STORY REPOST FROM FIRMLY JENIFER 1

[Firmly2]

Jenifer and Her Professor

After divorcing her husband at the age of thirty two, Jenifer decided to
get a Masters degree
in Education so she could earn her own living. At the same time, she couldn't
help exploring a
new sexual freedom she had never experienced. She had married her high school
sweetheart
soon after college without ever sowing any wild oats. Now was the chance to
make up for lost
time and try out new experiences. And the man she targeted was her professor in
Early
Childhood Education, Richard Bradford.
Though Professor Bradford was recently divorced himself, he did not turn
out to be an easy
mark. Not that he didn't notice her attempts to attract his attention. How
could he when she
wore short skirts to class and sat in the front row where she kept crossing and
uncrossing her
pretty legs. Nor was he blind when she came his office to discuss research
projects while
wearing peasant blouses without a brassiere. It was all he could do to keep his
eyes off her
nipples as they danced freely under the thin linen blouse. And when she focused
her gaze on the
papers they were discussing on the desk between them, she sensed his eyes
moving repeatedly
to her swaying breasts, stealing little glances when he thought she wasn't
looking. Twice she
glanced at his face for an instant and saw the enchantment in his eyes. Sensing
her momentary
gaze, his face reddened as his eyes returned to their paperwork. Yet when she
checked again,
minutes later, his eyes were back where she wanted them. During those office
visits, a heavy
atmosphere hung in the air which both could feel without a word being spoken.
To make matters worse, she usually showed up at his office wearing one of
her short skirts
which always managed to ride further up her thighs during the course of their
discussions. Yet
except for the generous and flattering attention of his eyes, nothing more ever
came of her
efforts. It was clear he was intrigued yet he refrained from making the
slightest overture, much
less asking her out. The more he resisted her attempts to seduce him, the more
interested and
determined Jenifer became.
What she didn't know was that Richard Bradford was above engaging in any
improper
behavior with student no matter how attracted he was. Though painfully aware of
Jenifer's
charms, he adhered to his own code of behavior and allowed nothing more than
his eyes to
wander. Had she not been enrolled in someone else's class, he would have asked
her out. But
she was under his academic supervision and remained strictly off limits. That
didn't prevent
Richard Bradford from becoming increasingly annoyed at Jenifer's vixen-like
behavior and the
way she enjoyed twisting him around her thumb. The worst part was the way his
self-control
seemed to spur on her flirtatious demeanor as if she were eager to test his
limits.
Throughout all of this, Richard Bradford said and did nothing improper
except feast his eyes
as discreetly as he could. Yet he was increasingly absorbed by a strong desire
to teach this little
vixen an old fashioned lesson. And he was especially angry when she glanced up
and caught him
staring at her bare thighs or unconfined breasts swaying beneath her thin
blouses. The fact that
she had succeeded in attracting his interest made him more determined than ever
to avoid acting
on his impulses. Had she not been one of his students, he might well have
invited her over to his
house and taught her to behave like a lady.
Things changed unexpectedly when the semester came to an end. On the last
day of class in
May, Jenifer dropped by to discuss her final paper. And somehow, she managed to
steer the
conversation towards her summer plans. She would be working as a waitress at a
local
nightclub, Mondays through Fridays.
"Have you ever eaten there, Professor Bradford?"
"Why no, Jenifer, I don't believe I have. Is the food any good?"
"Actually it is. And they also have a good jazz pianist on Fridays. You
should try it sometime."
"Perhaps I will, Jenifer ... perhaps I will."
Suddenly he remembered how the waitresses dressed and realized he finally
had a chance to
make her squirm for once. He waited until she was half out the door before
speaking.
"Jenifer, do the waitresses still wear the same uniforms down there?"
Jenifer blushed noticeably but managed to meet his eye.
"Why .. yes, Professor Bradford, they do. Have you been there before?"
"Just once for a drink, Jenifer. Perhaps I will tru their dinner menu
sometime as you suggest."
After she left, he pondered this new development. Jenifer had finally
given him the opening he
had long desired, a chance to see her outside of any professional relationship.
She had finished
the only class she would ever need from him in the masters program. And her
main advisor was
another professor. After contemplating his options, Richard Bradford decided to
act.
The very next Friday night, he stopped off at the nightclub for dinner. As
he entered the dark,
candlelit dining room, he could see that the waitresses still wore the same
skimpy black, flaring
cocktail skirts with matching black panties. Though the skirts came to
mid-thigh, they were made
of some starchy, taffeta-like material which puffed outward and rose whenever
they leaned
forward to serve a drink or clear a plate. Most of the time this was done
decorously but the
skirts were just too short not to show glimpses of bared thighs and sometimes
panties.
From her vantage point at the back of the large room, Jenifer saw Richard
Bradford as soon
as he entered. She waited until the hostess sat him before bustling over and
greeted him warmly.
