I became a professor of English at a small New England college for four reasons: 1, I had a lifelong love of literature; 2, I knew that being a college professor was a job where you did not have to work very hard and yet were very well paid; 3, I loved New England.
That's only three reasons, isn't it? Okay, here's number 4: I saw it as a way to sample beautiful young female flesh. Many of the young ladies were away from home and the domination of their parents for the first time—and were looking to exert their independence. I was able to give them that opportunity, During the 35 years I worked at the college before retirement, I guess I sampled 35 or 40 nubile young ladies. I tried not to sample more than one a year so that jealousy would not rear its ugly head, and I usually tried to do it only with seniors, so they would be gone at the end of the year. I invariably went after the prettiest ones in the most imaginative and varied of ways, and as I have indicated, I met with a great deal of success.
There is no question that the smartest one I sampled for almost a full school year was Alexandra-- and for one of the most unusual reasons. Alexandra, or "Alex" as she liked to be called, looked a lot like the young Bo Derek, with blonde tawny hair, a perfect figure and blue eyes. Alex came from a rich Boston family. Her father owned one of the biggest law firms in Boston, and there is no question that Alex was headed for a comfortable career in the law. She was planning to enter Yale Law School after she graduated form our small but expensive college. I had taught Alex in Freshman English, and now as a senior, she was taking British and American Poetry, which I also taught.
"Could I see you today after all your classes are over?" she asked me one day about a month after school started.
"Sure. Why don't you stop in my office around four."
"Okay."
I had no idea what she wanted to see me about, but it was always a pleasure to look on her, so I didn't question it.
She entered my office at four and sat in the chair across from desk. She was wearing the traditional college garb of designer jeans and a gray sweatshirt with the name of the college on it.
"I have a request to make," she said, " And I have to warn you: It's a very unusual request."
"Okay, fire away."
"When I graduate from here, I'm going to enter Yale Law School as you know. And when I take and pass my bar, I'm going to work at my father's firm. In the meantime, he sends me a generous monthly stipend, so money is never going to be a problem with me."
"You're very lucky."
" I know." She took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I've decided I want to have a baby. Of my own."
"I would imagine that you would want to get a husband then."
"I don't want a husband. Most of the men I meet are stupid and shallow and only interested in you-know-what. I just want a baby."
"How do you plan to do that?"
"Well, I want his father to be very smart."
"That's a good idea."
"And you're the smartest man on campus; everyone knows that."
"I'm flattered."
She looked me directly in the eye. "Would you be willing to be my sperm donor? I know from the bio on you that you're a widower, so there wouldn't be any problem with it upsetting a spouse."
I laughed. "You've go to be kidding. That's the most unusual request I've had in the thirty years I've been here."
"I'm not kidding. I've thought long and hard about it, and I would like you to be the donor if you're willing. I would be glad to sign a legal paper saying that you are responsible in no financial or legal way for the child's upbringing. You wouldn't even have to see him or her."
I looked at her.
"I would even be willing to pay you for your services if you want, or make a donation to your favorite charity."
I thought about it for a minute. A plan was beginning to form in my head. After all, who wouldn't want to fuck the young Bo Derek?
"All right," I said, "I'll tell you my fee. Fifty thousand dollars."
She sat up. "My God, I was thinking more along the lines of five hundred or a thousand dollars. I don't have that kind of money."
I smiled. "Then I have another offer to make. In my thirty years here, I have never slept with a student (which of course was an outright lie), and this is not a question of sex for grades, since you're my smartest student. This would simply be me doing you a favor. But I would want something in return, and what I want in return is for you to get pregnant in the good old-fashioned way."
She looked at me with surprise. "You want to have sex with me."
"Yes. You're a very beautiful woman. And as you say: There's no adultery involved."
She looked down as she thought about it. Then she looked up. "It might take a couple of times. We would have to do it during my monthly fertile period."
