Love Triangle Teacher And Student

I have been in the Biotechnology program for 2 years so far and it's so sad to admit something as missing my professor. He started as a part time teacher at the University I was attending and became my first chemistry teacher. Now one thing about me you should know is that I hate sciences- with a passion. I know what you're thinking- so why do it right? To be honest I'm just in it for the money, as for chemistry...I just go to that class to see the teacher and drool over him (not literally). You guys probably think I'm gross, drooling over and old guy but he's just 30- don't ask me how I know; and I recently just turned 21 so it's not that big a deal. Especially considering my dad is like 15 years older than my mom and they've been together like forever and I know it's so totally gross, so....

Hi, my name's Jasmine and I'm a 21 year old university student studying Biotechnology at a university I'd rather not name in case you guys want to stalk me- just kidding. I'm not sure as to what I'm majoring in but I'm single. I'm average in body size and height, dark brown eyes, caramel complexion and streaked blue on black hair (no weave or extensions), I have five tattoos- tribal ones on my wrists and ankles and a banner with a cross that says "Only god can judge me" on my back. I can't say they weren't painful but I can't say I'm not a sadist either. I also have stretched ear lobes of ½'' and no other piercings on my body. The teacher I'm crushing on is Filipino and freaking hot. He's like 5ft 9", taller than my 5ft 2" and he wears glasses (I have a glasses fetish). He has his degree in Pathophysiology, French and Critical thinking; I know he's such a nerd it's cute. I just want him to talk me stupid. I obviously adore smart guys. I know what you're thinking- she's probably stupid. Quite the opposite my friends, I'm actually too smart for my own good. I'm currently on the honour roll and I volunteer as a tutor for high school student part time.

"Jasmine," Professor Bernard called me up for my paper, "you did really well again this time Jas," I blushed so hard but it wasn't that visible because I'm dark. As he handed my paper to me he whispered in my ear

"I could probably use some help marking them next time," as if trying to de-fuse a ticking time bomb, I bit down on my tongue so hard I could feel myself practically bleeding. Then his stopwatch went off- which meant class time was five minutes to closing. I know that in itself is kind of nerdy but I think it's cute. He dismissed us and I dragged my feet to the next class of the day- Anatomy.

I know what you're thinking- why am I doing anatomy? I'd like to know the same thing, because I knew I had to do biology but this is just ridiculous. So you're now wondering why I am dragging my feet. Let's just say, I dislike pretty boys which ultimately describes my next teacher. He's the same age as my heartthrob Bernard but really don't ask me how I know and he's still a part time teacher.

"Good Afternoon class," Professor Blair announced as he eyed me down. He had something against my many tats and ear lobes but I couldn't understand because he was Canadian and you're not supposed to discriminate against students or anyone else. I just think he had it out for me

"Jasmine could you come to the front of the class please," he announced as he tapped his ruler against his desk. Just so you know, I do sit in the front of this man's class, so with a smile I said politely,

"But sir, I am at the front of the class," the class scoffed and he turned furiously red at his ears. He tapped his ruler again and I sighed as I got up and went to the front of the class.

"Ok class," he began "Jas is an example of what not to wear in the workplace," he ran his ruler over the front my Linkin park wife beater (I had spray painted "Linkin park" onto the white tee), my pleated plaid skirt, knee high sock and airwalks.

"Biotechnology involves the use of many materials whether corrosive or otherwise," He blabbed "if in this attire," he made me turn around and I heard whistles from the class,

"I think you get the picture," he motioned for me to go my seat, not before he whispered that he needed to see me in his office after class. You can obviously see why I dislike this man's class.

"Don't worry Jas," my friend Anton nudged me "he's just pissed he can't have you." Anton is like me, in the aspect that he's "modified"- though he has way more tattoos and piercings than I do and he's Spanish. We laughed out loud and Blair gave us that "look" before starting class. At the end of class he gave back our papers- which was routine since we had a quiz every week to test how we were progressing.

"Why hasn't he called your name yet?" Anton asked me. The papers were usually given out in either alphabetical order or in ranks of highest to lowest grade wise. My last name is Adams and the first person to get his paper was Pauley, no offense to him but he never passes.

"Ok class, you may go," he ended. 'What the hell,' I screamed internally.

"Why didn't I get my paper back?" I asked him furiously as I marched up to his desk

"That's why I told you to come to my office after class," he didn't look up at me. I stared at him long and hard- his black hair was wet and combed back slick, long eyelashes masked blue eyes, I could see he was well built through his suit. I began to see why he was such a heartthrob in my program but nothing could beat my Bernard, not even Blair. When it comes to hair, mesmerizing eyes, dazzling smile- Bernard had it locked (for me of course) and he jogged in the mornings before class so he was just as well built. Again, don't ask me how I know this.

