<p>Wade stepped into the campus coffee shop and searched the tables for Professor Stevenson. She was the only one of his professors that scheduled one-on-one meetings with each of her students and he couldn’t quite contain his nerves. He wasn’t great at talking to women and he largely avoided it when possible.</p><p>Wade’s eyes landed on his professor at a table by the window. She had her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and was wearing her usual black-rimmed glasses. As always, she wore a casual blouse tucked into a pair of jeans with what seemed to be expensive high-heeled shoes. She was staring outside, seemingly admiring the bright array of flowers growing in a planter the rested in front of the window.</p><p>“Professor?” Wade asked as he neared her table.</p><p>She turned, offered a warm smile, and said, “Welcome, Wade. Please, sit.”</p><p>Wade pulled out the chair across from her, dropped his messenger back onto the ground, and looked at the cup in front of him.</p><p>“I ordered a latte, as you requested,” she said.</p><p>“Thank you,” Wade said as he tried his best not to stare at the professor’s dimples and her perfectly-shaped button nose. He’d never been so close to her and she struck him as a great deal cuter than most women her age, which he’d guessed was somewhere in her mid 30s.</p><p>Professor Stevenson leaned forward, smiled, and said, “So, Wade, if you don’t mind me asking, what was your inspiration for taking Gender and Society?”</p><p>Wade resisted the urge to stare at her blouse and see if he could spot her cleavage. He was embarrassed that his hormone-addled brain even urged him to try and catch a glimpse.</p><p>“It seemed interesting,” Wade answered.</p><p>The look on the professor’s face made it clear that she wasn’t going to be satisfied with his half-assed answer. The real reason he’d signed up for her class was a little bit embarrassing, though, and Wade wasn’t all that interested in embarrassing himself in front of her.</p><p>“My freshman year at college, I took Intro to Sociology, despite having no interest whatsoever in the subject, because I had quite a crush on a guy I’d met at freshman orientation during the summer. He was gorgeous, but he was so, so dumb. Sadly, I didn’t discover that until class began and it seemed like he could barely read, let alone think critically. I did end up learning a lot in the class, though,” Professor Stevenson explained. “What I’m saying is, it’s okay if your reason for being in my class isn’t as noble as you think it should be.”</p><p>Wade looked down at his drink, took a deep breath, and said, “Okay. The thing is, it’s really silly.” He looked up at the professor and she had this warm, inviting look on her face. It made it feel safe to share. “I took the class hoping it might help me talk to girls. I’m just so bad at it.”</p><p>“You’re doing a pretty good job talking to me,” she said.</p><p>Her comment caught Wade off guard, flustering him and making it impossible to gather his thoughts for a few moments. “Oh, well, that’s nice of you to say, but I guess I’m talking about girls that I could date. Girls my age.”</p><p>“I’ve heard far worse reasons to take my class, Wade,” she said. “Believe me. Far, far worse. I’ve had guys take it because they thought it would be a great place to pick up girls. They don’t seem to understand that most of the girls in the class are interested in female issues and aren’t all that interested in being objectified and used by men seeking a quick orgasm.”</p><p>Wade sat back and tried not to let his face show the sense of surprise he felt at Professor Stevenson’s candor.</p><p>“Sorry,” she said as an easy, charming smile crossed her face and activated her dimples. “I get a little worked up about the many ways men can disappoint women.”</p><p>“No, that’s okay,” Wade said.</p><p>“So, do you think that learning about the role of gender in society, and in particular the pressures that women face, will make it easier for you to talk to girls?” Professor Stevenson asked.</p><p>“I hope it will,” Wade answered. “I mean, I have no idea if it will, but it seems like I’ll end up better off, particularly if I actually put in the effort to learn. Which I’m planning on doing, by the way. I’m not taking it as a blow off class.”</p><p>“That’s good, because the tests are hard as hell,” Professor Stevenson added with a hard look on her face. She held his gaze for a few moments before leaning back and laughing in a surprisingly loud manner. “I’m kidding. They’re not that hard, honestly. The point of the class is to get people thinking about gender, not to make it impossible for anyone to pass.”</p><p>“That’s good to know,” Wade said.</p><p>“So what happens when you try to talk to a girl you like?” she asked.</p><p>“Oh, well, I get really flustered. It’s like my mind goes blank, and when that happens, only stupid stuff comes out. I end up saying things that sound really dumb, to me, at least, or I just repeat some terrible joke and come off as a weirdo,” he said.</p><p>“Are you a virgin, Wade?” Professor Stevenson asked.</p><p>“What?” he said. He’d heard the question. He’d understood the question. He couldn’t quite process it, though. Why would his professor be asking him that? Wasn’t that hugely inappropriate? Was she trying to embarrass him?</p><p>“Answer the question, Wade.” Her demeanor had shifted to something far more serious. She emanated a kind of energy that he found oddly compelling.