He was delighted to learn she would be his waitress. And he was even more
pleased at the
flirtatious looks she began throwing him from the start. It was a nice, slow
dinner beginning with
two cocktails and hors d'oeuvres.
By the time his main course arrived, Richard Bradford was lost in thoughts
about how to
proceed with Jenifer. When she served and cleared at nearby tables, she seemed
to bend over
more than necessary, giving him repeated glimpses of her thighs and panties.
While the short,
flaring skirts worn by the other waitresses made this inevitable to some
degree, Jenifer seemed
to take things further while maintaining a certain discretion at the same
time. Thus she bent over
further only when her back was toward him and from angles which made her
displays invisible to
anyone else. She also made a good show of being completely absorbed in her
waitressing as if
unconconscious of these "accidental" displays.
It was obvious from the way she was quietly flaunting herself that she
thought she had him
hooked. Unfortunately, this was true to a large extent and both of them knew
it. Something had
to be done to redress the balance. By the time Richard Bradford asked for the
check, the
combination of three drinks and Jenifer's behavior gave him the boldness he had
long desired.
"Jenifer, what are you doing tomorrow night? Are you free by any chance for
dinner and a
movie?"
"Why yes, Professor Bradford, that would be lovely. I don't work on
Saturdays or Sundays.
work What do you have in mind?"
"Well, the York is doing a week revival of 'When a Man Loves a Woman'. I
thought I'd take
you to Scoozi. It's on Chapel St. Do you like Italian food?"
"I love it it. Yes. What a nice idea. Could you swing by and pick me up at
my place, Professor
Bradford?"
"Call me Richard, Jenifer. I'm not your professor anymore. Yes of course.
How about 6:30?"
"6:30 is fine, Richard."
"Where do you live?"
"At 86 Whitney, apt. 2-C."
"Good, then I'll see you at 6:30 tomorrow then Jenifer."
"OK, Richard, 6:30."
The next night, Jenifer put on a thin black sweater and short black skirt
with matching black
stockings, garters, and black bikini panties. As usual she wore no bra so that
the sweater
outlined every curve of her free breasts down to her hardened nipples. When
Richard Bradford
rang her bell, she asked him to come up for a minute and buzzed him in. And he
surprised her by
kissing her hello on the cheek. Delighted by his new interest, she kissed him
back and asked
him.
"I'll just be a minute. I have to feed the cat. Why don't you have a seat
here?"
As Richard settled himself on the couch, Jenifer walked into the kitchen
and bent down to
pick up the bag of dry cat food which she had placed on the floor. In doing so,
she showed all
of her stocking tops, garters, and bikini panties to her astonished professor.
Opening the bag,
she bent down once again and began carefully pouring some cat food into the
small bowl on the
floor. Once again, she showed Richard Bradford everything under her short
skirt. He noticed
her bikini panties did not fully cover the lower half of her cheeks. Suddenly
he realized why she
has gestured toward the couch. It was the only place to sit in the living room
which had a direct
line of sight into the kitchen. Once again he felt caught in one of her cat and
mouse games. His
first impulse at that moment was to march her back to the sofa and put her over
his knee.
Instead, Richard Bradford made another successful effort to restrain himself
and rose with an
impassive face as if nothing had happened.
Off the went to the restaurant which was both delicious and a wonderful
ice-breaker. They
finished off a bottle of delicious cabernet sauvignon and shared a tiramisu
before heading off to
the movie. By then, Richard had finally allowed himself to begin flirting back,
thereby surprising
both of them. As they handed their tickets to the collector at the cinema,
Jenifer excused herself
to use the ladies room. While Richard waited, he chatted with the proprietor of
the theater who
often hung out in the lobby speaking with his customers. A few minutates later,
Jenifer returned
and they entered the theater to take their seats. She was surprised to see how
empty the theater
was. Apparently the revival was not going all well. At the same time, she
shivered at the
prospect of sharing a romantic film with the object of her affections in a
theater which was
mostly deserted.
""Do you mind if we sit in the back?" he asked.
"Not at all, Richard. Wheverer you prefer is fine." Taking the lead,
he escorted her all the
way over to one side of the theater a few rows from the back where it was
completely empty.
Jenifer began getting goose bumps when she realized how invisible they were
back there.
Even before the lights went down, Jenifer started teasing him. Crossing
and uncrossing her
legs, she allowed her skirt to rise up on her thighs until the tops of her
stockings appeared. Yet
she chatted on innocently all the while as if nothing had happened.
Once the light went down, she shifted slightly in her seat once again so
her skirt rode up even
more. And this time she left her legs uncrossed and slightly parted, the
garters showing distinctly
against the softly gleaming whiteness of her thighs. And before she could knew
it, Richard
Bradford had tipped her chin toward him and kissed her full on the lips with a
long, open-mouth
kiss. It all happened so fast that Jenifer herself was momentarily startled.
