While working at a University, I began taking a few courses in the evening which interested me. Having a Masters in engineering, these classes were usually the polar opposite in the liberal arts field, just for fun. The people I met were very different and amusing from those I worked with on a daily basis. As an example, I helped an art school professor with a photo editing program she was having problems with. Most of her photos were of herself and others nude. She pointed out one nude subject was her husband. She told me that she would love to photograph me and her husband together for the contrast. He is much shorter with darker hair and skin. She also warned that her husband has a tendency to become erect while being photographed. She proved her point showing me a multitude of pics where he was indeed sportin wood. I took her card, sounds like it might be fun.
Most of the professors are not quite that interesting, but many of the students make up for it. I was about ten years older than a majority of the other students. These young girls had a tendency to dress sexier and much more scantily than in my day. One of the graduate students that I found sexy, Carla, was rather flirtatious with me and we ended up dating. She was a student teacher, desiring to become a professor herself. Our relationship continued to grow and it has been marvelous. She is smart, pretty, and always in the mood to make love.
In an undergraduate class, I sat in the back enjoying the young scenery. They were too young, but well worth looking at. One very pretty girl who liked teasing me with her big titties, ended up being a friend's daughter. Once we figured this out, she teased me even more, brushing her breasts across my arm. Beside me in the class sat a young man, John, who exhibited a bit of a feminine flair. Years earlier I would have stereotyped him as gay. As it did not matter either way, we became friends without it being an issue or of any concern.
About mid-way through the semester, I spent Friday night at Carla's apartment, this led to lovemaking through the night and the following Saturday. Come late afternoon we were still in our bath robes, following a shower together, when the doorbell rang. As Carla opened the door, she found John standing there. John was in the class which she was a teaching assistant. She had promised to look over a writing assignment and offer suggestions. Though forgotten, she turned to retrieve his paper, while I invited him in.
Not in class, and likely due to a joint or two, John was much funnier and out going. Carla mentioned to me previously that she went to a night club one evening with a gay friend, who she thought I knew. Turns out her friend was John. While Carla reviewed her suggestions to John, I noticed that her robe was hanging open for him to see her lovely breasts. He did look a couple of times, but he spent more time gazing towards my robe which upon closer inspection was slightly open exposing one testicle. Amused, I did not bother correcting this and became even more amused as he was calling Carla his T and A, short for "teaching assistant" but obviously dripping with dual meaning.
As they finished up, I handed each of them a glass while I opened a bottle of wine, inviting him into the living room. Apparently already a bit buzzed, John loosened up more. He was very funny and suggestive. He whined to Carla that he had spent half the semester sitting beside me in hopes of getting laid, but she stole me away. As Carla bent over in front of us pouring more wine, he complimented her, "If I was not gay, I would be all over that sexy ass." Slapping it lightly as only a gay man could get away with in front of a girl's boyfriend.
