Free Taught by Jenna Owens

Chapter One
    Friday
     
    Damn, it’s a hot one.
    I continue to lecture my summer English literature class at
the local community college as I pry open the window, hoping a breeze will
sweep through and breathe some refreshment into the stifling heat of my
classroom.
    Although the architecture of the old college is beautiful,
the building itself, though they have tried to renovate it, seems luddite-like.
Almost as if the building has a personality, it rejects any attempts to add
modern amenities—like air-conditioning. Custodians can’t explain it and many
have tried to fix it, but the air-conditioning always fails to remain in
working condition for longer than a week.
    Around the class, students are using their notebooks as
pseudo fans, hoping to alleviate the torrid heat brought on by this unrelenting
August weather.
    Oppressive warmth aside, spring and summer are my favorite
seasons. Of course I enjoy spending time in the sun and all of the outdoor
activities that come along with the warmer weather, but that’s not the reason I
enjoy it so much.
    What I love about those two seasons in particular is that
girls begin to peel off their sweaters and long pants and trade them in for
shorts that barely cover their firm asses and shirts that allow me to see the
majority of their tits as they spill out of their tops. More often than not, I
can even catch a glimpse of brown or pink areola peeking out of their bras.
    Big, clunky Uggs are swapped for flip-flops, allowing my
eyes to devour their taut, tanned legs from their slender, freshly pedicured toes
up to what peeks out from the bottom of their shorts. When the girls are
seated, it’s not difficult to imagine them not wearing anything at all on their
lower halves.
    Admittedly, part of my decision to teach humanities in the
first place came from the knowledge that, typically, the classes have a female
majority.
    Today, especially, with the temperature as high as it is,
the girls are in tank tops and shorts barely longer than underwear. Many are
wearing bikini tops underneath their undersized shirts, as the girls are
planning on hitting the beach as soon as class lets out.
    One, however, has gone completely braless under her thin
white tank top and I am able to see her dark nipples pebbled under her shirt.
As the heat continues to rise, Elizabeth begins to glisten with sweat and I
continue to sneak glances at her chest as she becomes my very own wet-t-shirt
contestant.
    Her nipples are hard and so is my cock.
    Elizabeth’s rack is not porn-star huge. In fact, her boobs
are my ideal size—perky and small. They would barely fill the curve of my palm
if I were to cup them. So many times I have pictured taking her nipples between
my fingers and gently pinch and pull them as she throws her head back in
ecstasy.
    She is wearing a dark, breezy, short skirt that just barely
covers her ass as she sits, legs varying positions from crossed to open. I’m
able to see almost all of her inner thighs, although not quite able to get that
Sharon Stone Basic Instinct shot.
    I casually stand with my notes in front of my lower half as I
walk around the room, glancing at the exposed skin any of the females are
showing. A few of them have nearly two inches of bare ass that is not hidden by
their shorts or covered by their miniscule shirts. I imagine running my cock
along their cracks, filling them as I shoot my load.
    There is nothing like the smoking-hot bodies of eighteen- to
twenty-one-year-olds to awaken my carnal desires.
    I have pictured fucking each of them in some way during the
semester, even the ones I find less desirable. I would fuck them from behind so
I didn’t have to see their faces, of course, but hell, I’d still fuck them.
    Of course, fucking any of the girls from behind would be
awesome. Doggy style makes the pussy tighter and gives me full view of their
ass as I fuck them raw.
    Class officially ends at three o’clock, but I let the class
leave a half-hour early so they can