footballers I’d seduced. Each time I was sure to ensure their discretion. I couldn’t have anything ruining my climb.

I’d come to far too far to let my reputation get out. In public I was a prim and proper lady. In private though, I eagerly explored my sexual horizons, furthering them with each encounter.

Truth be told, I wasn’t ready for Robert. He was tall, fit, and handsome. His dark hair set off his eyes and he made my heart flutter. I knew he was trouble, the moment I met him. He lived off campus but I first encountered him at a mixer I organized between his fraternity and my sorority.

He was the sort of man that made conquests, or so I thought. He spotted me and made a beeline right for me and while I tried to discourage him, I realized he was as clever as he was determined and soon he had me caught in a web of conversation, I couldn’t and frankly didn’t want to escape.

We talked and laughed the night away; he walked me home and when I kissed him goodnight he used his tongue in ways that promised so much more.

It was late, and no one was watching, so against my better judgement, I dragged him inside for a fierce night of passion. I soon discovered just how good he was with that tongue as I rode his face, my taut thighs squeezed his head ensuring he continued his tongue’s devilish assault on my eager sex.

No sooner had he made me come, then he flipped me onto my back and took me on my bed.

We had sex three glorious times that night. Robert seemed to not be able to get enough of me, and I was delighted that I’d found yet another competent lover to add to my coterie.

My sexual awakening continued to blossom as I snuck in as many discreet encounters with Robert and my other lovers as I could manage. In hindsight I probably should have said something, but Robert never asked and I never felt the need to be exclusive. After all, they were all getting what they wanted from me, and their eagerness was helping satisfy my ever-growing need.

That all ended the day he dropped to one knee and proposed.

My heart skipped a beat, I was both happy and terrified all at once. We had such a good thing going, why did he have to ruin things by proposing? I stormed crying from the cafe.

Not the reaction he was expecting.

Robert caught me by the time I got to my dorm. He was clearly embarrassed, confused and expecting an explanation. I figured he deserved that much, and so I told him the truth.

As we sat on my bed, I took his hand in mine and explained that I loved him dearly and that I couldn’t see myself marrying anyone but him.

“So what’s the problem?” Robert asked, those big eyes staring into mine.

I bit my lip. “I‘m just not ready to make that step, Robert’.”

“What do you mean?” Robert’s confusion was evident. Clearly he didn’t have the first clue what I’d been up to.

“Well,” I paused. “I enjoy sex, a lot actually, as you can probably tell. I also enjoy variety, I don’t think I could ever be content with one man.”

“But we’ve been dating for six months,” Robert protested. “and what do you mean, one man?”

“You’ve been wonderful, dear,” I answered. “But with how we got together I figured you knew.”

“Knew what?” Robert asked.

“I do this a lot, baby.”

“What do you mean?” He gripped my hand.

“I have lovers, Robert. A number of them. I love you, but I do enjoy my time with them as well.”

“B-but,” Robert stammered, unable to find the words.

I placed my hand on his. “It doesn’t take anything from what we have, but they each give me something different. I could never give that up, and so I can’t accept your proposal, I’m sorry.”

The tears threatened to start up all over again.

Robert’s face was torn, I could see the conflicting emotions playing across it. He’d just learned that he wasn’t the only one bending me over this very bed. I saw the full spectrum of emotions in that moment. Pain, anger, betrayal, jealousy, lust.

The last one surprised me.

“You mean to tell me, you won’t marry me, because you don’t want to give up these other lovers?”

“That’s right,” I replied. “I love you, baby. But I can’t deny what they do for me. I couldn’t give that up, and I don’t expect you to endure it.”

Robert was silent for a few moments. “But what if I was willing to?”

“Willing to what dear?” I asked a little perplexed.

Robert undid his fly, releasing his extremely hard cock.

“What if I was willing to marry you anyway, lovers and all?”

“You’d be willing to share me with them?” I asked, stunned both at the offer, and the sight of just how hard he was.

Robert scooped me up, guided me onto his lap and hiked up my skirt.

“Share you, watch you. Anything Ann, as long as you are mine.”

With that he guided his hard cock into me, gripping my ass as I settled into a steady rhythm atop him.

“Then yes, baby,” I panted as he drove deep inside me.

“Yes, what?” Robert asked, a little distracted.

“Of course, I’ll marry you,” I groaned into his shoulder as we made sweet love right there on my bed. How could I say no. If Robert was willing to share me, I couldn’t ask for any more than that.

We did it all night long. It was almost as if Robert was trying to reclaim me from the lovers he hadn’t known were enjoying my body. I let him. He needed this, we both did.

Neither of us knew what lay in store, but in that moment, a number of ideas were starting to form. I just couldn’t wait to explore them together.

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