Wall flower to seductress, the sexual evolution of former chubby girl by TulsaTime39
This story is about a shared wife/girlfriend and contains group sex, lesbian and anal sex, if any of those topics offend you, do yourself a favor and read no further.
The reason my family and friends think I divorced my first wife was because she was a slut and cheated on me. That’s only partly true, the reason I started dating her in the first place was that she was a slut, we divorced because she never included me in any of her slutty escapades.
My sexual kinks were established in my teens reading Penthouse forum, and similar publications, Gallery magazine was one of my favorites. When the World Wide Web came into being I quickly found websites that featured erotica and discovered the writing of authors J. Boswell, Warthog, and Silkstockinglover. Their writings never failed to get a rise out of me more so were the ones about shared wives, especially those where she was innocent and reluctant but once started became insatiable. I suppose it is a male equivalent of what Freud referred to as “penis-envy” in women, I may be envious of a lady’s ability to have endless orgasms and sex continuously for long periods of time. Whatever the reason it remains my primary kink.
I had been divorced for a little over five years when Kimberly entered my classroom and life. She was painfully shy but a very attentive and determined student. She was taking night classes at the community college at which I teach to better her career opportunities at the bank where she was a teller. It had been over eight years since she graduated high school and she confessed as to never being good in math so she enrolled in my Math Prep course, a zero-level course that refreshes or teaches the prealgebra that students should have learned in their public education. She struggled with the concepts and after earning a single digit score on the first exam came to me for help. I reviewed her homework and quizzes as well as the exam and praised her for her proper use of the processes I had taught and encouraged her by telling her that there was no reason someone as intelligent as her would not do well in my class. I reminded her of my open classroom period immediately following her class, in which all my students are welcome to come for added instruction, and that my students may schedule private tutoring with me when not in class.
Starting the next day, she was in the open classroom every day, even on the days she didn’t have class and as the next exam approached, she scheduled private tutoring with me. All my tutoring is conducted in my classroom with the door open, I like my job and am not about to put it at risk. I got to know a lot about Kimberly in our conversations around the lessons. Once she was comfortable with me, her shyness disappeared and a confident, intelligent, young lady immerged with a razor-sharp wit, a hilarious sense of humor, and tenacity that I couldn’t help but admire. She shared that she had never been asked on a date, never kissed a boy, never even been to an R-rated movie. Her apartment was blocks away from her parent’s home and she visited them and attended church with them every weekend. I thought she was a great kid. She is 15 years younger than me closer to my daughter’s age than mine.
I dated when I was in the mood but never a student, and never with any expectation of longevity, I was burned so badly in my first marriage that I was certain I would never marry again, and I was happy with that. When I got overly horny, I would go out and pick someone up in a local bar or call one of my steady fuck buddies.
With both my kids grown and out of the house my home was a quintessential bachelor’s pad one bedroom was filled with workout equipment, one with a pinball machine, pool table, and a vintage Pacman, one as a spare bedroom and my bedroom is done tastefully in muted earth tones and designed for comfort. My garage held my tools and toys, my Harley, four-wheeler, pickup and SUV. The boats stay at the lake house. I liked my life and held no desire to change a thing. And if I did Kimberly wasn’t physically my type. I tend to go for ethnic ladies, darker complexion, Hispanic, Asian, or Native American, short (Kimberly does meet that one, she is only 5’1″.) I like a nice ass, not that gross Kardashian cellulite beachball, but firm athletic bubble butts. As for breasts, I seem to love them whether they are “A” cups or “H’s” or anywhere in between.
I guess I should describe what Kimberly looked like at the time. As I said, short at five-one, deep auburn waist length hair (she was raised Pentecostal and had only recently cut it from being to her knees). I only know this because during one class as she tried to remove her coat a button caught in the bun she always wore. She had to let her hair down to free the jacket. One of her classmates commented that she had beautiful hair, she quietly mentioned that she had just cut over 18 inches off, and she quickly wrapped it back into a bun.
