This series covers the very wild stories that led to my path crossing my wife’s. The series takes place in the early 90s. Our college was a small, suburban, private college, in the Midwest. The first story is from Allison’s point of view.

I was walking from practice. It was about 11:30 in the morning. I was both exhausted and sweating. We did a shakeout run, then core immediately afterwards. As the only freshman female on the cross country team, I didn’t know what to expect. I knew it would be tough, but I was not expecting a workout that intense. I was beat.

I was walking with my teammate, Jackie. She was a sophomore. It was our first day of preseason. We were talking about the upcoming year. We were taking a shortcut through a parking lot when a car came careening around a corner, nearly hitting us. Thankfully, Jackie grabbed me and kept me from getting killed. The car screeched to a stop. A super handsome man stepped out. He called out to us with a British accent, “Are you girls okay? I’m terribly sorry. I am not accustomed to the bloody steering wheel being on the wrong side.”

He walked up to us. He was probably in his early forties. He was about 5’8”. He was thin. He had on Dockers, a button down shirt, and a sport jacket. His hair was brown and wavy. His confidence and charisma were intoxicating. He was so hot! Jackie immediately knew who he was…”Oh!! We are totally fine!” Her face was blushing. “Professor…we are sorry. We weren’t watching where we were going.”

“As long as you ladies are well…” He walked back to his car and sped off, just as fast.

I asked, “Who was he?”

Jackie responded, “That’s Professor Simms. He teaches English Lit. He is so fucking hot! Every girl has a crush on him.”

“I can tell why! Wow! I have to check to see if I have him…if not, I need to speak to my advisor.”

We laughed as we moved on.

My cross season kicked off with a bang. We had several meets. I was sitting on the bubble to be in the top 7. Our head coach was almost tyrannical in his coaching style. He had coached several All Americans over the years, and expected the same results from each of us. Our practices left us exhausted. Making it difficult to focus on studying.

Our assistant coach was kind of his opposite. She had high expectations, but was approachable. She was only a few years out of college. I guessed her to be in her mid- to late 20s. She looked like your typical runner. She was not very tall, only about 5’2”. She was thin, but had strong, lean muscles. She had sandy blonde hair that was always pulled back in a ponytail. She had very tan skin. She was very pretty.

She would invite the girls over to her house after Saturday workouts for brunch. It was mostly cinnamon rolls and hot cocoa. Regardless, it was a much needed reprieve from the college food. We would often watch soap operas that she had on tape. It was fun. She was more like a big sister or a teammate than a coach.

Jackie said that she had been engaged to a super hot baseball coach. She said it broke apart when he cheated on her late last year. Jackie said that Coach was devastated. She still had a couple of pictures of him in her house. A blind man could see that she was lonely.

After our third meet, I got invited to a party. It was your typical college party…tons of beer, music, and guys hitting on you. I was feeling pretty buzzed when I realized that my ride hooked up with a dude and left me stranded. I wasn’t completely sure where this party was. I knew we were approximately a half hour from my campus, at another small private college campus. I spent the next 15 minutes looking for another friend to give me a ride. However, the only friends I found were drunk.

That is when I recalled our coaches stating that if we ever needed anything, we were to call them. I dug through my purse, and found my assistant coach’s phone number. I knew she would not be happy to be receiving a phone call from me, a freshman, at a party, after midnight. But I was left with no other choice, so I found a phone and called.

It was obvious that I woke her up. I explained my situation to her. I apologized profusely, and after a brief conversation, she agreed to come pick me up.

After about 40 minutes, she arrived. She pulled in front of the apartment house. I was waiting at the curb. She got out of her car and walked up to me asking if I was OK. She was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and her hair was in her typical ponytail.

At first, I could tell she was annoyed. She asked, “Have you’ve been drinking? Are you drunk? You know that’s against team rules.”

I told her, “I don’t think I am drunk. I had two beers and two shots. I know it was stupid. Everyone else was doing it. I just wanted to fit in…I’m really sorry.”

Her tenseness relaxed. She walked over, put her hand on my shoulder and walked me to her car. Once I sat in her car, I began to sob. I realized I had made a huge mistake and could easily be kicked off the team.

She climbed behind the driver seat as I was sobbing. She put her hand on my shoulder and reassured me that it was going to be OK. She revealed that she had been in the same circumstances that I was presently. She stated that as a junior in college, she was suspended from the team for drinking at a party and getting caught. She stated that it was extremely humiliating and that she nearly quit running because of it.

She drove me back to my dorm building.

In the parking lot, I again apologized. I crawled out of her car. She followed me to the door of my dorm. At the door, I turned to thank her and to apologize again. Without thinking about it, I leaned in and hugged her. I again began to sob; I guess I was nervous about getting kicked off the team.

She whispered, “It will be okay… Look, I can let this go…this one time. Just…keep this to yourself. I don’t want anyone else to know that I did this for you.”

