Yes, she was beautiful and perhaps the fact that she was Black while he was White also enhanced her mystique, but there was an instant connection betw...en the two, an indefinable attraction that silently bound them in a mutual admiration, each for the other.Rhonda had been just as taken with the attractive graying professor as he had been with her. Most of her classes had been the usual routine of boring lectures, copious notes, cramming and, finally, regurgitating pet facts and phrases come. He laid it all out for my mother and me very clearly. We left the neurologists office, my Mom said “Don’t worry, we’ll get another opinion. I don’t believe it.” My Mom was a rock, never shed a tear. I said, “Thank you, I love you Mom”, and told her not to worry. I got in my car, cranked the radio, I remember Van Halen came on, “Hot for Teacher”, as I drove to my old high school and requested my transcripts. I was going to go to college. I had looked into it a little when my fingers started to. But that was it. I never expected anything to happen which was why the attention was always enough. Before I knew it, everyone was getting up and heading out the door. I shifted once more, realizing that my skirt was a little tighter than I thought. I grabbed my bag and stood to head out to my next class. Before I could even hit the door, Professor Walker called me out. ‘Angela?’ ‘Yes, Professor?’ ‘There’s a class heading in here in a bit and I need to discuss something with you. Will you come. His fingers pumped furiously in my slit, slashing across my engorged clitoris as I humped against them. I grunted and moaned and sobbed in despair as my body began to blast into another powerful orgasmic storm. I humped like a cheap whore, my ass grinding and slapping against the wall as I drove myself down on his pumping fingers. My tongue began to slip back and forth against his as he locked his lips against mine. I came, my head exploding like a star busting. I cried out, then grunted.