<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=college%20girlfriend">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="29837466" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Amy, would you mind staying after for just a minute?” Professor Anderson asked.</p><p>It was the day after her breakup with Evan. He hadn’t shown up to class, like a coward, and Amy wasn’t doing as well as she could have been. Professor Anderson had noticed.</p><p>“Is everything okay?” he asked after the rest of his students had cleared out.</p><p>From day one Professor Anderson had cultivated an intimate, personal setting in his class. It being so small certainly helped that. For that reason, Amy felt comfortable opening up to him.</p><p>“Not really,” she said.</p><p>“You can call me Brad,” he said.</p><p>“I broke up with my boyfriend,” Amy explained as she sank into the seat next to Professor Anderson. “I just feel shitty and a little angry about the whole thing,” Amy explained.</p><p>“Angry?” Brad asked.</p><p>“Yeah,” Amy said as she considered how much to tell her professor. She decided to just spill it all. She hadn’t talked to anyone about it yet and he seemed he’d be open to listening without judgment.</p><p>“It’s just, the sex was so bad and he wasn’t willing to make an effort to make it any better. It made me feel so shitty that he couldn’t be bothered to try and give me what I needed,” Amy explained.</p><p>Brad offered a sympathetic smile before saying, “Believe it or not, I’ve heard this same thing many times over the years from my female students.”</p><p>“I believe it,” Amy said. What she didn’t say was that he was exceptionally good looking and it made perfect sense that his female students would want to confide in him. Perhaps many of them felt the same sense of attraction she was feeling.</p><p>Brad chuckled, “Yeah, I guess you would. Look, I know it doesn’t really help to hear this, but you’re not alone. Guys your age really don’t get it. I mean, some guys my age don’t really get it either, but almost all college guys are complete fools when it comes to meeting a woman’s needs.”</p><p>“Do you get it?” Amy asked as she leaned forward to show off a little cleavage. She felt shameless and didn’t give a damn.</p><p>Brad clearly noticed her move, and try as he might, he couldn’t hide his delight at taking a second to admire her young, beautiful breasts.</p><p>“I do, Amy,” he said confidently. “And while the solution to your issue with him isn’t particularly satisfying, it is simple: If he’s not willing to learn, you need to move on to someone that is willing to learn or that already knows how to give you what you need.”</p><p>That might have been the end of it if Amy hadn’t run into Professor Anderson at a coffee shop off campus two days later. She was working on a paper for another class when he came in carrying a laptop.</p><p>He came over to say hello and ask how she was doing with her breakup and he was so sweet and caring that Amy decided to go for it.</p><p>“Do you live around here?” Amy asked after 15 minutes of conversation.</p><p>Brad was clearly taken aback by her question as it took him a few moments to gather himself and answer, “Yeah, just a few blocks away.”</p><p>“Why don’t we go back to your place,” she said with the confidence of a much older woman.</p><p>Brad looked at her for a moment, like he was trying to gauge her intent. After all, it was unwise for a professor to sleep with a student, especially a freshman. That didn’t stop him though. Like all men, a pair of young, perky breasts on a pretty girl was more than enough to break through the barriers of sensibility.</p><p>“I’d like that,” Brad finally said.</p><p>That’s how Amy ended up in her professor’s bed with her clothes off. That’s how she ended up with him between her legs, showing her what oral sex was supposed to feel like. That’s how she ended up cumming as his tongue worked her clit.</p><p>It didn’t end there, of course. Amy couldn’t complain about her boyfriend not making her feel good and then deny Brad the pleasure he deserved. She wanted him, too. She wanted to fuck the man that had just given her the best orgasm she’d had all year.