Back to College

Back to college

In my teens and 20s when all my friends were going to college, I tried it for a few semesters. I wasn't ready for more school. I decided to stop going. I started a business and was lucky and worked successfully for the last 30 years. My wife had been after me for years to go back and finish my degree. I always acknowledged her saying, "I'd get around to it." I finally took some online classes and did well. I was usually the oldest student by at least a decade, often 2-3. I keep myself in good shape. I gave up on my hair and shaved it off years ago, but otherwise everything works well. In school, I make it a point to be respectful of all the young women. I could easily be a dirty old man if I don't watch myself. I know that 20-something women don't want me flirting or even making my innuendo-filled jokes with them when we communicate online for some of our assignments. So, I rein it in. But with the professors, I let my regular personality out a bit. I have always liked smart women, and college professors were exactly the right combination to get my imagination working.

My wife and I have a regular sex life, emphasis on regular. How I wound up here is a story for another time. I'm sensual, sexual, and experimental. I like edging, which makes my wife angry, and I'm kind of game for anything my partner and I can think of to do together. As much as I've tried with my wife over the last 18 years, she only likes one thing one basically one way. Missionary or very occasionally she will get on top. She is always willing and has a healthy appetite, but only for missionary. She doesn't like oral, giving, or receiving. Other positions don't do anything for her, hates kissing. I tried sex toys, but she didn't like them. I am not allowed to touch her butthole. She really hates flirty talk, sexting, foreplay-- all the stuff I really enjoy but don't really get to do with her. I've read all the books and tried all the things. I think she might be sexually on the autism spectrum. We have a good relationship, we're great friends, and agree on pretty much everything, but sex to her means me on top and her focusing on an orgasm, which she has quite easily. When we're done, she's like a guy-- that's it. Several years ago, I started to complain, and we worked out some compromises. I'm allowed to flirt, text, phone call, etc., with other women; she seems okay with it because it means I don't try to bother her with it. She just doesn't want to hear anything about it. She never asks who I'm talking to, never looks at my phone, never asks about my female friends other than how they are. It's been weird to try to explain to other women that I have this arrangement. But it has worked occasionally with an open-minded few.

Online classes are pretty solitary, mostly except for the weekly online text discussions in some classes, but some professors have office hours on Zoom. I learned that most of the students don't bother to show up to these, so often I'm the only one chatting with the professors. Even better when they are smart, sexy, age-appropriate women. This semester I needed a science course. I thought astronomy sounded interesting. Astronomy 101, Professor Joan Carr. At the first posted office hours, Wednesday 2-3 p. m., I am in my home office. I waited in the Zoom lobby for the meeting to start. I hear a little "ding" and her camera comes to life. She's attractive, with curly light brown hair pinned back with one curl escaping, hanging to the side of her friendly face, wearing glasses. I guess she is about 4-5 years younger than me. She has a nice smile. We chit chat and talk about the upcoming course. I have some questions about the mechanics of studying the stars online. We spend an hour talking about all sorts of things. Trading some bad jokes about Uranus and black holes. She's very cool. She has a good sense of humor, is definitely not uptight, and gives as good as she gets with the lewd jokes. I thank her for her time. I say I'll see her next week.

She smiles and says "I look forward to it."

Another week goes by, and the next Wednesday I'm waiting and she pops on. She's in an office, it looks like it is on campus. There's a desk, a chair, and some books. She's curvy and sexy. I can see she has nice breasts. Her hair is down.

She says "I got your assignment. Good job. Grades aren't out yet, but you got an A."

"Thanks. I won't tell anyone that you play favorites," I say, smiling with a wink.

She laughs. We talk about kids, relationships, and painting her dining room, which she is currently in the middle of. I awkwardly explain my situation and that I'm allowed to flirt. She looks skeptical but nods. She has a kid who just went off to college. Mine is a year younger. She is divorced, about 4 years ago. Being bold, I ask what the fraternization policy with professors and students is, particularly older students.

She says, "I don't know, it's never come up before."

I say, "Well, you never know what might pop up."

She raises an eyebrow and says, "I see" rather seriously.

I think, "Oh crap, did I just cross a line?"

Then she quickly smiles and says, "Or I might like to see."

I feel a little tingle. "Well, maybe we can do something about that," I say.

"Maybe we can," she says. "Astronomy involves seeing big things at a distance. I'm good at that."

I actually blush a little. And my shorts get a little tighter and less comfortable. As I'm trying to think about what to do or say next, she says, "I have to go. I have a meeting. Catch you next week?"

I stammer, "Definitely."

Weeks slide by. I think about Prof. Carr quite a bit, and I look forward to our Wednesday chats. She seems to also. We have graduated to some flirting, talking about things we like. We've had a couple of surprisingly candid discussions about sex. She enjoys my most sophomoric "That's what she said" or "The name of your sex tape" type of comments and slips in her own frequently.

About week 8 of our 16-week semester, we have a bit of a routine going. I'm on Zoom, in my office waiting. Zoom comes on, and she's in her office as usual. Neatly dressed, her hair is down. Sitting in her office chair as usual. We chat, and she tells me I got an A on the midterm.

I say "I've been thinking about the course and studying".

She says, "I can tell, your work is clear and your responses are smart. I like that."