She had huge breasts, I have Konak Escort no idea how large, somewhere between cantaloupes and basketballs, yet her belly was larger, I swear she was as round as she was tall. She dressed in those frumpy long skirts that Pentecostals wear, with her hair in that tight bun. Very pale Caucasian complexion, and a strikingly beautiful round face, even with the absence of any make-up she was gorgeous, a pert little nose, full lips that formed a heart shaped pout, full eyebrows that drew attention to her stunning blue eyes laced with specks of silver, perfectly straight and brilliantly white teeth, high cheek bones sprinkled with just a hint of freckles, and little dimples whenever she smiled, which was almost all the time. Except of course when she tried to learn math.
Kimberly’s emotions were as transparent as glass, her facial expression giving away every mood, frustration, or joy. As an instructor I naturally look for ways to encourage my students especially when they are struggling, I treated Kimberly no different. I began to notice that the slightest praise or encouragement directed toward Kimberly resulted in immediate smiles, dimples and a determination to show her worthiness, which invariably resulted in her performance in class improving exponentially. By the end of the semester, she was one of my top students easily earning an “A”. Teaching in a community college it is not unusual to have students for several semesters, I ended up with Kimberly as a student for the following spring and fall semesters before she graduated. She was a regular in my open classroom and began to peer tutor lower-level students. She was a natural. I wasn’t surprised when she informed me that she was changing her major to education and wanted to teach middle school math, she hunted me down at graduation to introduce me to her parents as her “favorite teacher of all time.” I was humbled by the sentiment and in turned bragged that she was perhaps the best student I ever had. I wished her well and thanked her parents for the pleasure of meeting them and expected never to see her again as most of my students go onto lives apart from college it is just the way things are, some you remember, some you can’t wait to forget.
It had been over a year since Kimberly was in my class when I received a request from the local state university teacher’s college to mentor a student teacher. The student’s name listed on the communication was not one I recognized, which is not unusual as I frequently serve as a mentor instructor for education majors to get their teaching practicum, most I have not met prior to their being assigned to me. I am always happy to help a young teacher get started so I immediately accepted the charge. Kim Rogers would coordinate with me during the summer and do her student teaching in the fall.
Just after Independence Day I received an email from Ms. Rogers. Over the next few weeks, we did the coordination to get her approved to be on campus, have access to our information systems, networks and student records. We collaborated on what lessons she would assist, and which she would teach solo. I, of course, would be there for every class as would she. In our emails and brief phone conversations she seemed to really have it on the ball yet never mentioned that she had been a student of mine.
Being a college professor, I am accustomed to seeing lots of beautiful, fit young people so a shapely pair of legs, in-your-face cleavage, or well-proportioned buttocks clad in painted on tights are not unusual observances. On our prep day which is the week before students arrived for classes but were scampering around campus getting enrolled and locating their classrooms, when a gorgeous deep auburn red headed young lady with breasts testing the tensile strength of the buttons of her too tight blouse, and a miniskirt that exposed a band of snow white flesh above lace-topped leggings that encapsulated two very shapely legs stepped into my office, I assumed it was a student needing directions or wishing to meet her professor.
“Professor Gaines, I am so thrilled that you were willing to mentor me, you are just the best teacher ever.”
She stepped up to me and stopped so close it did not leave me room to stand as I always do when anyone enters my office. Then bent at the waist to lean in and wrap my head in a lingering hug. The result of her stance and my sitting position brought my face tight into the
ample cleavage she displayed, my nose nestled between two ivory globes. For a moment I
considered motor-boating, but thankfully decorum provided the better judgement. I did, however, relish the sight, lovely scent, and soft warmness that pressed to both sides of my face. It was only when she released me, stood straight, and stepped back that I was able to get a long look at her face, which immediately seemed familiar, but not quite. She struck me as looking a lot like Hayden Winters. Then recognition.
“Kimberly? Wow! Look at you. You look great.”
“I know, Konak Escort Bayan right? 138 pounds so far and still working on it.”
“Whatever you are doing, you did it well, I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“I am half the girl I used to be.”