</p><p>Despite his embarrassment, Wade answered honestly. “Yes.”</p><p>“Would you like help with that?” she asked.</p><p>Wade studied her face to see if he could tell if his professor was playing some kind of cruel game. He detected no malice.</p><p>“Help?” he asked.</p><p>She leaned closer and said, “Would you like me to take your virginity?”</p><p>“Is this for real?” Wade asked as his heart pounded far harder than it had been a minute ago.</p><p>“Yes, Wade. It’s for real. You’ll have to earn it, but it’s for real,” Professor Stevenson said.</p><p>“Then yes, I’d like you to take my virginity.”</p><p>She pulled a small notebook from her bag, wrote her address on a blank page, tore it out and handed it to Wade.</p><p>“Be there at 8 p.m. tonight. If you’re late, don’t bother showing up. Be prepared to earn it,” she said.</p><p>“I will,” Wade replied.</p><p>Professor Stevenson stood up and just like that the serious version of her seemed to disappear. She smiled, shook his hand, and said, “I’ll see you a little later.”</p><p>Wade watched her walk out as he replayed the conversation in his head. Had she really offered to take his virginity? Was there a chance he was going to have sex tonight? Was Professor Stevenson conducting some sort of experiment on him?</p><p>The answers didn’t really matter. Wade was committed to showing up at the address she’d given him. At the very least he was going to find out if she was for real or if the whole thing was some sort of weird, elaborate prank designed to punish him for being a horny young man.</p><p><br></p><p>Wade’s Uber pulled up to a beautiful blue colonial at 7:57 p.m. He looked at the piece of paper, looked at his phone to make sure he was at the right address, and got out of the car.</p><p>He stood out front for a minute and contemplated leaving. He was nervous in a way he’d never experienced before and he still wasn’t sure if Professor Stevenson was serious about her offer or if she’d simply been screwing with him. She could have sent him to a random house ten miles away from campus. He could be walking up to a stranger’s door and knocking with the expectation of sex.</p><p>Wade checked his phone. It was 7:59. He had to decide. Ultimately, the potential for sex won out. He opened the front gate, stepped through, gently closed it behind him and headed towards the white front door.</p><p>He knocked twice, stepped back, and waited for just a few moments before Professor Stevenson opened the door. She wore the same outfit as when they’d met in the coffee shop and she still looked wonderful.</p><p>“Come in,” she said.</p><p>Wade stepped inside, looked around, and said, “Wow, your house is beautiful.”</p><p>“Thank you, Wade,” she said. “Now please take your clothes off.”</p><p>“Professor Stevenson, I…I don’t…I mean, I just got here,” he said.</p><p>She smiled, closed the distance between them, and slipped a finger into one of the belt loops on Wade’s cheap department store jeans.</p><p>“First off, I’d like you to call me Haley when we’re in my home. Second, I need you to understand that I meant it when I said you’d have to earn the chance to lose your virginity to me. You won’t be having sex with me tonight. It’s going to take quite a bit longer to prove that you’re worthy. Tonight is about seeing if you can follow directions. You’re going to have to be very good at following directions if I’m going to take your virginity. Do you understand?” she asked.</p><p>She’d moved increasingly close during her rather effective speech and Wade had been unable to contain the desire between his legs. He sported an erection, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. It’s not like she’d kissed him or even touched his cock. She’d simply been near him.</p><p>“I understand,” he said.</p><p>“Good. Then I hope you can understand this: You need to take your clothes off or leave. It’s your choice,” Professor Stevenson said as she stepped back and crossed her arms.</p><p>Wade hastily unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and draped it over the back of a chair. He kicked off his shoes and then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His underwear followed. He yanked off his cocks, left everything in a pile on the chair, and turned back to his professor.</p><p>“You’re quite hard, Wade,” she said as her eyes fixated on his cock.</p><p>“Yes, I am.”</p><p>“Why is that?” she asked.</p><p>“I don’t know. You’re very beautiful. I’ve never been naked with a girl before. I guess I was anticipating having sex tonight, so maybe it’s just a bit of leftover arousal from that,” he said, though none of his guesses felt particularly accurate even as he was offering them.</p><p>“You’re also nineteen. Sometimes you get hard for no reason at all,” Professor Stevenson said as she moved closer.</p><p>She reached out and ran her finger over the top of Wade’s shaft. She traced from his pubic hair all the way to the tip and then ran her finger underneath and down to his balls.</p><p>“Does that feel good, Wade?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes. Oh my god, yes,” he said. It was the first time a woman had touched his cock and it was so much better than when he masturbated.</p><p>“Good,” she said. “Very good. I’d like you to wait here and try your best to think about anything other than your desire. I need your cock to return to its flaccid state.”