Yet she was also
thrilled and gave herself up to that kiss more completely than to any kiss she
had ever received.
By opening her mouth and meeting his tongue repeatedly with hers, she made it
clear in the
secret language of the mouth that she was all his for the taking.
As if testing the waters, Richard continued to kiss her through the
credits of the film, stroking
her face the whole time with his right hand. Gradually, his hand caressed her
in slowly expanding
circles, radiating outward to encompass her ear and the whole side of her head,
then brushing
down along her neck, making her mouth open even further and generating a slow,
deep sigh
inaudible to anyone but him. When she turned slightly toward him and reached up
to stroke his
face, she felt his right hand continue its outward circling caresses, touching
her with a feathery
lightness which made her whole face and neck tingle. Gradually, she moved her
right hand up
around behind his neck so that she was turned completely toward him. He
responded by
slipping his left arm behind her and took her on a full embrace. Seconds later,
his right hand
swept gently down her face along her neck, down along the swell of her right
breast to cup it
firmly through the thin sweater, gently squeezing the hard nipple and bringing
an even deeper sigh
from her the passionately kissing Jenifer.
For the next fifteen minutes, they kissed that way, their tongues locked in
place, his hand
glued softly to her right breast, squeezing, cupping, rolling, delighted that
she was so sensitive
there, so responsive to his loving hand. Eventually he threw caution to the
wind and slipped his
hand under her sweater and back up again, taking her soft breast directly in
his warm hand.
Once again she sighed audibly and opened her mouth further like a flower opens
to rain, sucked
his tongue gently and rhythmically into her mouth as if taking all of the rest
of him into her, began
giving off quiet little whimpers of pleasure as he worked both of her breasts
beneath her dark
sweater and slowly slid his tongue in and out of her sucking mouth. By then her
skirt had ridden
up even more to the very tops of her thighs. With her legs turned toward him
more and well
parted, he feasted his eyes on the spectacle of black garters against milky,
lush thighs. It was just
a matter of time before his arousal overcame his inhibitions. He could feel it
coming. Sometime
about thirty minutes into the film. he slipped his hand out from her sweater
and deep between her
upper thighs along the bare flesh where the garters lay. And for the next five
minutes, he petted
the velvet interior of her thigh flesh as if it were the softest, most previous
thing in the world.
Slowly, gradually, his hand inched upward as it slid deeper into that velvet
prison, encouraged
by little squeezes of her legs.
And then Richard Bradford got the shock of his life. As his hand crept
lovingly upward, his
fingers encountered Jenifer's bare pussy completely unencumbered by panties.
"You little minx ... you took your panties off in the ladies room, didn't
you," he whispered
fiercely, before tonguing her ear for good measure. Instead of replying, she
just kissed him back
more passionately and squeezed her thighs shut, trapping his fingers against
her sopping wet
femininity. Not that he had any intention of moving it. His thumb slowly
searched out her clitoris
as his index finger slid up and down the extent of her labia, teasing the outer
lips. He was
amazed at how wet she was already, how she seemed to throb and gush in with the
gentle touch
of his fingers. It was all too easy to slide his index finger into her spongy
wetness, his thumb still
lightly rolling her clitoris as he began slowly finger fucking her right in the
movie. Without fully
realizing what she was doing, Jenifer began quietly whimpering through their
kisses and rocking
her pelvis ever so slowly against his insistent fingers. Suddenly, he surprised
her by sliding his
long middle finger around underneath, working slowly to her rectum and gently
teasing the bud
before gently edging the tip of his finger into her. At that, Jenifer lost all
control as her thighs went
into a momentary spasm and her pelvis began rocking more urgently, sliding down
on his fingers
as if impaling herself on them instinctively.
Richard continued like that for another fifteen minutes until he was sure
she was past the point
of no return. He then broke off his kiss and whispered into her ear while
continuing to finger her
in three places,
"Jenifer. You have been teasing me now for an entire semester. And how I
think it's time I
took you back to my place and showed you how I take care of little teases."
Instead of drawing back or protesting, Jenifer moaned quietly and sucked
his tongue even
deeper inside her mouth while reaching discreetly into his lap and finding his
hardness with her
hand beneath his pants. Reluctant to leave the theater with its exciting
combination of privacy
and semi-public danger, Richard continued fingering her for another five
minutes until it was too
excruciating for either of them. Finally he rose and pulled her to her feet
before whispering,
"Jenifer, it's time you came back to my house. When we get there, I promise
you are really
going to get it. You know that, don't you?"
Jenifer wasn't sure exactly what "it" meant but she had a pretty good
general idea and she
knew it was something both of them needed badly.