My second affair came three years after my first. Her name was Emily and, like Sarah, was a student of mine at a small, Midwestern, liberal-arts college. I am anxious to recount my stories accurately as a record of this important but secret side of my life. I need to tell someone, so thank you for reading.
I ended my relationship with Sarah abruptly and painfully. As I stated in that story, I chose the woman I married over the woman loved. I quickly fell into depression. I hated my life. I cried a lot. I wallowed in self-pity. I wasn't suicidal but once on the way into work some asshole was texting and crossed right into my lane. I never swerved but instead just relaxed my grip on the wheel and accepted my fate. He jerked the wheel at the last minute and missed my truck by inches.
Three years passed and I was still miserable in my personal life but it hid that fact from everyone. Anyone that knew me would have told you how happy I was, how perfect my life was. But on the inside my guts where churning. I had promised myself I would never have another affair. But then Emily came along. She was a transfer student from another college, where she had pursued an unrelated major. At 27, she was older than the average student and almost 13 years my junior. In the fall, she was just another face in the large introductory class I teach but each semester, I teach another class that includes a weekend camping experience and is required for all students in the Environmental Studies degree. Emily took that class in the spring semester.
April can be a challenging month to camp where I live, but I remember this particular weekend was bone dry with a perfect amount of chill in the air. That was an added blessing since I had been unable to find a student aide to assist with the class. Friday evening ended with us all sitting around a campfire, formally introducing ourselves and sharing stories. As students excused themselves for their tents, the circle got smaller until there were only a few of us left around the burning embers. With a big sigh, Emily stood up and said, "Time for me to call it a night. See you all in the morning. Good night, Jay."
As she walked behind me, she laid her hand on my back and slid it across from one shoulder to the other. I jumped. I was not expecting to be touched and by the time I turned my head, the contact was over and she was walking away, to her tent. Was that an invitation? I concluded it was. I reevaluated Emily as I watched her disappear into the darkness.
Emily was 5' 5" tall and best described as "curvy". I am not trying to be insulting here, but I do want to report this honestly. She wasn't thin however I would never describe her as fat. As I came to learn, she was a runner, so her frame was built on a solid chassis. Her black hair was wavy and didn't reach her wide shoulders. Those shoulders framed some very large breasts (Later she told me the boys in middle school teased her and called her "Dee Dee"). Her middle tapered and her waist flared out, but not as wide as her shoulders. Her short legs were strong. She hiked long and hard, just like she fucked. I can still imagine those ankles locked around me as she drew me into her sloppy wet pussy... But I am getting ahead of myself.
The physical feature that attracted me the most was her face. She had intelligent eyes that sparkled when she talked. Her smile and laugh were contagious and devilish. She had a biting sense of humor that betrayed her New York City upbringing. I sat at that campfire for an hour after the last student left, watching the coals burn to nothing and thought about her "offer". What if I misread that and she was just being friendly? What excuse could I come up with for waking her up? And most importantly, was I ready to begin another affair? I decided against action and reluctantly made my way to my tent to jerk off and get some sleep.
The schedule for the next day was a simple one. After breakfast, we were to hike up to the overlook and complete a journaling activity before heading back to camp. Then it was free time until dinner and a quick service project before roasted marshmallows around the fire.
Emily gave no further signals that I caught and by the top of the mountain, I was convinced I had misread the situation. But by then it was too late. I had already imagined all the things I would like to do to her. I hiked with a half hard cock and a slight buzz in my head. By the end of the hike, we were all sweating but smiling. It was a challenging hike and we were rightfully proud of ourselves. I grabbed a quick nap before dinner and then got a cook fire going. By this time in the trip, I am usually a hot dirty mess. I enjoy the chores that go along with camping and split my share of the firewood. And at 40, I was in good physical shape. No one would accuse me of being a professional athlete or body builder but I do have muscular arms and a chest to match. Couple that with my hiking legs, and I can hold my own in the gym or on the track.
After dinner, our service project was to clear an area of dead limbs and burn the pile. Perhaps not the most environmentally friendly project, but the students were looking forward to the resulting bonfire and it was what the managing agency wanted. Everyone pitched in to create the pile but after a half hour of burning, most of the students had wandered off to the smaller campfire or their tents. I was left with four students, all female. None of them made a move to tend the fire, so I made it my responsibility. I shifted logs and added more branches. In the fading light, nothing was visible outside of our lit area. I sweat as I moved the wood and my face and arms became smudged black with soot.
I did not know it at the time, but at least three of the four women that sat there around that fire were only there to watch me work. How do I know that? They told me, eventually. Emily was there, of course and so were the two students that were to later become my third and fourth affairs (stories for another day). Holly was the only one who I did not end up in a relationship with and as I recall, did most of the talking.
At the time, I was still trying to determine if Emily was interested in me or not. As I worked, I rolled one of the logs closer to the center of the fire and in doing so, sent ash into the air. I was too close and unable to close my eyes in time. God how that stings! Eyes watering, I made my way over to the girls. Holly was telling another story that everyone was politely listening to. I picked up my water bottle and sat down next to Emily.
"Will you flush the soot out of my eyes?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah. Sure, Jay", she replied. I laid on my back next to her as she sat cross legged, unscrewing the cap to my water bottle. I held my eyes open, one at a time, as she poured the water over them.
Romantic? Well, I thought so. I certainly caused my cock to stir. With one of her hands on the water bottle, that left her other to cradle my face gently. There is something nurturing about rendering first aid to another that I find attractive and it was not lost on me that the roles were now reversed from my first affair with Sarah.
Emily held my face with her hand under my chin and her arm sweeping up the left side as she sat looking upside down at me. Soon, my eyes were clear and I wiped the water away but Emily did not let go. I laid there for what seemed like minutes but must have only been a few seconds enjoying the feel of her against me and basked in her smile. Abruptly, I sat up and thanked her and left the fire to its own devices. We all sat long into the night watching the wood burn down. I stayed sitting next to Emily on the ground, sporting some wood of my own.
Perhaps I flirted a bit with her in the hallways for the last few weeks of the semester, I honestly don't recall. I must have. But that summer we went our separate ways and I didn't see her again until the start of the fall semester. I asked her if she would like to be the student-assistant for me that fall in the aforementioned camping classes. She agreed. The program had seen a large growth in enrollment and I was now teaching three sections of that class each semester.
Our first trip was only a few weekends away and when the date of departure finally arrived, I was still unsure what I was going to do. That first night, I did nothing. Well, I did masturbate to the thought of Emily, but I mean I made no move. It was the second night that I found my nerve.
We had finished dinner and our service project. The project this weekend was a simple one: stack the firewood that had already been dumped and split near the lean-to. We made a game of it and finished pretty quickly. I managed to flirt a little with Emily, grabbing her bicep and telling her it was as hard as the firewood. She laughed heartily at my joke. The sun was setting as we finished and all the students headed to the campfire for a much needed break.
I suggested to Emily that we take a walk around the camping area. She agreed. I led her far off to a mossy spot overlooking the distant campfire. We sat down and talked for a while. Then I stretched out on my back and invited her to feel the soft mat of vegetation for herself. She laid down next to me, both of us staring at the stars peeking through the tree tops. My heart pounded. Surely she could hear it, I thought.
After a few minutes I rolled onto my side towards her. "Can I tell you something?" I whispered.
"Of course", she said without moving.