“Not that I should say, but you look ALL Girl to me.”
“Thank you kind sir, this girl always appreciates a compliment.”
“Well I am certain you must get a lot of them.”
“Sadly no, but I cherish them all the more coming from you.”
“Well I will keep that in mind. It is so good to see you, are you taking more classes?”
“No silly I am here to teach.”
“That is fantastic, I am so proud of you, I knew you could achieve anything you set your mind to do. What classes are you set to teach?”
“Yours, silly, we have been talking all summer.”
“Kim?”
“I thought we already established that?”
“Kim is Kimberly.” I dumbly mumbled aloud.
“You mean all summer when we talked, you didn’t know who I was?”
“No, you were always Kimberly in my class, and I am sorry I didn’t recognize your voice over the phone. What a pleasure this is going to be, I rarely have a former student intern with me, and I am just delighted you picked me, and more so that you picked math, that is just awesome.”
“I never had any desire to be a teacher until I was in your class, and it was evident how much fun you had teaching, your enthusiasm was so contagious, and when I started tutoring people who were just like me, I loved it, and I loved seeing that light come on for them.”
“Well, I cannot tell you how delighted I am to have you…” and before I could finish the sentence with the intended “in my class again,” she responded, “I can’t wait to have you.” It wasn’t even an attempt at subtleness, and I swear I saw her wink as she spoke.
Her statement caught me so off-guard that I was at a loss for words. It was so foreign to the meek, mousy little fat girl I remembered. It did however prompt me to look again at the voluptuous young lady before me. She now had an hourglass figure, gone was the huge belly and a flat tummy lay below still massive breasts, abdominal muscles could be seen outline in her blouse, her calf and thigh muscles resembled a gymnast’s, her once round face was now distinctly heart shaped with high cheek bones and a chiseled jaw. Her hair hung below the hem of her short skirt and was now a bright strawberry blond. Her hips were now narrow but with a butt that stood out as proud behind her as her breasts did before. She now also worn some make-up, a little around her eyes, and dark read lipstick that drew one’s eyes to her sumptuous lips. She was a knockout in every category, I was shocked by the change, more so by her attire, the frumpy Pentecostal had been replaced by a sex pot.
I guess I gawked a little too long because she commented that I apparently liked the “new me.” I quickly retorted, “the old you was lovely, so is the new.”
“You are a charmer.”
“Just honest.” “Sit, tell me what you have been up too, when did you switch majors?”
She sat opposite of me at my desk leaned forward so that her boobs rested on the surface and every breath threatened to loosen them from their confinement. She told me about enrolling at State and changing her major the Friday before classes started, how she doubled up on coursework and took a full load during the past two summers, living on campus she began to focus on nutrition and followed an exercise routine which led to the “new me” you see before you. And that this practicum was the last course of her B.S. degree adding that she had already been accepted into the master’s program. I was impressed and told her so.
“You better be,” she replied, “I have worked very hard for you.”
The “for you” part again struck me as odd, even out of place. I am her teacher, not her parent or boyfriend, then I corrected myself, was her teacher. She is an adult in her thirties, if she wished to flirt with me, I saw no harm in it.
I receive no compensation and issue no grade for internships, I simply provide for them a platform, their coordinator comes to do the classroom observations, so there are no rules against dating interns, I just never had, most are twenty-five years younger than me. Kim is less than fifteen.
We reviewed the classroom set-up, secured her key access to the room and my office which we would have to share during her student teaching period. I gave her a tour of the faculty lounge and picked up her parking permit. She was all set, she would sit in on all classes, serve as a resident tutor on group projects but would not present any lesson for the first two weeks, afterwards she would lead one class per week with a mix of her own lesson plans, after my approval, and plans I would provide.
