Chapter 03: A Taste for Sharing
When I was a junior professor, I had many unexpected adventures.
It is a difficult job, the professor's. Surrounded by attractive young people, he must pretend to be indifferent, even as they fantasize about him, and he about them. He must pretend not to notice when young women use the same tools to tease him as they do their fellow students: the low-cut top, the tight sweat pants, the pen twisting in the mouth during lecture.
The professor must deliver information, in a correct, interesting, and concise way, even as he exerts all the strength he has not to cast his eyes on the cleavage of a pretty junior. You think it's easy? Just try it.
So when Melissa Angelo locked eyes with me in class and began touching herself [See "A Professor of Two Minds, Chapter 1]; or when Anna Santana confessed to me in my office that she fantasized at night about me as she lay in bed [See a Professor of Two Minds, Chapter 2;] it was, in the end, more than I could take.
And as I sat in my office, belt on the floor, pants open, catching my breath on my couch, gazing at Anna's flushed face, skirt pulled up high to her waist, pink thong at her ankles, blouse half-unbuttoned—well, I realized I had gone over the line.
I had always prided myself on my self-control around female students. Yes, I thought about them; yes I daydreamed, just as I knew some of my students did, bored in class, watching me lecture. Sure, I stole a glance sometimes, at their legs, their chests...
But now I had twice crossed the line with students. Was it a crime to watch Melissa, sitting in lecture, as her hand snuck inside the waistband of her field hockey shorts? How could I have stopped her?
How could I have kept her from doing what she wanted to do? I was lecturing, standing there in front of 50 students. There was nothing I could have done as her fingers moved inside her shorts, as her face got redder, as she locked her eyes on mine, or as she brushed her other hand over her chest, teasing a nipple.
And Anna—she wanted a letter of recommendation... I told her I couldn't do that, but somehow she ended up confessing that she thought I was sexy, and one thing led to another... Even though she was angry at me, she opened her mouth and fulfilled her fantasy. And I should have stopped right there. I should have asked her to leave.
But I knew that she wanted just what I did.
And now, sitting on the couch in my office, the phone rang and my secretary told me that Melissa was there to see me, even as Anna and I were still recovering from playing just minutes before.
I told Anna to cover up—to pull her panties up and button up, quickly! She looked at me with a horrified look in her eyes. "Someone is coming?!"
"Yes," I said, "It's Melissa. I think she wants me to write her a letter of recommendation for law school."
"What?? Tell her to get lost! Are you crazy?"
And I should have asked to Melissa to leave. I should have stepped outside the office, pulled myself together and told her to come back the next day because I was just called to an unexpected meeting. She would have smiled, turned on her heel, and been on her merry way.
But...
But I couldn't.
And I didn't.
Because somewhere in the darkest part of my mind, I wanted Melissa to smell the aroma of sex in my office.
I wanted Melissa to look at her roommate sitting on my couch and know instantly that Anna had just taken me in her mouth. I wanted Melissa to know that just a few minutes earlier, Anna had been moaning as I pushed myself back and forth, across her tongue, just a bit deeper with each thrust.
And that Anna loved it.
I wanted Melissa to imagine the sounds, the squealing that had just come from her roommate's pretty mouth.
I wanted Melissa to understand that Anna had begged me to do this, and, in her imagination, I wanted Melissa to hear those desperate words, to hear Anna pleading for her Professor to "please... please...use...my...mouth."
I wanted Melissa to know that only 10 minutes earlier, I had been throbbing with intense pleasure, filling Anna's warm, beautiful mouth.
And that a few drops had spilled from the corner's of Anna's mouth onto her pretty white breasts, covered in goose bumps and capped by hard pink nipples.
And that Anna had loved it so much that she had an orgasm, as she touched herself while her professor used her mouth for his pleasure, her head moving rhythmically to thrusts, her fingers moving rhythmically to her own desperate grinding.
In the back of my mind, I wanted Melissa to know this. And to be excited by this...
So I invited Melissa into the office.
It is fascinating to watch the face of a person, and try to read their mind as their expression changes. It is remarkable to see the courteous face they put forth to the world melt gradually first into surprise, then into recognition, and finally into complete understanding.
I kept my eyes on Melissa as she peeked into my office.
She saw her roommate sitting on my couch with her clothes just a little rumpled, her lipstick just a little smudged, her mascara just a little runny, her eyes just a little dazed, and her face just a little redder than it should have been on this lovely, cool day in October.
Stopping short in the doorway, Melissa looked a bit confused as soon as she saw Anna. "Oh! Anna!
What are you.....?" Melissa stammered, her eyes darting quickly from Anna to me, to Anna, and back to me. "What is....Am I...?"