</p><p>They had missionary sex the first time. She was soaking wet from his oral work and he slipped into her pussy with ease. His cock was much bigger than Evan’s and it felt fantastically good as it filled her. Much to her surprise, Amy quickly had a second orgasm. That’s when she was hooked. That’s when she knew it would likely be quite some time before she gave up her professor’s cock.</p><p>They fucked every day (sometimes twice a day) until Thanksgiving break and then resumed their sexual interludes the moment they returned to campus. It was pure bliss for Amy. She wasn’t foolish enough to fall in love with the professor, but she wasn’t going to pass up the chance to enjoy his big cock and exceptional sexual talents as often as possible.</p><p>Then Evan showed up outside her dorm and he wanted a second chance. He practically begged for it. He promised he would be better.</p><p>Amy was confident, happy, and feeling exceptionally good about herself when Evan pleaded for a second chance, which is precisely why she gave it to him. If it didn’t work, it wasn’t going to disappoint her. If he couldn’t actually put in the effort to please her she could kick him to the curb without an issue.</p><p>Luckily, Evan proved worthy of her faith as he managed to provide her with an orgasm that night. He wasn’t quite as skilled as Professor Anderson, but he was a quick learner.</p><p>After he’d gotten her off, Amy knew Evan wanted to cum. Of course he wanted to cum. She could feel his erection pressing into her as they laid together in her bed. She wasn’t going to let him cum, though. Not with her, at least. She wasn’t going to let him spend the night, either. It was time for him to go.</p><p>“Thank you for that, Evan,” she said while pulling down her tee shirt and covering her perky breasts. “You did an excellent job.”</p><p>He had a hopeful look on his face. Amy knew she was going to disappoint him, but the idea didn’t upset her. After all the times he’d disappointed her, it actually thrilled her just a little to deny Evan the orgasm he craved.</p><p>Amy kissed him softly and said, “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow?”</p><p>The predictable look of disappointment washed over his face. Amy tried not to smile, but she was surprised at how much she enjoyed denying him.</p><p>“Right, yeah, that would be great,” Evan said as he got up and pulled on his shirt and pants. He tried his best not to look disappointed before giving Amy a quick kiss and leaving.</p><p>Evan’s balls ached as he walked back to his dorm room. He’d thoroughly enjoyed actually making Amy cum. In fact, he’d enjoyed it to the point of wondering why he hadn’t worked a little harder at it before she’d dumped him.</p><p>Part of him was disappointed and a little annoyed that she hadn’t made even the slightest effort to get him off. Another part of him understood that he likely didn’t deserve what he craved, given how often he’d selfishly enjoyed orgasms without giving Amy even the slightest bit of consideration while they were dating.</p><p>Then he wondered about Professor Anderson. Was Amy actually having sex with him? The brief flash of the make out session he’d witnessed in the professor’s car indicated that something hot and heavy was happening, for sure.</p><p>Evan jumped in the shower and jerked off as soon as he got back to his room. To his surprise, it was the image of Amy and Professor Anderson kissing that popped into his head as he was about to climax. In the moment Evan found it far more arousing than he was expecting.</p><p>In English class the next day Evan found himself paying more attention to Amy than what the professor was saying. A wild mixture of thoughts ran through his head. He was jealous that she might be having sex with Professor Anderson. He was enthralled with the sight of her breasts in a fuzzy white sweater. He was excited that he might get to fool around with her again.</p><p>All of it led to a distracting sense of arousal. He wasn’t quite hard, but his cock was alive with lust. He sent Amy a text shortly after class let out. He wanted to know if they could hang out (by which he meant fool around). She said no.</p><p>The rejection hurt, and Evan wondered if it was inspired by the professor. Was Amy actually fooling around with him? That’s why Evan didn’t leave the building. Instead, he went in search of the object of his affection.