She held me tightly. And, I don’t know what came over me. As she pulled away, I kissed her cheek. She looked at me, inquisitively. Realizing what I did, I started to apologize when she kissed me on the lips. It was soft…warm…marvelous.

I felt myself pull into her. I had only been kissed by a handful of boys…never a girl…much less a woman. Without thinking, I parted her lips with my tongue. My tongue found hers. Our kiss was deepening. I felt myself getting warm and wet.

Our kiss only broke when we heard a noise inside the building. She backed away. We both stood there looking at each other. Her eyes were locked into mine. She said, “I certainly shouldn’t have done that…I think I better go.”

Not wanting to this to end, I quickly responded, “Wait…I don’t know what just happened…I have never done anything like that before. Can…can I just…”

She interrupted, “Look. I can’t be seen making out with one of my runners…I’ll lose my job. I’ve got to go. Please don’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

With that, she left. I returned into my dorm room. I was confused. I’d never even liked a girl before. What was going on with me? But now I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I made my way into my bedroom. My roommate was fast asleep, and only stirred as I came into the room. I quickly grabbed my pajamas and bath basket and went to the shower.

I found myself standing in the warm shower, just letting the water cascade down me. I kept replaying the kiss over and over in my mind. As I washed, I felt myself, for the first time. I explored my rock-hard nipples on my small firm breasts. As I rolled them around my fingers, I could feel my pussy getting warmer. I played with my nipples until I felt a rush of pins and needles…all over. I found myself cumming for the first time ever! I felt so alive!

I quickly reached down to my wetness. The touch of my finger nearly made me fall…I was so sensitive! I heard myself cry out, “Ohhh!” I slowly began to explore my pussy, slowly pushing a finger inside, feeling for the right spot. I was so wet and pulsing. I began to work my pussy and found my clitoris with my thumb. It too tingled at my touch. My knees nearly buckled as I brought on a second orgasm.

I held my fingers in place until the pulsing subsided. I never felt that! That was so fantastic! I made myself cum twice! I finished my shower. I swear I had the most vivid sexual dreams that night.

I made my way early to practice on Monday. When I arrived, only the head coach was there. He was older in his fifties. He made some comment about our upcoming race on Friday. I asked if the assistant coach was here. He said that she would not be here, as she was under the weather. I was disappointed. I wanted to see her. I was hoping that she would come.

The next day, the same thing. I was sad, thinking that I was the reason she wasn’t at practice.

The next day, she was at practice. But she was avoiding all eye contact completely. I was deeply saddened by this.

After practice, I waited at her car. When she got there, she looked frustrated. She quickly stated, “Look…this can’t happen. I am not a lesbian. I am your coach. I can’t do anything like this.”

I found myself welling up with tears. I walked away quickly. She got in her car and drove away.

The next few days were the same. I found myself coming to the realization that this was just an isolated incident. I found myself trying to move on.

The season ended with me just missing the top seven by only a few seconds. I accepted the two-week break. I resorted to studying, as my focus had solely been on running.

As fate would have it, Mr. Simms was my Comp 1 professor. His class was hard! He had very demanding assignments. I found myself fantasizing about him after class. I think every girl felt that way. He was so dreamy…and that accent!!

He became the focus of my now nightly shower time masturbation routine.

I went to his office for a conference about a paper that I struggled with. Comp has never been my strong suit. I’m more of a math and numbers girl. Anyhow, I was waiting outside his office. The door was closed. I knocked, but there was no answer. After what felt like an eternity, he opened the door. He was ushering a young guy out of the door. I could tell the guy was frustrated. He was sweating, red in the face, and obviously almost on the verge of crying. I kind of felt bad for him. He was really cute!

Anyway, Professor Simms greeted me with that dashing smile of his. He just exuded confidence. He was so hot! He welcomed me to have a seat. He spent the next few minutes going over my paper. He was explaining things fairly clearly, but I kept noticing how sexy he was. His button-down shirt had the top two buttons opened, showing his chest hair. He smelled subtly of aftershave and sweat. I kept thinking that he was looking at my chest…or maybe I was just imagining it. Finally at the end of our session, he ushered me towards the door. As he held the office door open for me, he seemed to lean forward. This caused my left hand to brush his crotch. It was completely unintentional, on my part.

I quietly said, “I’m sorry.”

He smiled deviously. “I’ll bet you are.” He winked as he closed the door behind me.

I wasn’t sure what just happened. Did he intentionally do that? Or was I imagining something? I tried to put it out of my mind, but he was so sexy. I struggled to focus on much else.

As Thanksgiving break approached, so did the assignments. My professors were seeming to try to fit everything into the days before the holiday. I was struggling with the workload…especially Comp. I just couldn’t get those grammatical rules right in my brain.