</p><p>Professor Stevenson walked past him and up the stairs. Wade heard the wood creak with every step as he tried his best to focus on something that would make his boner go away. He settled on thinking about the time his older sister had shouted at him for walking on her while she was going to the bathroom. It had not been a pleasant sight and he’d quickly yelled back at her for not locking the door. It had blossomed into a spectacular fight that his parents had to get involved in, and replaying it in his head was the perfect antidote to his aroused state, as he was soft by the time Professor Stevenson descended the stairs a few minutes later.</p><p>“Close your eyes,” she said upon reaching the bottom of the stairs.</p><p>Wade did as he was told. He was committed now. She’d told him that he needed to do as he was told or she wouldn’t take his virginity, and now that he was standing naked in her house he was going to do whatever it took.</p><p>“You’re going to feel something cold on your genitals. Don’t panic. It’s perfectly safe. It’s a necessity for this process. I don’t want you to fight it, okay?” she said.</p><p>“Okay,” Wade replied.</p><p>A moment later he felt something cold against his genitals, just as Professor Stevenson had promised. She slipped a ring of some sort around his testicles and slid his flaccid penis into a device of some kind. It felt a little uncomfortable and when Wade heard what sounded a lot like a lock clicking into place he began to panic.</p><p>“Open your eyes,” she said.</p><p>Wade looked down to see that Professor Stevenson had placed his cock and balls into some sort of metal cage.</p><p>“What did you do?” he asked.</p><p>“I put you in chastity,” she said. “This gives me total control, which is what I want. It’s one of my requirements for taking your virginity. I get total control over your orgasms until we’ve had sex. I’ll be happy to take it off, but that means you won’t get to have sex with me.”</p><p>“I…no, I can’t do this. Take it off. Please, take it off,” Wade said. It was too much. The cage on his cock was terrifying. It felt heavy and too tight and far scarier than he thought.</p><p>“Okay,” Professor Stevenson said as she stepped back and began to unbutton her blouse.</p><p>“What are you doing?” he asked.</p><p>“Retrieving the key,” she answered.</p><p>Wade watched his professor take off her blouse and reveal an astonishingly sexy white lace bra. She reached back to unhook it and tossed it aside, exposing a pair of big natural breasts that sat remarkably high on her chest.</p><p>He looked down and saw a small chain around her waist. There was a key hanging off of it just below her belly button.</p><p>“You know, this will be easier if I just take my skirt off,” she said.</p><p>Wade’s heart pounded as he watched the professor unzip her skirt and work it down over her hips. She removed the pair of white lace panties underneath, stepped back, and let him admire her naked body.</p><p>She was the first woman he’d ever seen naked in person and she looked so much better than he thought possible. Everything about her was perfect.</p><p>Professor Stevenson turned around and said, “Would you mind unhooking the chain, Wade? Then I’ll unlock you.”</p><p>She took small, slow steps backwards as Wade stared at her smooth, pale ass and felt a sense of discomfort between his legs. It was his cock trying to get hard and failing to do so in the cage. It was odd and a little painful, but all he could really think about was the naked woman in front of him.</p><p>Professor Stevenson stopped just in front of Wade and bent over. He felt the warmth of her ass cheeks against his thighs and his now-caged cock.</p><p>“Just unhook the chain, Wade. I’ll set you free and you can go home,” she said.</p><p>Wade was completely lost in a kind of desire he’d never experienced before. He’d kissed girls and done a little over-the-shirt fondling, but he’d never been naked with a girl. He’d never felt a girl’s ass against his body.</p><p>“No. I don’t want to. I’ll stay in the cage. I will,” he said.</p><p>Professor Stevenson stood up straight, turned around, and smiled. She stepped closer and her naked, soft, splendid breasts pressed into Wade’s chest. She took his hand and pressed it between her legs.</p><p>“You can touch me,” she said. “Be gentle, though.”</p><p>Wade let his fingers explore as he stared into the professor’s eyes. He’d never touched a woman between her legs before and he didn’t know what he was doing, but he followed her direction and made sure that his touch was soft. As he moved lower, one of Wade’s fingers found its way between her pussy lips and slipped inside her.</p><p>“Oh my god,” he said.</p><p>“Doesn’t that feel good?” she said. “Isn’t it warm and wet and absolutely perfect?”</p><p>Wade nodded vigorously.</p><p>“Don’t you want to put your cock in there, Wade? Don’t you want to feel that warmth and wetness around your dick?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes. I want that. I really want that,” he replied.</p><p>Professor Stevenson stepped back and said, “Follow me.”</p><p>She turned and walked upstairs again, this time with Wade hot on her heels. She led him down the hallway and into a surprisingly spacious master bathroom with a gleaming white tiled floor.</p><p>“On your knees,” Professor Stevenson said.</p><p>Wade fell to his knees and she leaned against the bathroom counter, spread her legs, and beckoned him to come closer.