My women’s studies professor was a very popular teacher at my university. Emma Morgan was one of the younger professors and connected well with the students. I liked her classes because she was smart and engaged the students with interesting topics. I hated to miss her class, but I did one day when my car wouldn’t start. That brought me to her office for the first time. I went to apologize and see what I had missed. I knocked on her door. “Come in,” she said. I walked in and sat down facing her desk. It was quite unorganized. “Kate, right?” she said. “Kim,” I corrected her. “Sorry, I’m still learning names,” she apologized. “No problem, I just wanted to see what I missed last class. “Yes, I passed out your essay guidelines, oh where are they,” she muttered. She started to search through the piles of papers on her desk. My eyes wandered around her office while she looked for the sheet. She had a lot of books about feminism, she was after all a women’s studies professor. There were quite a few books concerning lesbian issues as well. I always figured she was a lesbian, and her library confirmed this to me. “Maybe it’s in here,” she said, going through yet another stack of papers. I waited patiently, looking at the pictures she had hanging in her office. They were photographs, tastefully nude pictures of women. Her entire office was like a haven for lesbian women. I found this very amusing. Most of the professors at the university were older uptight people, Miss Morgan was very different. “Here we are,” she said as she handed me a sheet of essay topics. I wished she had taken longer to find it because I enjoyed looking at the things in her office, even though I was straight. She smiled at me when she saw me looking at the photograph of a naked woman behind her. I remember being a little embarrassed, wondering if she thought I was a lesbian. “So how do you like the class so far?” She asked. “Oh, it’s great. güvenilir bahis I hate missing a class,” I replied. “No, you don’t want to do that,” she said in a mildly threatening tone. “It’ s just because my car wouldn’t start, sorry,” I defended myself. “Don’t worry, you’re doing okay. I’ve been please with what I’ve seen from you,” she said. I smiled, it was nice hearing compliments from her. It meant a lot to me coming from a good teacher like Miss Morgan. I didn’t want to waste any more of her time so I got up to leave. “Will I see you tomorrow Kim?” She asked. “Yes, I’ll be there,” I answered. I left her office with a weird vibe. Something about her body language and the way she spoke to me made me feel like she was coming onto me. I was in my experimental years you could say, but I always considered myself straight. I certainly never slept with any of my professors either, although I had been tempted at times. I had a crush on Emma Morgan. She was a sharp dresser. Her style would change with every class. One class she would wear a pantsuit, and the next she would wear a low cut dress. Sometimes she would dress punky in a skirt and fishnet stockings. She always looked good no matter what she wore. Miss Morgan was fairly tall and slender. She had cute short jet black hair. It was pretty obvious that Emma liked women, and I had a crush on her. I started to daydream about her in her classes. I wondered about her lovers, if she had a girlfriend. I wondered what her sex life was like. She seemed to be into kinky stuff, I think it was because she wore black a lot and had fishnets. She had no idea I would sit in her class and fantasize about making love to her. She was the first women I ever had strong sexual feelings for, but I was never going to pursue a relationship with her. Toward the end of that semester I went to meet a girlfriend for sushi. When I walked in I noticed Miss Morgan sitting alone güvenilir bahis siteleri at the bar. My heart rate jumped up, I was so in love with her it made me nervous. I walked to the bar and sat near her. She looked at me and smiled brightly. “Kim, do you like sushi?” She asked. “Yes, I love it,” I answered. She was wearing a black skirt, she looked so beautiful. I didn’t know what to say to her though. All I could think about was her sexuality. “I liked your essay Kim, you’re a smart cookie,” she said. I was flattered, especially because she remembered my name. “Oh, thank you,” I said, gushing a little from her praise. My friend Michelle showed up, and I calmed down tremendously. I couldn’t believe I was too shy to talk to my professor. It was because I was in love with her. The rest of the dinner wasn’t so awkward because Michelle was there. It was actually a lot of fun, we ended up drinking sake with Miss Morgan. After I said goodbye to Michelle I got in my car. It wouldn’t start again. I was so mad at my car, this was the second time in a couple months that it wouldn’t start. I sat there, hoping I could get it to go again. I didn’t want to call Michelle because she was probably already on the highway. I was ready to cry when Emma showed up at my window. “What’s wrong with it?” She asked. “I don’t know, I hate this car,” I answered, fighting back tears. She smiled at me, she was very cool about rescuing me. Actually, I think she was glad. “Do you need a ride home?” She asked. “Yeah, I’ll just have to get a tow I guess,” I sighed. I wasn’t going to refuse a ride home with her. I got my necessary things together and went to her car. Her car was a lot cleaner than her office. It was such a beautiful warm night. We had a nice ride with the windows rolled down to enjoy the cool breeze. Emma parked at this scenic lookout before she was going to take me home. We ended up sitting there for two iddaa siteleri hours just talking. We had a really nice conversation about her class and things. I was much more relaxed with her than I had been at the restaurant. There was a lot of sexual tension between us though. After we had run out of things to say we sat in silence and enjoyed the nice view. My heart started pounding. She finally leaned over to me and kissed me on my forehead. It felt so loving and nice. We held hands for awhile, I felt so much electricity from her. “Is this okay with you Kim?” She asked politely. “Yes,” I replied meekly. “Good, I don’t want to cross any lines with you, I’m your professor. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you,” She said. “No, it’s nothing like that,” I answered. I squeezed her hand, letting her know our feelings were mutual. She touched her fingers to my face and kissed me again. She was a really good kisser. I could tell she was an experienced lover. She darted her tongue quickly in my mouth. She made me shiver. At this point I was very worked up by all the tension between us. She let go of my hand, but I want to kiss her more. “I live around the corner, want to come up and see my apartment?” She asked, grinning. “Yeah, sure,” I said. I was so excited, I was living out my fantasies about her. My hormones were acting up while she drove to her apartment. I was glad to see she lived in a nice building. “You know you’re the first woman I’ve ever kissed,” I told her. “Really?” She said, a little surprised I wasn’t a lesbian. She smiled at me. “Yes, you’re so pretty and I love how you dress,” I said, really kissing her butt. She laughed and took me into her apartment. She lived in a tiny apartment that was well decorated. She had photographs of naked women like the one’s in her office. I admired how open she was about her sexuality. She took my hand and gave me a short tour of her place. It reminded me of the cheesy way an old boyfriend tried to get me in his bed. Miss Morgan was no different, somehow we ended up in her bedroom. She put her arm around my waist and kissed me again. I put my arms around her neck, kissing her sweet lips.