guided my purple cock head to her opening, resting the bottom of my glans on the smooth metal surface of her tongue stud. An electric sensation accompanied the rubbing of my frenulum along the metal. My stomach muscles wrenched and rolled.
"Come on, baby," she said. "Come in my mouth."
And I did.
Chapter Four
The campus was so crowded that it proved difficult to find an empty table in the University Center's cafeteria. I could've eaten in my office, away from students and staff and the bustle and vitality of the place, but after last night, I felt uncommonly social and alive. Certainly, I experienced an amazing euphoria and a driving energy that I hadn't felt in--well, I had to admit that I'd never felt it. I felt good , and anyone who knew me would have had to say that I exhibited a certain previously unseen spring in my step. I didn't want to waste all of that by being holed up in my office. On the other hand, I didn't feel like being chatted up my needy undergrads or overly ambitious grad students.
Honestly, too, I wanted to find a place to sit and think about Sonia and what we'd done, what that meant for us, and what the future might hold. As she'd said, we can't predict the future. But I had to at least come to grips myself with what it was that I wanted, what it was that I needed. I wanted her, of course, that was the obvious answer. But at what cost? And did I even really know her at this point? So, was it the thought of her that I wanted, the idea of her, the idea of this gorgeous, virile young thing wanting me?
Fuck, who wouldn't want that? Maybe I simply liked the way she made me feel. She was ten, fifteen years younger than I, attractive enough to pull the attention of any guy on campus, young or old, and she wanted me . She made me feel as if I'd laid her like a porn star. Was I just deluding myself? On the other hand, what did it matter, even if that were the case? Why was I even questioning this? Why didn't I just enjoy the ride and see where it went?
I had to admit, though, that I wanted more than just something casual--even something as intensely erotic as this. I wanted something with substance, something long term. I needed that. Maybe I was just deluding myself. I found it strange, while suddenly thinking about it, that this young coed would want an uninteresting professor like me. What could I possibly offer her? Did she need a daddy figure? Did she think she could use a relationship with me as leverage to obtain something?
I knew myself well enough to know also that I'd fallen for Sonia.
End of story.
I was in love.
So, now what?
Sighing, I eased my way through the cafeteria crowds, with my lunch tray and several bundles of academic papers balanced precariously in my hands. Finally, I found an empty table. Perfect , I thought. It was small, so at least if a student accosted me, there wouldn't be much room to hang out. They might get a couple of stupid questions in, but they couldn't stay long--not without looking like an ass standing there, and not before they'd get swept along by the steady stream of traffic through the cafeteria. And the table was in a corner of the cafeteria complex. I might actually get some time to think.
I made it to the table before anyone else, sat down, let my bag slide off my shoulder and onto the floor, and spread my lunch and papers out in front of me. Suddenly, a quiet gnawing feeling sank into me--I was forgetting something. Right , I thought. Julie Merryweather's e-mail from last night. Fuck. I realized that I didn't have my laptop with me.
I looked momentarily down the length of the cafeteria. The idea of walking back to my office didn't appeal on any level. I'd just have to wait until later to see what she needed. I hoped it wasn't about our research project, or worse still, about a grant issue related to our research project.
Having opened a can of soda and a bag of chips, I leaned back to study a paper on DNA microarrays and Drosophilae splice junctions. I
"Come on, baby," she said. "Come in my mouth."
And I did.
Chapter Four
The campus was so crowded that it proved difficult to find an empty table in the University Center's cafeteria. I could've eaten in my office, away from students and staff and the bustle and vitality of the place, but after last night, I felt uncommonly social and alive. Certainly, I experienced an amazing euphoria and a driving energy that I hadn't felt in--well, I had to admit that I'd never felt it. I felt good , and anyone who knew me would have had to say that I exhibited a certain previously unseen spring in my step. I didn't want to waste all of that by being holed up in my office. On the other hand, I didn't feel like being chatted up my needy undergrads or overly ambitious grad students.
Honestly, too, I wanted to find a place to sit and think about Sonia and what we'd done, what that meant for us, and what the future might hold. As she'd said, we can't predict the future. But I had to at least come to grips myself with what it was that I wanted, what it was that I needed. I wanted her, of course, that was the obvious answer. But at what cost? And did I even really know her at this point? So, was it the thought of her that I wanted, the idea of her, the idea of this gorgeous, virile young thing wanting me?
Fuck, who wouldn't want that? Maybe I simply liked the way she made me feel. She was ten, fifteen years younger than I, attractive enough to pull the attention of any guy on campus, young or old, and she wanted me . She made me feel as if I'd laid her like a porn star. Was I just deluding myself? On the other hand, what did it matter, even if that were the case? Why was I even questioning this? Why didn't I just enjoy the ride and see where it went?
I had to admit, though, that I wanted more than just something casual--even something as intensely erotic as this. I wanted something with substance, something long term. I needed that. Maybe I was just deluding myself. I found it strange, while suddenly thinking about it, that this young coed would want an uninteresting professor like me. What could I possibly offer her? Did she need a daddy figure? Did she think she could use a relationship with me as leverage to obtain something?
I knew myself well enough to know also that I'd fallen for Sonia.
End of story.
I was in love.
So, now what?
Sighing, I eased my way through the cafeteria crowds, with my lunch tray and several bundles of academic papers balanced precariously in my hands. Finally, I found an empty table. Perfect , I thought. It was small, so at least if a student accosted me, there wouldn't be much room to hang out. They might get a couple of stupid questions in, but they couldn't stay long--not without looking like an ass standing there, and not before they'd get swept along by the steady stream of traffic through the cafeteria. And the table was in a corner of the cafeteria complex. I might actually get some time to think.
I made it to the table before anyone else, sat down, let my bag slide off my shoulder and onto the floor, and spread my lunch and papers out in front of me. Suddenly, a quiet gnawing feeling sank into me--I was forgetting something. Right , I thought. Julie Merryweather's e-mail from last night. Fuck. I realized that I didn't have my laptop with me.
I looked momentarily down the length of the cafeteria. The idea of walking back to my office didn't appeal on any level. I'd just have to wait until later to see what she needed. I hoped it wasn't about our research project, or worse still, about a grant issue related to our research project.
Having opened a can of soda and a bag of chips, I leaned back to study a paper on DNA microarrays and Drosophilae splice junctions. I
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