I work in a Barnes and Noble by a university. I live with my mom and I’m saving up to go to college. I’m 19 years old and a redhead, and I get hit on, a lot, usually it is very annoying to deal with. There is this one woman who figured out when I work and pretty much comes to talk to me every Saturday. She is a professor at the university, in her 40’s, with short dark hair and glasses, and she talks my ear off, mainly about the work and research that she does. She speaks in a very academic way, a lot of it is over my head and I have to just nod, and she goes out of her way to be as witty as possible and tell lots of high brow jokes. It was always pretty obvious she was trying to impress me, and I was like ok, I get it, you’re really really smart. At first I felt a mix of annoyance and amusement, but I didn’t really mind, she was so awkwardly eager to be impressive that I couldn’t help but feel kind of flattered by all the attention. And also talking to her meant that I didn’t have to do any real work, my boss never said anything about it since she is known to be a very good customer, it was normal for her to leave with a couple hundred dollars worth of books. This went on for a while. I gradually warmed to her, and I started looking forward to her coming. I started to really admire her. She is so smart and so accomplished in her profession. I looked her up on google and it turns out she really is very well known and respected in her field, and it felt good to have someone like that dote on you. More than doting, she wanted me, bad, but she was too afraid or didn’t know how to act on it. I am bi, though I have always felt closer to my hetero side. Still, I can’t say I felt no attraction. In fact I was surprised to see her pop up in my fantasies, more than once. But anyway last Saturday she came in as usual, and I was in an incredibly good mood, and feeling weirdly reckless. I’m sure reading this you will get the wrong idea about me, which is ok because you don’t know me anyway, but I’m not this kind of girl, I never do this kind of thing. But I asked her to stick around until I got off work, and she said ok. To make a long story short, I gave her head in the women’s bathroom, I still can’t believe I did it. I got her off twice, and after the first O she started getting really aggressive, standing over me and pulling my hair really hard and grinding into me. I felt freaked out and overwhelmed, and when she came and got off me I ran out hearing her say “I’m sorry” over and over again. For a while I was really upset about it. I cried when I got home and saw there was c** and pubic hair all over my face, but luckily there were only two other people working when it happened and no one saw me. But I started getting turned on thinking about what happened, and playing with myself thinking about it. In fact this was really hard to write because of that. I don’t know what I’m going to do when/if she comes back next Saturday.