Well, I think today really is the first day of the rest of my life. So I've
decided that this will be the day I finally start writing a diary again. I used
to be pretty good at keeping a diary when I was younger - I've still got some of
those embarrassing angst-ridden scrawlings from my mid-teens.

But now, at 22, I'm on the threshold of a new career. Next week is the start of
my final teaching practice. After that, its just my exams to go and then I'm
qualified!

So... Where to begin?

I got up pretty early this morning. I had to see Richard Burns at 10:00. He's
managed to swing it so that he will be my Maths supervisor on the practice (He
says that it is just coincidence that he was assigned to me - but I very much
doubt that!). Anyway, I got up, made myself a coffee and printed off my schemes
of work & lesson plans for the weeks ahead. I then lay on the couch in my shortie
nightie, whilst I flicked back through them. Although I was pretty sure even then
that they were not what Dr Burns really wanted to see.

I heard Judy's door click open and her heavy footsteps on the floorboards.

"Girl, put it away", said Judy, coming into the living room.

"Hmmm?"

Judy waved vaguely at my nightie, which had ridden up to my pubes.

"Oh, sorry". I pulled the hem down a bit, just as Judy's door clicked again and
an embarrassed looking lad called Jason shambled in.

They made quite a combination. Judy is tall, black, statuesque and beautifully
turned out. Even in her dressing gown, she won't emerge from her bedroom until
she has spent at least half an hour getting the first part of her make up done.
I'd heard Judy moving around in her room whilst I'd been getting my coffee.

Jason, by comparison, was probably still semi-comatose until a few seconds before
he emerged. He was lanky and awkward, with a bum-fluff beard typical of most male
students who don't bother with their looks - or personal hygiene. Next to Judy's
dark ebony skin, his white flesh looked pale and insipid. I guessed Judy had
picked him up at the Students Union disco last night.

I have to say that I wouldn't have looked at him twice, but then I have always
gone for older men. Judy always comes home with boys who seem way below her in
class. But judging by the banging of the headboard and the shrieks from Judy that
kept me up until two last night, I guess that there is more to Jason than meets
the eye. But it didn't seem like it this morning, as I watched him shamble after
Judy to the kitchen.

I figured that it was about time that I got dressed to go out. I like to dress
smartly, but as this was to be almost my last day of scruffing around like a
student before I *had* to look smart, I decided not to over do it. In the end my
clothes were a trade off within a number of limiting factors, trying to be as
pragmatic as possible.

I put on a pale sweatshirt, because the weather was not catastrophic, but
definitely on the dull side. I put on some dark stockings, with sexy black
sussies and a short dark skirt, but no knickers.

Now I don't want to sound like a tart, so maybe I should explain some of my
attire. There is quite an innocent excuse for the stockings & suspenders. Its
because I suffer dreadfully from rashes on the tops of my thighs when I wear
tights, especially when I'm cycling. As I say, the weather today was dull & my
*dark* stockings are the thickest and (ergo) the warmest. As for the sexy black
suspenders... well, they had to match the stockings, and have you ever seen black
suspenders that aren't sexy?

The skirt was again a trade off. It was not a mini-skirt because as I say, I was
cycling and wearing no knickers and even I am not that brazen. But it was short,
for Richard Burns benefit. The no-knickers thing might be slightly harder to
explain. That was also for Richard Burns' benefit, but... Okay, maybe I *am* a
tart. But I did round it all off with a pair of sensible shoes.

At twenty to ten I said goodbye to Judy & Jason, now snuggled up on the couch
eating cereal & watching children's television. Judy promised to video
Teletubbies for me.

When I got outside, I began to regret my choice of clothing. It was a cooler
morning than I had anticipated and the wind was whistling around my nether
regions. I wheeled my bike out from the back and tied on the cloth seat cover -
designed not to protect the saddle, but to give my poor chilled pussy something
warm to rest on.

As I cycled off to the college, I took a perverse pleasure in the stares from the
men that I passed on my way. As with all girl cyclists they were watching my
short skirt flare out from my saddle, hoping for a glimpse of something
forbidden. Many of them must see that I wear stockings & so stare all the harder.
This morning I had the added thrill of my knickerless state and I glowed with a
wicked flush at the thought that at any moment the wind could catch my skirt and
give those blokes a bit more than they bargained for.

I got to Richard Burns office just before 10:00. I smiled at Nicky, the
department secretary.

"Hi, I've got an appointment to see Dr Burns at 10:00".

"Oh, yes. I think he's free now. Just go in".

I smiled again and knocked quickly on Richard's door, before going in.