</p><p>The classroom was empty, so Evan walked down to Professor Anderson’s office, which was surprisingly far from the rest of the offices at the end of a long hallway. The door was open a crack as Evan tip-toed up to it. He looked inside and saw Amy on her knees with the professor’s cock in her mouth.</p><p>“Oh my God,” Evan said inadvertently before turning and running down the hall so they wouldn’t see him.</p><p>Amy looked up when she heard the voice from outside the door and saw Evan staring at the explicit oral sex she was offering their professor. She pulled her eager mouth off of Brad’s big cock and looked up at him.</p><p>“You didn’t shut the door?” she asked.</p><p>Amy stood up to shut and lock the door, giving them the privacy they required to finish what she’d started. Brad, however, had a panicked look on his face.</p><p>“You don’t have to worry about him,” she said.</p><p>“Who?” Brad asked.</p><p>“It was Evan at the door. He was looking for me,” she said.</p><p>“Your ex-boyfriend?” Brad said.</p><p>“Yeah, well, sort of my ex. We fooled around a little last night,” she said while falling to her knees in front of Brad again. Amy wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft as she kissed and licked the head. “He apologized for being a bad boyfriend. He was so sweet I had to give him a chance, though he’ll never be able to offer me this,” she said before wrapping her lips around the professor’s cock.</p><p>Brad was too lost in the pleasure of Amy’s mouth to debate the merits of her fooling around with her ex-boyfriend.</p><p>“He actually managed to give me an orgasm last night, though it was nothing compared to how you make me feel,” she said while stroking his long, wet shaft and working her fingers around the head. “I think I might be able to teach him how to be a good boyfriend, though, and I can enjoy your big cock in the meantime.”</p><p>Brad moaned as Amy took him into her mouth again. She loved the sense of power she had over him. She loved that a man twice her age was so eager to enjoy her body that he didn’t offer any resistance to the idea of her fooling around with someone else.</p><p>“I need you to fuck me, professor,” Amy said as she stood up and pulled off her pants. She sat on the professor’s desk, spread her legs, and played with her pussy while he stood up. “Fuck me,” she demanded.</p><p>Brad slid his long, thick, bare cock into Amy’s wet pussy as she moaned. He used his thumb to rub her clit while giving her a good pounding and it wasn’t long before the cute, big-breasted blonde had an orgasm.</p><p>Brad was close too. She knew it. “Cum inside me,” Amy said. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out that Brad absolutely loved unleashing his seed in her pussy. She was on the pill and he was clean so she had no problem with him filling her. She liked it, even.</p><p>The professor groaned and pushed his cock deep into Amy’s pussy as he climaxed. He played with her tits while emptying his balls and she moaned for him.</p><p>When he pulled out a steady stream of cum followed, leaving a small mess on his desk before Amy pulled on her panties.</p><p>“I love your cock,” Amy said as she gently caressed the still-hard, throbbing erection that had just vacated her pussy.</p><p>Brad laughed. “Are you serious about training Evan?” he asked.</p><p>“Yes, absolutely,” Amy said.</p><p>“Even though you said he doesn’t quite have what it takes to satisfy you where his equipment is concerned?” Brad followed up.</p><p>“Size matters, but it isn’t everything. Evan is a genuinely nice guy, he was actually a really good boyfriend outside of the sex stuff, and I think we can both admit that what you and I have isn’t the kind of thing that can actually last. So yeah, if I can help him develop certain skills I think he might be the perfect boyfriend,” Amy said.</p><p>Brad pulled her close and kissed her with the kind of confidence that Amy loved. “Maybe I can help you with that,” he said.</p><p>“What do you mean?” Amy asked. She was surprised and more than a little confused. A few minutes ago she thought Brad was just putting aside his jealousy because he was getting a blowjob and would be fucking her soon. Was that not the case?</p><p>“You’d say it’s more than just my size that makes you feel good, right?” Brad asked.</p><p>“Yeah, that’s fair,” Amy answered.</p><p>“Maybe Evan is the kind of guy that could use a demonstration. Maybe I could show him how a man is supposed to fuck a woman,” Brad suggested as he pulled Amy close for another kiss. His hands moved over her back and he played with her sweater-clad tits just a little as their tongues mingled.