I had been hovering over him for so long, that I hadn't noticed that not only that the class room was empty but that he was looking back up at me. I stopped day dreaming and when our eyes met he smiled. Still trying to keep eye contact he placed his hand over mine, I didn't have enough time to pull away and he grabbed my hand- interlocking out fingers he kissed my wrist. I shuddered.

"Sir," I said in the weakest and sexiest voice I could muster,

"Yes, Jasmine," he shocked me, he had never called me Jasmine before, trying to not get carried away I snapped back in to reality

"Can I have my paper please," I said in the calmest yet coldest voice I could muster, it even sent chills up my own spine. His smile disappeared and he let go of my hand.

"Meet me in the staff room on 15 minutes," he smiled fakely as he collected his stuff and left me standing there.

As I stood there contemplating if I should go to the staff room after what had just happened, I remembered that Blair shared an office with Bernard. So not only would I get to see Bernard once again out of class but I would be safer than if Blair tried anything.

Thirty minutes later

I knew I was running late but certain things couldn't be helped. I'm a nice person so I can't refuse requests, whether from my fellow classmates or teachers; well I could but that just wouldn't be nice now would it.

"Professor Blair?" I tapped on his door and it creaked open. There was no sign of Blair or Bernard. The room was a big as washroom with four stalls- in which one desk was facing the other. It was cluttered with piles of paper, pictures and post it's on both sides. The blinds were half closed and since it was evening- there was little light coming through. I went over to Bernard's desk almost on impulse. He had a photo of himself along with Blair- they had been shoulder to shoulder on what seemed to be a golf court. So I guess they were best friends- I hope I wasn't intruding. I began to wander around to the coat rack, where I immediately spotted what Bernard had worn to class this morning. Running the sleeves between my thumb and index finger, I inhaled his scent. I know that I have issues.

"What are you doing?" uttered a voice from the door; I was so startled I bumped into the coat rack, knocking over the rack itself and a pile of books in the process.

"Shit," I hissed as I went down on my knees to pick the books up from the floor. "I was waiting for you and you weren't here," I began to grumble

"You came to see me?" I gasped as I realised it wasn't Professor Blair I was talking to but Bernard. My whole attitude suddenly changed. I stumbled back trying to get up and now my back was against the wall, one leg to my knee and the other outstretched.

"I came to get my paper from Professor Blair," I corrected myself as he approached me. He was now on both his knees in front of me piling books in size order on the floor. I exhaled and he looked up at me; I hadn't noticed I'd been holding my breath. Our eyes locked and I began to blush. He reached his right hand out and tucked the hair that was in my face behind my ear.

"Did you know you're very beautiful," he smiled at me. I could smack myself for giggling but I couldn't help it, I was with the man that I was fervently stalking. Trying to look away, he grabbed my cheeks between his thumb and middle finger. The harder he stared at me, the hotter I became and I wasn't wearing that much clothing. Coming closer, he stepped over both my legs, so that his were entrapping mine. I hadn't noticed until his pelvis was right above mine that he was in jogging clothes. The moment I noticed that, I began to smell the fresh sweat on his body- he smelled like a man and I liked it.

"Jasmine," he uttered my voice again so softly I could feel his breath on my lips. I had been looking down at his junk and when I looked up, he smiled. I smiled in return. Then he kissed me. It was hot and wet and as he cradled the back of my head in the palm of his left hand, he stroked my face with the thumb of his right. I couldn't pull away and I didn't want to. He must have noticed my feelings and found he felt the same way. When his tongue entered the picture, I almost gasped. He wasn't toying with me- this was a REAL raw kiss. As our tongues danced, he bit my lip and sucked on it. They turned red and he smiled as he said

"Is it bad that I want my student this bad?" I looked at him and he seemed to be a totally different person. He removed his glasses and I saw the gorgeous son a bitch I fell for.

"Is it bad that I'll let my teacher have me?" I asked him in return as I allowed him the pull the strings of my panties. Yes I wore sexy panties- you never know when your teacher may want to fuck you. I probably was going too fast but when I have a chance I take it. You never know when their conscience may come into play and they realise they could lose their job. With this in mind, I leaned in to kiss him again, biting on his lower lip in the progress. It was then that I heard him let out a sexy growl. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he grabbed hold of my buttocks as he lifted me from the floor. As we moved towards his desk, I then wrapped my legs around his waist as he freed he right arms to demolish everything on the desk-sweeping them to the floor in one swift motion. He was getting impatient and I loved it. Laying me down gently on the table, he mounted me and we entered into another kissing frenzy.

His shoulder length black hair was damp from the jogging and I couldn't resist the urge to twine my fingers in as he delved into my neck. Sucking, biting and nibbling at my flesh so hard, I'm sure I'd see proof of our rampage in the morning. That is what I looked forward to.

