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I remember how proud I was when Dr. Foster chose me, just a sophomore, out of everyone in class to be his research assistant on his field exercise. I have to admit that it wasn't just because of the achievement either. Dr. Foster was young, a recent Ph.D. and like almost all his other students I have a huge crush on him too. I arrived at the marina early Saturday morning. The boat was a beautiful cabin cruiser and as soon as I stepped foot on board he said, "Stephanie, you can store your gear below decks and please, it's Bill." I put my stuff below deck and pulled on the wet suit he'd left for me. The day was everything I thought it would be. The sun was warm, but we spent a lot of time in the chilly water. Bill had brought a cooler full of beer and the conversation flowed easily, and I felt more like his colleague than his student. We were sitting on the bow, exhausted, watching the sun set over the water. I was finishing off another beer and feeling pretty buzzed when Bill said, "I think we're done for the day, we can get out of these things." I stood up, a little wobbly, and tried to pull my zipper down. It was snagged and I almost slipped on the deck trying to get it down. "Here, let me help, it sticks sometimes, that wetsuit's kind of old." Bill turned me to face him, held the rubber in one hand and pulled hard on the zipper with the other. It came free, but not before I stumbled forward into him. "Sorry," I murmured. "No problem," Bill said. "I've been waiting to be this close to you all day." He tilted my face up and kissed me softly. When I didn't resist, he kissed me again, this time more forcefully. I parted my lips for his tongue and he pushed the wetsuit jacket off me. Bill swept me up in his arms and sat me on the cushioned bench. I'm tall, 5'8", and standing I'd been nearly as tall as him, but now he towered over me. He peeled off his wetsuit, his hard chest covered with light hairs. He was blond, light skinned, while I am a contrast, long brown hair and deeply tanned, with violet eyes. When Bill was down to his trunks, he removed the rest of my wetsuit. I was only wearing a red bikini underneath. He knelt in front of me kissing me again, but when he untied my top I held it against my chest. I had a crush on him, but this was a little weird. He asked if I was uncomfortable and I said I was a little. He asked if I trusted him and I said yes. Then he slowly took my hands down, exposing my tiny breasts. They are very small and I've always been self-conscious about them, not that many boys had seen them. While I wasn't a virgin, I'd only been with one guy. But Bill made all those insecurities evaporate. The way he touched me, kissed my breasts, whispered my name, all I could think about was how good it all felt. My stiff nipples ached for his touch. I arched my back, clutched him to me. It was only when I was just about to faint that Bill moved lower, rolling my bottoms down my long legs. He put my legs over his shoulder and laid me back and kissed my pussy. He wasn't like the boys my age. He was gentle. When he found my clit his tongue flicked at it, circled it, teased it. My whole body tensed, my pussy was flowing with juice. He slipped a finger inside me and licked my clit and for the first time in my life, I came. My whole world exploded. When I'd calmed, Bill moved on top of me. At first he was slow with his cock, but I was so wet, so ready, it didn't hurt at all. Sensing this, Bill started riding me hard and I thrust up to meet his hips. Bill was inside me for what seemed like forever and when I came for the second time my tight pussy milked the cum right out of him and I felt him fill me. Bill took the boat back to the marina, but we spent the night below decks. We made love several times that night and he showed me all sorts of new things. By the end of the semester I knew exactly how to please a man, and how to get what I needed. That was an education that would serve me the rest of my life. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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