</p><p>“That’s crazy,” Amy said after their lips parted. “I mean, seriously crazy.” She wasn’t sure she believed herself, though. She’d just had an orgasm and she was already hugely aroused again. Did she actually like the idea of making Evan watch as the professor fucked her?</p><p>“Just a suggestion,” Brad said as he grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned the mess off his desk. “ </p><p>Amy was pondering Brad’s suggestion when she ran into Evan in the stairwell. She decided to take an unapologetic approach.</p><p>“You’re the one that got a little peak through the doorway, aren’t you?” she asked.</p><p>Evan nodded. “Yeah, that was me.”</p><p>Amy tried to judge his reaction to seeing her go down on Brad. She couldn’t read him though. Instead, she waited to see if Evan would fill the silence with his thoughts.</p><p>“Does he make you cum?” Evan finally asked.</p><p>Amy smiled. It felt like he’d revealed so much with one question, especially since there wasn’t even a hint of anger in his voice.</p><p>“Yes, he does,” she said while moving a step closer to Evan.</p><p>“Better than I made you cum last night?” he asked.</p><p>“Much better,” Amy said. She reached out and took Evan’s hand in hers. “You can learn though. Every guy can learn.”</p><p>“Really?” Evan asked.</p><p>“Of course. You just have to be willing to learn, Evan. We’re in college. Can you think of a better place to learn, especially about sex?” Amy said as she pulled Evan closer to her.</p><p>“I guess not, no,” he said, though something was clearly still bothering him.</p><p>“I didn’t see much,” Evan said, “but he looked really…well, big.”</p><p>“He is,” Amy said as she pressed her body against Evan’s. “He’s very big, in fact. Obviously, that’s not something you can learn. There’s nothing you can do about what you have…down there, but size isn’t everything.”</p><p>Amy could feel Evan’s erection pressing into her. She didn’t know if it was her breasts pressing into his chest, his jealousy transitioning into arousal, or something else entirely, but he was unquestionably turned on.</p><p>“Do you want to learn, Evan? Do you really want to learn?” Amy asked as she reached between his legs and squeezed his cock. “Do you want me to teach you how to pleasure me?”</p><p>“Yes,” Evan whispered as he closed his eyes. “Are you still going to be with Professor Anderson?”</p><p>“Yes,” Amy said. “You gave up your chance to have me all to yourself, Evan. For all your charms as a boyfriend, you couldn’t find it in yourself to give a shit about my orgasms. You left it up to me, and this is my solution for now. You’re going to have to be okay with sharing me.”</p><p>Amy massaged Evan’s cock through his pants as she leaned closer and whispered, “But you don’t mind that as much as you’re pretending to, do you?”</p><p>Evan groaned as she gave him an over-the-pants handjob. Amy didn’t stop or slow down. Evan was quivering. She was going to make him cum.</p><p>“You’re thinking about his cock inside me right now, aren’t you? You’re thinking about me sitting on his desk with my legs spread as he pounds my pussy, aren’t you?” she whispered while vigorously jerking him off.</p><p>Again Evan groaned and again he refused to say anything. Amy felt certain he was enjoying her dirty talk and that he really was thinking about the professor fucking her.</p><p>“I let him cum inside me,” she whispered. “His cum is dripping out of my pussy right now. I can feel it in my panties. It turns me on, Evan. It makes me hot to know that the professor’s cum is dripping out of me. Does it turn you on? I’ll bet it does. I’ll bet you like it. I’ll be that’s why you stuck around after you saw me going down on him. I’ll bet you wanted to know if I let him cum inside me. I’ll bet you wanted me to jerk you off in a stairwell.”</p><p>“Oh fuck,” Evan said as he doubled over.</p><p>Amy smiled. She’d made him cum in his pants. She felt a wild surge of lust and power rush through her. She absolutely loved that Evan had let her play with him like that. She loved that he’d just made a mess in his pants, that he’d been unwilling to pull away from her.</p><p>Whether training him worked out or not, she was going to have fun with Evan.</p>