I began letting out little gasps as he gave me little bites through my shirt- from my breasts all the way down to my navel. Raising my shirt a little he nibbled at my belly as his right hand caressed my outer left thigh. The sensation sent shivers down my spine and shudders from my lips. I began to get impatient, I had wanted this man.

"Sir, let me taste you," I whispered hoarsely. He stopped what he was doing and he looked at me in shock almost. That's when I smiled- showing pearly white teeth. He probably mistook me for the bogey monster just then as I propped myself up in a better angle. I became rough with my little white chocolate bunny as I tugged at his sweats. It came down as fast as the books did off the table. He was still on his knees on the table and I between his legs. So I just did him and me both a favour as I slid down between his legs, so that my breath was on his manhood.

"Wait Jas..." he started but I didn't let him finish as I took his reaction to me in my mouth. You have no idea what it feels like to have the man you want react to you this way- well you probably do but you get the drift.

As I fondled his balls which were surprisingly waxed clean and hairless, I licked that shaft of his dick from the base all the way to the sweet tip in which he was oozing love juice.

"Mmmmm," I began to moan "you taste so good." As my little licks on the head became sucks. I could feel the drool running down my chin, as I placed my tongue at his urethra and sucked on him as I slobbered.

He stoked my hair at first and then I think he began to lose himself, as he grabbed my hair and started to ram his pulsing cock in my mouth. Placing both my hands on either side of his outer thighs, I followed with his motion- moving my head back and forth as I felt the blood vessels in his cock pulsing against my tongue. I closed my mouth tighter now around him as I used my right hand to massage his balls. Till suddenly I felt something warm in the back of my throat, and that's when he looked down on me, holding my head steady and he filled my mouth with his cum. I looked up at him as I swallowed it all, licking the remains from the tip of his head. He shuddered and I smiled. Then when he bent to kiss me, he licked my lips.

Pushing me back onto the table, he lay on his side beside me- so that my back was facing him. Pushing my hair forward he began to suck and kiss on my neck and he grabbed my breasts with his right hand- squeezing massaging and circling my nipples with his fingers. He teased the little buds till they were erect and then he tugged on them with his index and middle finger. His breathing down my neck sent more shivers down my spine and I gasped when he pulled my right legs back onto his. Totally forgetting that my panties had been the first to go, I felt the rush of air hit my inner thighs, followed by the warmth of his manly hands and he touched my wetness. Gritting my teeth, I looked down to watch his hand at work- as he spread the lips of my pussy and ran his fingers from my entrance up to my clit. Resting on the little bud, he made tiny rapid circles with his index and middle fingers and I started to feel my muscles tense. Then he stopped. Pushing my upper torso a bit forward, he spread my lips once more and guided himself into me.

It has been a while since I last had sex and I'm sure he could feel the tightness of me around him. I heard him moan and I smiled to myself. He held my lower abdomen as he thrust his hips into me; in and out, in and out in that very fluid motion. Using his left hand, he delved three of his fingers down my throat and I willingly sucked on them as the man I fell for fucked me from behind. Since he was in, I closed my legs. I heard it felt better that way and boy did it work. His panting increased as he began ramming his chunk of meat into my pussy. Then when I think he couldn't take the strain anymore, we switched positions. He wanted to see my face. Pushing me over to lie on my back, he pulled my left leg over his right shoulder, and with his palms on either side of my face, he entered me. So deep if I was any lighter, I would have turned blue. I could feel all of him in this position, as he pummelled into me- feeling it in my abdomen and rising. Was he always this big? I began pondering but not for long. As if he had an idea of what I was thinking he kissed me; long and hard till I didn't have time to catch my breath. I grabbed hold of his shirt pulling him closer to me as he fucked the living daylights out of me. When he broke free from the kiss he smiled and for a second, I didn't recognise the man who was fucking me.

"Bravo Bravo," someone clapped from the door. I was so shocked, I was scared shitless. When I looked up I only saw Blair.

"I guess, I owe you $50 brother," he smiled down at me "what a pretty sight you are Miss Jasmine." He said as he stroked my hair. Blair calling me Jasmine made me feel the lunch I had coming back up. I watched as he handed Bernard the fifty bucks. Noticing the puzzled look on my face, Blair explained briefly- that he and Bernard we half brothers and in knowing boys, I should also know they loved to compete. They both made a bet at the beginning of the year as to who could nail me first and by which method; Blair being the bad guy and Bernard being the good guy.

Suddenly Bernard pulled out of me and smiled as he kissed me on the forehead. I was shocked speechless as I saw Bernard hit his brother on the shoulder as he said

"Tag, your turn."

The only thing running through my mind at that point was

"Why tag team when you can have a threesome," I smiled as I pulled them both in for a three way kiss.