Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Romantic, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A female college professor agrees to go for a short trip with another student to her cabin in the mountains. A blizzard snows them in. The older woman finds that she cannot resist the charms of they pretty teenager.

Samantha Edwards rushed from her car to the administrative building as the rain poured from the sky. She held her briefcase over her head with one hand in a useless attempt to keep her hair dry, as she struggled to hold books and papers in the other. It was another damp, cold, and dreary day in the northeast. The kind of day you would expect in mid-November in this section of the world. However, Samantha was a southern girl, used to sunny skies and warmer climates.

The click of her high heels on the tile floor echoed up and down the long hallway as she hurried to the administration offices. She was late already. Today was the last day to get mid-term grades submitted and she didn't want to hear all the grief she would take if she missed the deadline. Hopefully it would only take a couple of minutes and she could still make her 9 o'clock English class on time.

Samantha sighed as she passed the ladies room and then stopped. It was going to make her later but she had to fix her hair. It was a mess after being doused with the cold rain. If she could have remembered where she had left her umbrella it wouldn't have been so bad. Unfortunately it seemed that she was always misplacing something these days. The unwanted vision of the movie "The Absent Minded Professor" crossed her mind as she rushed into the teacher's lounge, almost knocking over a fellow teacher in her haste.

A little moan escaped her lips when she looked into the mirror. All her work had been for nothing. Her shoulder length sandy blond hair was hanging in wet, curly strands now, dripping water down her cheeks. And her hair had looked so good when she left home a few minutes ago. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as she tried her best to fluff it up. It was useless. Finally, she gave up and leaned toward the mirror to fix her makeup.

The woman in the mirror staring back at Samantha was pretty and just over the dreaded 30th birthday. She had gray/green eyes that could dazzle men and women alike. People often said that she looked a lot like Nicole Kiddman, with her curly hair and creamy white complexion. Yet Sam was one of those women that didn't realize how pretty she is. She thought she was too tall at 5' 8", too heavy at 125, and that her facial features were too angular to be pretty. Besides, she didn't have a lot of time to worry about her appearance these days.

Another sigh escaped the harried woman as she fumbled in her purse, searching for her lipstick.

She never had enough time for herself anymore and her life seemed to be out of control. Suddenly, she stopped and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She wondered how her life had become so hectic. It seemed that there was a constant succession of classes, dinner parties, social obligations, and studying to keep up with her profession. Maybe it was just the pressure of being a newly appointed assistant professor, she thought. She knew that it took a lot of work in the beginning to get oneself established in a new school.

The academic world wasn't new to her though--she had taught at her alma mater for several years and had been raised in a family of teachers. Her mother was an elementary school teacher and her father a high school principal. Even one of her older brothers was a teacher. It was only natural that she followed the same path.

Samantha was a southern girl and grew up with her two brothers in a very traditional and solidly middle class family. Her parents were very conservative and strict. In fact, Samantha had not been allowed to wear makeup until she was almost 16. As for dating, well that was a battle of wills. She was only allowed to date in groups until she was 17. However, like all teenagers, she found ways around the arbitrary rules.

Dan Edwards, Samantha's father, was a hard working man, if not a little behind the times and overzealous in his religious beliefs. He was also very protective of his little girl. At any sign of rebellion from Samantha he would always say that she would follow his rules as long as she lived in his house. However, Dan was proud of his daughter and like all fathers, no one was ever going to be good enough for his little girl.

Samantha had a will of her own though and found ways to see her boyfriends without her father knowing. However, because she lived at home until she finished college, the strict rules often became contentious.

A smart girl, Samantha graduated with honors and was selected as the valedictorian of her high school class. After high school, she went to a large but local college. She was a star student at the University, deciding to stay after graduation to teach and continue pursuit of a master's degree in English and then her PHD. It had been hard work and a long haul, but she persevered. The school eventually noticed her academic achievements and she was awarded a grant to do research. Unfortunately she never got the chance to finish her work.

Samantha met her husband-to-be before she finished her graduate work. He was a professor at the university and twenty years older than she was. Much to her parents' distress, she had fallen in love and married soon after she completed her studies. It was her husband's transfer to the north several years ago that brought the warm blooded southern girl to the cold northeast.

However, she couldn't say that she regretted her choices up to that point. She had a good job as associate professor at the school and a real opportunity to advance to full professor with tenure in a few years. But, besides being overworked, her biggest problem was that she had left her family and friends behind and felt somewhat out of place in the snobbish academic community she was now part of.

Coming to the large university as an associate professor was a cultural shock for Samantha. She never realized the level of personal politics that existed in academic circles. It was very different from her previous experience in teaching. Nor did she anticipate the social obligations that would befall her in her new role. Now, between her husband's career (he was in line to become Chancellor) and her aspirations to become a published writer, she rarely had time for anything else.

Samantha had always been an outdoor girl, preferring to be out in the sun rather than cramped up in some library or classroom. While she loved most water sports, she loved sailing most of all. She missed being out on the water everyday and although there were great opportunities to sail where she lived now, the season was far too short. Besides, she had little time for that with all of the required duties associated with school and being the future Chancellor's wife.

Still, with all this, she thought that maybe it was the dreary weather that was making her feel so depressed. She desperately needed something to cheer her up.

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