Forbidden Lessons

Isabella's your typical girl next door. Pretty, blonde with puppy blue eyes, she's very kind.

She's a very attractive woman who also earns the looks of everyone, not just men when she's walking on the streets. She also knows she’s gorgeous so she loves swaying her voluminous hips as she walks.

Isabella is about 5'2. She looks like Emma Fuhrman, the famous Hollywood actress, but her tits are much bigger. They bounce up and down as she walks, earning the lewd looks of men she comes across.

Isabella loves her family and though she has only a little group of friends, she is loved by everyone.

She does charity, volunteers at the elderly hospice down the road and she's a good student too.

She was top of her class in high school and hoped to maintain that here in her university where she's still just a fresher.

Despite this, Isabella, unlike most people, wanted a quiet simple life. Good grades, a good husband, the picket fence dream. You'd never find her at the back alley of nowhere doing drugs or in a club dancing with her shirt off or in a competition to see who could fuck the priest first. No. That wasn't our Isabella. Those were her friends though.

Isabella in her few years on earth had only ever had three boyfriends and very little experience sexually. Apart from when she lost her virginity and a few other times, you never find her legs open with cum dripping out of her pussy.

Yes, Freshers week which happened a few weeks ago was one big orgy yet Isabella only did a few stuff. She didn't even let any of the guys stick it in.

Her friends and roommates teased her mercilessly about this. It didn't even stop when she got a boyfriend because they knew she preferred to be legs closed reading a book.

Isabella still remembered the first time she arrived at the college hostel. She had met her new roommates, Racheal, a sexy blonde with wide hips and another roommate who looked like Aimee Lou wood, the British actress. She was Tricia.

Rachel had been wearing only underwear when she had opened the door for Isabella.

Isabella, not used to seeing such things, was appalled by the almost-naked appearance of the lady.

“Hi, is this room 207?” Isabella asked, even though it was clearly placed on the door.

“Yup. You the new roomie?” said Racheal, placing a cigarette on her mouth and taking a drag.

“Yes.”

“Come in.”

Isabella came in, feeling a little shy. Her other roommate was on the bed, asleep. She was only in underwear as well.

Her panties was red with white wavy patterns.

“That’s Tricia. She fell asleep after sucking some dick!” Racheal, who was wearing a wooly, white underwear said and sat on her bed.

So that’s what the smell hanging in the air was. The smell of sex.

Isabella sat on her own bed and started to unpack her things.

“What are you studying?” Rachel had asked.

Isabella had answered her and continued unpacking.

At first, Isabella thought she, Rachel and Tricia, who looked so much like Aimee Lou, wouldn't get along. But she was wrong!

They got so along that they became comfortable with fucking their men in each other's presence.

And my did Rachel and Tricia fuck. Isabella was already used to Rachel riding a new dude every other week every morning and secretly,  she enjoyed seeing them fuck.

Everyone has a secret fantasy.

Some taboo that just makes you tremble and Isabella was no different.

His name was James. Professor James. The professor who taught philosophy.

The man was present in her deepest darkest fantasies and sometimes she pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming and he was an actual person.

She could barely take her eyes off him whenever he was in class as he looked like was sculpted by the gods himself.

Tall with grey eyes and jet black hair, professor James made Isabella want to trash all her good morals and beg him to fuck her dirty, in front of the whole school.

He was gorgeous. His chiseled jaw, his huge chest, his abs that showed no matter how many layers of clothes he wore, his waist, his thick thighs, his dick she was sure she could see from underneath his fabric. Professor James was perfection personified.

He had caught her staring at him so many times and unlike other people who would avert their gaze when their crushes caught them staring, Isabella would hold his gaze, fluttering her eyes seductively at him. Though she knew he would never fuck her.

He didn't help matters though, as if unaware of his torturously good looks, Professor James dressed like a supermodel. And anytime his pressed linen shirt strained against his back as he tried to write something on the board, Isabella just about melted from his looks.

It didn't matter that Isabella now had a boyfriend. Alex was his name. She had met him at the sports center one February evening, two months ago, when she had escorted Tricia to go see her boyfriend, Jason.

Isabella had been sitting on the bleachers waiting for Tricia to return from seeing her boyfriend, Jason when Alex came towards her, a smile plastered over his handsome face.

“Hello gorgeous, you look stressed. What can I do to make you feel better?”

Isabella smiled, wondering who he was.

“Well, first off, start by not being such a flirt,” Isabella replied.

“Whatever you say Cherie. Why don't we hang out In the cafeteria? I am very hungry and you look like you could use a bite too.”

“Nah, I'm waiting for my roommate.”

“Come on, we can wait for her together,” Alex said.

“That sounds really dangerous, I like it. Let's do it,” Isabella said, smirking.

Alex laughed at her sarcasm.

“Great, let's go.”

Immediately she got up, Alex took her by the hand and they walked together. Isabella didn't know whether it was his sweet cologne or his nice build, or just his confidence but something about him made her feel butterflies in her stomach when their hands touched. After the dinner, they exchanged contacts.

They met regularly after that, and Isabella could not deny the unspeakable attraction between them.

At one date, she pulled Alex close and kissed him. He was taken aback.

“Why did you do that?”

Isabella raised a brow. Why was he surprised when he had been the one flirting endlessly with her? Didn't he want this?

“I don't know,” she replied, “Maybe I just like spontaneous things.”

Alex chuckled.

“You're so hot.”

Then he kissed her back.

Before they knew it, they were in Alex's hostel room, kissing wildly.

Alex drew her closer, grabbed her waist, and drew her towards his body, deepening their kiss.