students.”
“What, you actually think that is normal?” I asked her calmly.
I noticed Samantha looking at me and smiling at me, looking pleased. I pretended not to notice and I actually felt myself getting hard: Wow, I felt good in my dominant role when it came to the topic of sex. My Alpha male yearnings were completely sated that night. I fucked the most fuckable student at college (Wow I fucked her good!), I was provoking a socially acceptable coordinator of a non-government organization, and I managed to get the hot lawyer from the ministry of finances horny. What a night!
The conversation of (non)normality of sex between professors and female students stretched on, and I only said something about it occasionally. Here and there I would exchange a few words with Samantha or Samy (she told me to call her that). We exchanged a few smiles but I just kept thinking about Madeleine.
Chapter 7: Home visit
“Professor? Sorry to be bothering you. I lost my keys. Until my parents get back, I can’t leave my apartment, and they will be back tomorrow afternoon. Will it be unpleasant for me to ask you to come to my place?” I was reading the text Josephine sent me.
I wasn’t surprised that she knew my number. All of the students had it but the invitation to come to her place scared me a bit. Madeleine had certainly told her what happened between us. This wasn’t any fucking term paper; Josephine was calling me for sex. Who saw professors going to revise term papers in their student’s apartments? I was confused again. I was dominating in the crowd from my generation. I was surrounded by people that were on my intellectual and experience level, but I didn’t know how to handle the ones I was supposed to be leading into life.
I looked at the text. It was custom to answer it and accept her proposal to prove to myself that I didn’t make any difference between my students. I also wanted to prove to Madeleine that I don’t discriminate against people who are different from me. That is exactly what I should do. I needed to prove to Madeleine that although we fucked, I still had to act on confirming my lessons about respecting difference and different people.
In reality, I felt a cramp form in my stomach just by thinking about the bracelet around Josephine’s ankle. I decided to accept the game and answered: “OK Josephine. Send me your address.”
“King Hills street, number 27. It is across from central fountain. Third floor. The front doors are on the left side of the elevator. Thank you very much in advance. Josephine!” The response came immediately like it was prepared, or I just wished it had already been prepared, and that it wasn’t just part of the game or games they played. I didn’t participate in them but in fact I very much wanted to be a part of them. Somehow it seemed less painful to have someone lure me into those games, as if that would diminish my responsibility. If I entered them. I would enter with just a small part of me and that would be the animal, natural part. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to have casual sex with pretty, horny students and young girls?
I left the faculty building. It was a very nice night and the soft wind carried the scent from a tree along the alley. The scent soothed me and lifted my adrenalin levels at the same time. I opened the doors of my recently bought Audi. The thought of me finally getting one of my wishes granted, namely buying the car I wanted, went through my head. I remembered the movie Crash, which I used to look at with my ex-girlfriend. We stopped watching it in the middle, having come to a conclusion that a work of art doesn’t have to be filled with violence and sex scenes and by a bizarre and perverted way of connecting a car crash and sex. I was asking myself if I was changing personally and if I was giving up the firm beliefs I always had.
My train of thought was interrupted by the wonderful voice of a determined woman.
“ The professor is working really hard and it looks like he is going to continue working.” Samy was standing behind me.
“Oh, good evening!” I smiled politely and extended my hand to her.
I looked into her eyes and barely contained myself from looking into her wonderful cleavage. She was wearing a light spring dress that showed all of the charms of Samy’s curves. She was classy, beautiful, not so flashy and very sexy. Her long lovely legs were on high heels and there was a lock of hair that fell over her face and was touching the edge of her cleavage. It was purely erotic! “Not at all like those sluts,” I thought to myself, which immediately raised the question automatically: Why sluts? Why not just one slut, Madeleine?
“I went to the hotel to have dinner with some friends. I don’t know why, but I thought it would be interesting if you came with me.” She spoke calmly and showed interest but also to try to remove the notion that some distance was necessary (we only just recently met each other that night in the pub).
“How did you know I was here?”
“Jack told me. He says that you barely leave the faculty building.”
“Ah, Jack…” I said, just to say something. “I’m sorry, Samy, but I already have something scheduled.”
“With a student? Ha ha ha…” She laughed and covered her lips with long finger. “I’m sorry; I’m kidding… actually that is something Jack would say.”
“Yes, he is a crazy character.” I laughed too. “But… we can take a rain check.”
“Okay! Have a nice night.” She extended her hand and I got mild goose bumps from her touch.
With a gracious walk, Samy went to the hotel. I looked at her, confused. “How are we going to speak? I don’t have your phone number?”
“I took your phone number from the faculty. I hope you don’t mind?” She turned around and smiled.
“No, no… It’s okay. You have a good night too.”
She waved her hand without turning around. I looked after her. I asked myself what was happening to me. What did I do to attract women this much? Where was I going? If I was with Madeleine, where did the idea that her friend wanted the same thing came from? Samy maybe just wanted to get to know me better. I sat in my car and drove to Josephine’s place on autopilot.
“Hello, professor. Thank you so much for this!” Josephine opened the door and motioned with her hand for me to come inside.
“Good evening, Josephine,” I said quietly and looked at her.
She looked like she was about to make a homemade porn movie. She had her makeup on and it was very discrete, but she had accentuated the beauty of her eyes, long eyelashes and lips that I wanted to lick momentarily. I stood there and waited for her to tell me where to go and shamelessly kept looking. She licked her lips and threw her hair behind her left shoulder.
“Please follow me and excuse the mess in my room. I’ll take care of that immediately.”
I followed her and admired the beauty of her long shapely legs. The bracelet was at its place around her ankle. Her skin was smooth and her ass was barely covered by her short orange mini skirt.
“Please sit down. I’ll just pick up these little things from the floor.” She knelt down and started to pick up the scripts and books with one hand. “You know, I like to sit on the floor while I study.”
I didn’t say anything and just kept admiring her beauty. I took a deep breath and wanted to let her know how horny I was. I lit a cigarette.
“The ashtray is on the shelf. I will also bring us some coffee. Would you like a drink?” She stood in front of me holding the books she had picked up. Her breasts were larger than I thought and her nipples were shamelessly showing off through her dress. One of her straps slipped down her shoulders.
“Some soda if you have any.” I laughed looking at her bare shoulder.
“Oh, sorry.” She laughed back, looked at the strap of her dress and walked out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”
She came back with two glasses of orange juice.
“You left that teddy bear by the couch,” I told her, totally relaxed.
“Ouch…” She reached to get it, bending at the waist. Her dress lifted and uncovered white panties, the edges of which cut her beautifully shaped ass cheeks. “I still sleep with it. It looks like your student is still pretty childish.” She placed the toy on her tits.
“Just sleep?” I looked at her with a question on my face.
“What do you mean?” She kept smiling.
“Teddy bears from childhood can be used for a few other things.” I decided to cut to the chase and point the
