JENSOO SMUTS (GP)

ms.kim

JISOO'S POV

She was always there whenever I felt that rock-hard sensation in my boxers. Jennie Kim.

An expert in English and Drama, and the teacher almost every student dreamed of fucking. Her pale skin was as white as snow and she had long brunette hair to match it. Everyone knew she went to the gym regularly, and she was very curvy yet toned as a result. Once, a guy in our college described her as "The Black She-Hulk" which isn't entirely inaccurate.

Almost every male or even female students in our college wanted to fuck her, myself included. We all fantasised about her, and most of us didn't get much English or Drama work done. I was one of the few who did-despite being a woman, I can easily focus on two things at once-my work and her body. It was that ability that made me lose my virginity, more than anything else.

It was coming up to the summer holidays and Jennie was very impressed with my work. I'd got a Distinction Star in English (the best mark possible) and I'd scraped a Distinction (second best) in Drama. She told me that, if I wanted, she'd come round to my house to give me extra English tutoring on more "adult-themed" books than what we were working on in college. I asked her to give an example (while struggling to restrict my gaze to her face) and her first example was "Delta of Venus"

My heart speed seemed to double-studying an erotica story? With this hot beauty? How could I possibly say no?

We arranged to meet up at my house during weekends once the summer hols started. It started off innocently enough, Jennie wore formal wear to our sessions. We started with "Delta of Venus" (which was okay), moved onto "Lady Chatterley's Lover" (which was pretty good, even if it dragged on a bit) and we were studying the "Fifty Shades" trilogy when it happened.

Over the holidays, the weather got warmer, and Jennie has to wear less and less clothing to stop her getting too hot. One day, she was helping me make notes about EL James's storyline, but she was only wearing a sleeveless vest and a pair of jeans. The look the clothing gave her was striking, it was one of those "sexy badass" looks-and it got me turned on.

My traitorous cock twitched slightly, enough for Jennie to notice. She sneaked a look down, which was enough to tell her that I had a hard-on. I could practically hear the gears turning in her mind. I'd never gotten a hard-on from studying these stories before, and this was the only time she'd worn these specific clothes when visiting me for one of our sessions.

Then, to my astonishment, the tiniest of smiles creased her mouth. It was quickly replaced by her former, neutral expression though. She also ended the session early that day, saying she had an appointment to get to. I could easily see through the lie though-if she had an appointment she would have told me when she walked in. I thought I knew why she wanted to go early-it later turned out I was half-right.

The next day I didn't see Jennie because I was at a car boot sale with my parents but I couldn't shake that look she wore out of my mind-that look that you could interpret as saying "I may be sexy, but don't cross me, or I'll kick your ass" It was a damn good look, and her pale skin made it even more catching. That night I did something that I would normally never do-I prayed. I prayed that she would wear the same clothes tomorrow, and that I would get an opportunity to take things a little further. I didn't expect that my prayer would come true.

But it did. The next day, Jennie wore those same clothes that gave her such a sexy look. I let her continue with our studying of Fifty Shades, and she kept looking down to see if I was hard yet. She then stopped for a break, she claimed it was a break, anyway. During those minutes, she brought up a topic I half-expected her to-her relationships.

"It was 2 years ago, now" she told me, surveying me with rather greater interest than before. "Two years ago that my husband dumped me, saying that I was too cheap and ugly to be his wife. Two years have gone by and I haven't had a single man or woman in that time." she told me.