Denise played basketball in high school and could always whip me on the court. While she hasn’t played on a team in over 35 years, we do occasionally shoot hoops with the boys and I am always glad to have her on my team.
Recently for Valentine’s Day, I surprised her with a skimpy Lakers uniform which I laid out with the roses and box of chocolates. She knew what to do from there. The day after Valentine’s Day she sent me an email as her professor.
Hi Professor, I need to speak with you at your convenience about my group project. – Denise
Hi Denise, I will be in a conference in DC until Thursday. I could meet you at my office on Friday – Prof L
Unfortunately, we have an away game on Friday and I will be leaving right after class. We have practice Saturday morning. Could we possibly meet after practice? D
Sure, I will be at the University Gym and could see you after my workout. – Prof L
Thank you so much Prof L. See you around 11. – D
Three days later Professor L finished his early morning workout, took a shower, and headed to his office. He was writing thank you notes to the conference facilitators when Denise knocked on the door at 11:30.
“Come in.” Denise entered the room carrying her gym back and notebook. “Sorry for being late. Practice went a bit longer than expected…” It was then that Prof L looked up for the first time from his work. He couldn’t help but notice that Denise was wearing what had to be the skimpiest uniform he had ever seen. She continued, “I really appreciate you meeting with me today. I am sorry if I have made things hard on you. So, I came right over without changing. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Your fine Denise. How was practice?” “It was fine. I just need to work a little more on my ball handling.”
“You mentioned that you had questions about your group project?” “Well yes sir, I did, but it is really about how it has gotten me thinking about doing a Master’s now in human sexuality. I know you are a counselor and the Department Chair so I was hoping you might slide some pearls of wisdom my way that might help me decide what to do next.”
“Sure Denise. The Master of Human Sexuality is a step toward professional qualification in the field of human sexuality and opens the door for a graduate to teach in public schools. We have a great program here at the University. What else would you like to know?”
“Well in our project work I learned that the average age of first sexual encounter in the US is 17. I also learned that the percentage of high schoolers who say they’ve had sex has been dropping for 20 years, and now stands under 50 percent.” “That is my understanding Denise and your point?”
Denise stammers for a moment, “I have two younger sisters and I know that they are sexually active…. I…I…well I am nearly 21 years old and…well…. I have never been with a man.” Denise blushes and her knees move slightly open as she speaks.
“Denise that is perfectly normal. You don’t need to worry about that.” At this point, Professor L is thinking that it might be best to wrap up the conversation. He is beginning to realize that perhaps Denise’s earlier words had been innuendo. Yet he is a man and the beautiful specimen of unexplored sexual energy is sitting before him. Besides Professor L is a young man just a few years her senior and the student does seem to have legitimate interest in the subject. “Is there anything else you would like to share?”
“Actually, there is. I read the required reading assignment you gave out last week on The Role of Masturbation in Healthy Sexual Development. It was very interesting. My middle sister and I share a room when I am home for the weekends. There have been many times I could hear her masturbating.”
“Denise that too is perfectly normal behavior.” “But Professor L, I have never masturbated. Does that mean I am abnormal?” “Heavens no Denise. You are fine. Trust me.” “Well do you masturbate Professor L?” At this point, Professor L knew that the line had been crossed, but seeing those perfect cupcake size tits under the tight uniform he also knew there was no turning back.
“Denise I will just say this that I have noticed that my views towards sex and masturbation over the last couple of years…have become more open-minded. I feel much more comfortable enjoying it rather than feeling guilt because of my religious beliefs.”
“Will you show me Professor L? Will you show me how you masturbate?” “Denise, we shouldn’t be doing this. I am your professor after all.” “You know you want to Professor L and I want to see you do it. I have had thoughts of you since the first day of class. I want you to teach me how to do it to myself, too. You are my teacher after all.” With those words, Denise rises from her chair and takes a step toward Professor L.
“I’ve seen how you look at me in class. You knew from the sex survey we did in class that I was the only student in the class who is still a virgin.” “Denise I had no way of knowing that was you.” “Oh you knew, Professor L. I alluded to the matter many times in class discussion. You know that you want my hot virgin pussy. I bet you lie in bed at night jacking off thinking about these tits and how you would love to fuck me.”
Professor L pushes away from his desk and comes around the desk within arm’s length of Denise…
To be continued. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!