Kim dressed only slightly less revealing once classes began, but I certainly wasn’t about to complain, and the male students seemed to be much more punctual and frequent in their attendance than usual. She sat at my desk Escort Konak as I lectured, the instructor desks are just a table with a PC, document cam, and sound system on them, whereas the student desks have a modesty panel that shields any view below the waist, which the instructor desk does not have. While assisting a student at their chair I looked up to get Kim’s attention and request her to come and take my place so I could assist other students. Looking to the front of the class I noticed that everyone could see a lot of leg exposed as her short skirt had ridden up when she sat. I called for her and she uncrossed her legs to push back from the desk in order to stand in doing so she provided an unobstructed view up her skirt and the absence of panties was immediately obvious as was the deep red heart her pubic hair had been sculpted to form.
I caught myself staring at that heart and the tight crease its point rested above, shook my head and looked up. she held the position, her feet spread to the outside of the desk chair, her hands gripping the tips of the chair’s arms, leaning forward which exposed a lot of cleavage to provide even more entertainment and her eyes fixed in staring back at me. She remained there until my gaze final made its way to her face and only when our eyes met did, she stand, brush down the hem of her skirt and walk to me. With a mischievous grin she strutted to my side until her breasts rested on my bicep looking into my eyes she spoke in her most sultry tone, “Yes sir, what can I do for you?”
“Please walk this student through a few examples of completing the square.”
Speaking first to me, then to the student, “It will be my pleasure, okay Hun, let’s see what you have so far?”
I made my way around the room talking through the process I has just laid out on the whiteboard and observing the other students as they worked through the practice problem. As I came around the back row and approached the student seated directly behind where Ms. Rogers was stooped tutoring I saw that his attention was razer focused on her ass and the short skirt that barely covered it. As I stooped to point at the error I observed in his math work the lowering of my head afforded me the same view he was enjoying, and the short skirt Kim wore in fact did not cover her ass fully and two perfectly shaped globes were readily visible below the hem at this angle.
When I spoke, the student jumped and screamed in startled recoil, causing all in the class to turn their attention to us. As they laughed I apologized for catching him so deeply focused on his work, and returned to front of the classroom to begin the next topic of discussion.
A few days later, on one of Ms. Rogers’ lecture days the climate control system was malfunctioning, and the rooms were uncomfortably hot. Kim had worn a pencil skirt that hugged and accentuated every curve and a white lace ruffled button-down blouse with a high collar which normally would be considered fairly conservative by her new normal attire, but because of the heat she had unbuttoned the top three buttons before class began. As she started into her lesson the combination of her nervousness and the heat had her fanning herself often and occasionally taking one side of her blouse and fanning it causing another button to give way. The class could not see her doing the blouse billowing as she only did it while facing the whiteboard. I on the other hand with my front-row seat was getting a peepshow. She had worn a white lace quarter cup bra beneath the blouse and at every wave I could clearly see a nipple, and a lovely nipple it was, strawberry pink, about 3 inches in diameter, with a prominent nipple and areola littered with Montgomery tubercles. I guess I was focused a little too intently because I never heard her ask if I had anything to add.
When I didn’t respond she looked at me and followed my stare back to her open blouse and exposed tit. “Professor Gaines,” she asked again, “what should the students do to prepare for the next lesson?”
I spun in my seat and informed them of the homework due and thanked Ms. Rogers for the excellent lesson. After the classroom had emptied Kim walked up to me, bent to whisper in me ear after softly exhaling into it, and sliding her cheekbone across my own, said, “if you want to see the other one, come to my condo tonight.” She placed a folded note in my hand and walked out. I made no pretense of not watching her leave, at the door she stopped, turned sideways and looking back said, “bring an appetite.”
The note contained only an address and a time. With the start of the semester and the extra planning I had to perform as part of allowing a practicum it had been several months since I had had sex with anyone other than my first, and the peep show she provided that day left no doubt, I would be there at whatever time she wanted.
I ring her doorbell at the exact time she had written, she opened the door wearing a blouse that bared both her shoulders and a pair of low rise blue jeans looking much more casual and more like a typical coed. I was amazed at the flawlessness of her complexion and lovely shoulders. I handed her the bottle of syrah, she took and graciously responded, “thank you, I am really more of a beer girl myself, can I get you one? Or would you rather I open the bottle?”