</p><p>“If you have any hope of pleasing a woman you need to familiarize yourself with the clit,” she explained while reaching down to pull back the small flesh hood that covered her clitoris. “Think of it like the tip of your cock. You know how that’s where all the pleasure comes from when you masturbate? It’s similar for a woman. Not exactly the same, but stimulating the clit is your best chance at giving a woman an orgasm.”</p><p>Wade nodded as he stared in wonder at the first pussy he’d ever seen in person.</p><p>“Lie down,” Professor Stevenson said.</p><p>Wade moved to his back and Professor Steven stepped over his body and stood astride his face. She lowered her pussy until it was just a few inches from his mouth and Wade was convinced he was about to get his first chance to lick a woman. He’d watched plenty of videos and was confident he’d be able to do a good job and he desperately wanted to try.</p><p>“As the chastity cage should have showed you, this isn’t going to be a typical experience, Wade,” Professor Stevenson explained as she reached down and rubbed her pussy. “I have very little interest in fucking you, if I’m being honest. Sex with a virgin is never good. That’s not really the point of this.”</p><p>“Oh,” Wade said.</p><p>“Don’t be disappointed,” she said. “I wasn’t lying. I’m going to take your virginity. I’m just going to get what I want before I do it.”</p><p>“What do you want?” he asked.</p><p>“I want to see how obedient you’re willing to be, Wade. I want to see just how far I can push you, and I’m only going to take your virginity if you’re willing to go much, much further than you ever thought possible,” she explained.</p><p>Wade struggled to imagine what she could ask him to do that he would find unpleasant, but she seemed to be implying he wouldn’t want to go where she wanted to take him.</p><p>“Tonight will be your first test, Wade,” she said. “If you do as I desire, you’ll get a little closer to losing your virginity.”</p><p>“I’ll do anything,” he said.</p><p>“I’m going to piss in your mouth, Wade, and you’re going to swallow,” Professor Stevenson said. “Now open your mouth and prepare to receive my nectar.”</p><p>She was right. She was going to try and push him much further than he’d be willing to go. He could have thought about it for hours and he wouldn’t have put drinking her piss on a list of things Professor Stevenson would want him to do.</p><p>“I’m not going to convince you, Wade. You’re either willing to do it or you’re not. Open up and let me piss in your mouth or I’ll let you out of your cage and you can go home,” she said.</p><p>Wade reluctantly parted his lips and waited.</p><p>“You’re not going to like the taste,” she said. “It’s going to be hotter than you’re expecting, too.”</p><p>Wade nodded and a moment later a stream of hot piss hit his tongue as Professor Stevenson unleashed her bladder.</p><p>He gagged almost immediately as the taste proved to be overwhelming. At least she’d let him know. Some of her pee spilled out of his mouth and onto the bathroom floor as Wade panicked that he’d failed her.</p><p>“It’s okay,” she said. “The floor can be cleaned. Just breathe through your nose, gather yourself, and swallow my piss.”</p><p>Wade closed his eyes, took a breath through his nose, and swallowed his professor’s piss. Just that morning he’d been nervous about having to talk to her and now he was on her bathroom floor with a chastity cage around his cock and a mouthful of her piss in his stomach. It was an astonishing turn of events.</p><p>“Open up,” she said.</p><p>Wade opened his mouth and she pissed into it once more. This time he managed not to gag, though the taste hadn’t gotten any better. She peed until his mouth was nearly overflowing and then cut off the flow and said, “Swallow.”</p><p>Wade swallowed once more and coughed after the liquid slid down his throat.</p><p>“I’m surprised, Wade,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d do it. You might get to fuck me after all.”</p><p>Professor Stevenson stood up and offered Wade a hand. He took it and she helped him to his feet before stepping back, gesturing to the shower, and saying, “You should get clean. We can’t have you heading home smelling like piss.”</p><p>Wade felt a little disappointed that the evening seemed to be coming to an end. Crazy as it was, he didn’t mind the notion of trying something else to prove his willingness to give Professor Stevenson what she wanted.</p><p>“Come,” she said. “We’ll shower together. You’re harmless in your little cage and you deserve a reward after swallowing my piss.”</p><p>Wade very nearly clapped his hands in excitement at the idea of getting to shower with the beautiful naked woman standing in front of him. Instead, he let a big dumb smile spread across his face before following her to the shower and stepping inside once the water had warmed up.</p><p>Taking a shower with a naked woman – even if he was locked in a chastity cage – was a big step for Wade and if that’s all he ever did with Professor Stevenson that would be enough to make swallowing her piss worth it.</p><p>He was ready for more, though, particularly after she stepped into the water and pulled his body against hers. The feeling of her wet, naked breasts against his chest was unlike anything he’d ever experienced and he felt like he’d drink a gallon of piss to experience it just one more time. Whatever she had planned, he was ready for it.</p>