In his office, we were very business like. Odd as we both knew what was coming. I
undid my briefcase & handed over my final schemes of work for Richard's approval,
even though they were barely changed from the most recent drafts that he had
already seen. As he took them from me I leaned back in my chair, lifting my leg
slightly so that my skirt slid back to reveal my stocking tops and perhaps a
little bit more.

Richard pretended to look carefully at my work. But he made several obvious
glances at my suspender-clad thighs. I smiled back at him, noticing that the
picture of his family which usually graced his desk was missing, tucked carefully
away into some drawer or other. I recrossed my legs.

"Becky..."

"Hmmm?"

"Would you mind sitting round here. I want us to go through this together."

"Of course". I got up from my seat and sat down next to him. Again I leaned back
in my seat, but this time I did not cross my legs and demurely tugged them hem of
my skirt down a little.

Richard asked me various questions about what I had written and I made a play of
leaning across him to look closely at my work. I turned to explain my answer, our
faces just inches apart. Richard was having difficulty framing his question as he
shuffled awkwardly in his seat.

He pulled a booklet from the far side of his desk and opened it for me. I leaned
further forward again to examine it, pretended lean too far and grabbed at his
leg for support. Pretending to be flustered, I grabbed at his crotch to push
myself up, feeling the rock hardness beneath.

"Oh Richard, I'm sorry, I must have slipped".

"Thats quite alright Becky," Richard smiled breathlessly.

Our faces were again just inches apart. They moved closer, our lips opened, and
soon we were kissing. The kiss became more intense and I moved my hand back to
Richard's crotch, it was obviously deliberate this time, with no pretense. I felt
the rock hard maleness bursting to escape from the unyielding cloth of his
trousers.

I carefully unzipped him and rummaged inside, seeking access to the engorged
member. Fortunately, Richard had also dressed for sex, because despite his age
(early fifties, I think!), he was wearing boxers. I slipped my hand into the
opening and pulled out the treasures within. With his big balls and rigid dick
sitting on his lap, I began to stroke and fondle them, hoping to kindle their
lustful desire into unbearable need.

Then I got up again from my seat and moved to sit astride Richard. As I did so, I
placed the lips of my hot & flustered pussy over the engorged tip of his penis.
Slowly I eased his male meat into my body, bit by bit, and steadily I began to
slide up & down his rigid pole.

And that is how we continued. Richard & I almost never get undressed for sex. We
giggled together, hoping that this would somehow hide our grunts of passion from
Nicky. Richard's manhood slid into me quite easily this morning. I guess that is
not too surprising, when you consider that I had been ready for sex since about
7am.

I gripped the underside of his chair with my legs and started drive determinedly
up and down, up and down on his still solid meat. He was breathing fast now,
trying to hold back his orgasm. I was on fire, my clit engorged and my tits
itching beneath the fabric of my sweatshirt.

Finally, my orgasm hit me and I bit into Richard's mouth to stop myself from
crying out, as it rippled through me. That was Richard's signal to release his
seed, which he did with a gasp. Breathlessly, we tried to regain our composure,
and then collapsed, giggling together like schoolchildren at the forbiddeness of
what we were doing.

Finally, Richard helped me to lift myself from his impaling weapon (because my
legs had turned to jelly!). We wiped ourselves off with some tissues that he had
ready, and then (bizarrely enough!) we went through the remainder of my lesson
plans, almost as if nothing had happened.

When I finally left his office, I smiled somewhat wanly at Nicky, half afraid
(and half excited) that she knew what was going on. I walked with my legs very
close together, terrified that some incriminating glob of sperm was going to
start sliding down my leg. Stupidly, I had forgotten to pack a spare set of
knickers to put on after our little encounter.

So, my first port of call was the toilet, where I could finish cleaning myself
out (men don't have anything like our problems!).

After that, I went over to the library, to check on the availability of some
resources, then I wondered off across town to do some shopping.

The weather brightened up for a while in the mid-afternoon. In fact, I almost
forgot my knickerless state, until I had almost returned to where I'd left my
bike.

There were some men working down at ground level on the drains & as they started
whistling at me, I suddenly realised that they could see more than they should. I
ran off round the corner in flustered embarrassment.

But as I unlocked my bike, I regain my composure again. I hitched my skirt up to
my upper thighs and then deliberately cycled back past the workmen. I wolf
whistled them as I went by, then sat up in my seat, swinging my hips & mooned
them.

They stood frozen for a moment (except one, who I am sure fell back down his
manhole in shock). Then two of them, deciding that their luck must be in, started
running after me. I moved up a gear and left them behind.

The wind was getting up and it was beginning to get colder as I came home. Jason
was gone & Judy was reading a book.

Neither of us felt like going to the Students Union tonight, so we cuddled up on
the couch together, to watch The Simpsons & something about toy robots fighting
each other.