I went to see Professor Simms. I arrived at his office towards the end of his office hours. His door was wide open and I could see him at his desk. I knocked on the open door. He smiled his sexy smile. He then stood and approached to allow me in. What a gentleman…what class! He closed the door behind me and ushered me to a seat.

His office was small. It had his desk, an old wooden bookcase, and an old loveseat. It was cozy. Exactly what you think of when you think about British culture.

He asked, “And what may I assist you with today? I imagine my notes on your last draft left you confused. Don’t worry, love, you are certainly not the only student who has darkened my door.”

I smiled. His voice…so sexy. I pulled the rough draft from my bag. As I did, he moved to the loveseat and flicked on a lamp. “Maybe let’s take a look over here. The fluorescents in this blasted office are horrible on me old eyes.” He laughed.

I sat next to him on the loveseat. He had the unmistakable scent of aftershave and faint smell of tobacco. He was obviously a cigarette smoker. He was wearing tan slacks with a navy button-down shirt, and a black tie that was loosened. The top button on his shirt was open. He was going over his notes on my draft.

I expressed that I was struggling with his explanation on part of my paragraph structure. He put the paper down. He placed his hand on my thigh. “Look, I understand that grammar is not your forte. I can make an arrangement for you to get an A, regardless of how well you write.” He looked directly into my eyes. I could feel his hand sliding up my thigh. “If you do something for me, I’ll do something for you…a quid pro quo, as they say in Latin.”

Without a thought, I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were strong. He grabbed the back of my head, as I pulled into him. I kissed him with a fury I’d never felt. His tongue eagerly sought mine. His hands were pulling my sweatshirt off. He unhooked my bra with one quick swipe. My small but firm breasts were being groped by his hands. I felt my nipples getting rock hard at his touch, all the while we passionately batted each other’s tongue.

He moved from my face to my breasts. He was sucking and licking my erect nipples. I could feel the heat of my pussy rise. With every touch of his tongue, fire flew through my body. I pulled his tie over his head. He tugged at the button of my jeans. I was trying to unbutton his shirt, as he pulled my jeans off of me. My cotton panties were soaked. He pulled his shirt off. His chest and stomach were very hairy. I felt through the thick mat of hair, feeling for his nipples on his flat, hairy chest.

He flung me onto my back on the loveseat. I hadn’t even realized that his pants were off now! His very erect, uncut penis was staring directly at me. I leaned forward and grabbed his throbbing member with my hands. His penis was not huge. It was maybe five inches long. It was very veiny. I pulled it into my mouth. I sucked on his member, as he stood over me. Admittedly, I was not sure how to handle the foreskin. I just kind of batted at it with my tongue. His hands were on his hips. He began to thrust his hips. I almost gagged, as he shoved his penis deep into my throat.

After just a couple of minutes he moved from my head to my hips. He got on his knees at the end of the loveseat. He grabbed my thighs. He parted them and deftly pushed his penis into my hot, wet pussy. He was very forceful. He immediately started pumping into me very vigorously.

I wasn't the most experienced, sexually. I’d only had sex with two different boys…and maybe only ten times. Of course, he was in total control. I was getting drilled very hard, very aggressively. He was pumping my pussy with full depth and full recoil.

I panicked, as he wasn’t wearing a condom. “I’m not on the pill. I don’t want to get pregnant!”

“Please don’t you worry. I’ve had the snip…anyhow…I want to cum on those beautiful tits!” he said as he plowed his member into me with great thrusts.

I went from worry to lust. It was feeling so good. I felt as if I could have an orgasm at any moment. He was fondling my nipples, as he began to pump my pussy harder and faster. I was starting to feel an orgasm build. With every thrust, I could feel his balls slap. I was right on the edge as he pulled his hard wet member out of my dripping pussy.

He held his penis just above my stomach as stream after stream of his cum sprayed onto my stomach and chest.

He stood himself up and walked to his desk. He grabbed some tissues from a drawer. He tossed the box to me.

My head was still reeling. I couldn’t make sense of what all happened. I’d never been fucked like that. It was almost aggressive.

He was putting on his clothes. I took the tissues and wiped his cum off of me. He looked at me and said, “A few more tutorials and that A will be a sure thing. Now, please be discreet about this. This must be kept silent. Only you and I are to know of this…Besides, I don’t want your grade to be tarnished.”

I was in shock. Was I being blackmailed? I suddenly felt cheap and slutty. “I…uh..okay..umm…how many times will it take?”

“You let me be the judge of that. Now, get dressed and run along. I am certain more students need my assistance.” He smiled as he finished retying his tie.

I quickly got dressed. I walked to the door. I held the doorknob in my hand. I was trying to find the right words. He whispered, “Love, you have to settle. This is your future. Hard work goes a long way…keep up the good work.”

I walked out, confused. I was such a good girl…was I becoming a slut?