I say "thanks."

"I sometimes will share something special for an exceptional student, like some cool NASA photos or one of my amateur astronomy pictures. I have something for you today if you'd like."

I say "Sure, you want to do a screen share or?"

She pulls her blouse open. I hadn't realized it was unbuttoned. I stammer, caught completely by surprise. She's wearing a red lace bra. She has nice round breasts. Her hair is down around her shoulders. She takes her glasses off. I feel a stirring in my shorts.

She says, "Are you okay?"

I say, "What's better than okay?"

She laughs and wiggles her shoulders and breasts. She says, "I think I caught you off guard."

I say yes.

She giggles and says, "Good, you seemed like you'd enjoy a surprise. You've been a good student, so I thought a break would be nice."

I realize I'm staring with my mouth open. I say, "Sorry, I wasn't expecting to see the Milky Way so clearly, it's hard to wrap my head around."

"Hmm," she purrs, "how hard?"

I'm shivering with excitement. "As hard as it gets."

"Want to do some show and tell with the teacher?" She asks.

I ask her to wait while I readjust my laptop so the camera can see more of me. She can see my now bulging cock through my shorts.

She says, "Nice galactic bulge, aren't those shorts too tight?"

"They are now," I say. "I was thinking about taking them off."

"Good idea," she says.

I slip off my shorts. My hard cock can now move more freely in my boxer briefs, but they are still tight enough to hold it back, the top 1/3 visible out the top of the waistband.

"Oh, that looks more comfortable, but those poor briefs don't look like they are doing a great job holding things back."

As she's talking, she moves back and tilts her camera down, and hikes up her skirt. I can see her thighs. She's curvy, hips, thighs 100% woman. I find her super sexy. Her legs spread slightly; I can see the red crotch of her panties. She leans back on one arm and touches her breast.

I say, "I see you are having similar trouble with that bra."

She smiles and reaches to the front and unclasps it, freeing her very large, very round, very beautiful breasts.

"You're right, that is better," she says.

"Interesting, I thought the full moon was next week," we both chuckle.

She's rubbing her breasts, pinching large nipples which are standing straight up. I can't take it. I reach down and squeeze my throbbing cock through my underwear. I let out a slight groan.

"Oh, does that feel good? I bet it does. I can just imagine what it feels like. You know what would help me imagine?"

"I think so," I pull my waistband down so she can see my hard cock.

She flashes a smile, "mmm, the big dipper, that looks yummy, lots to play with."

My cock is standing straight up, throbbing. I'm getting really turned on.

I ask, "What would you do with it?"

"Oh, so many things pop into my mind," as she squeezes one of her breasts and slides one hand between her legs. I start to stroke my cock slowly, as she starts to wiggle her hips a little while her fingers are slowly rubbing either side of her crotch through her panties. I can see her fingers spread and red fabric between them.

She stops for a moment and repositions her camera closer, "there, can you see a little better?"

All I manage to say is "Ungh."

She laughs and then a sharp inhale. It sounds like she's getting more aroused. I'm right there with her.

I say, "Your pussy looks yummy, I'd love to put my face between your legs and tease you with my tongue."

She arches her back and does another sharp inhale. She's rubbing her pussy a little more vigorously now. I wiggle my hard cock at her, and she scooches a little closer like she is going to reach out and touch it. I'm stroking my cock,

"I'd love to look down and see your head between my legs, feel your tongue slipping between my lips, teasing my clit. That sounds so hot I'd like to take that hard cock of yours in my mouth and lick you. I bet I could make you moan."

"Mmm." I say. "Those panties must be getting pretty wet right now."

"They're soaked. You don't mind if I slip them off, do you?"

"I encourage it."

She lifts her hips and slides one side then the other down and lets them drop out of frame. She spreads her legs, and I can see her pussy clearly now. Light brown pubes framing bright red, swollen lips.

"That looks like a hungry pussy. I'd like to feed it some hard cock."

She moans and starts rocking her hips in time while stroking with her hand. I'm rubbing my cock in time, but I'm taking little breaks because I'm getting really excited. I hear her breath get a little faster as she rubs herself. I can hear her wet skin under her hands. I imagine smelling her as I taste her sweet, salty juices. I see her slip a finger in as she rubs. She starts to moan. She slips another finger in, rocking her hips faster. Now 3 fingers. I can see her hand and her pussy glistening.

"Oh yeah, imagine my hard cock sliding inside you, spreading your hot, wet little pussy open."

"Mmm, fill me up with your cock. I want it."

"I'm getting super turned on." I say.

"Me too," she says. "Let me see your coronal mass ejection, squirt it my way."

I rub my cock and aim my stream towards the camera.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I like, oh yeah." As she slips one more finger in and grunts as she cums. She shows me her wet fingers and says, "Look what you did, you made me all wet, you naughty boy."

"Um, sorry, not sorry, Professor."

We both laugh and sit naked and throbbing in afterglow for a couple of minutes. After we catch our breath, we chat a bit about how nice this was.

I say, "Same time next week?"

She says, "You know I have keys to the little observatory here on campus no one is in there during the day. You could come see it."

"Sounds like an opportunity for extra credit on the Big Bang. How is this time next week?"