This is about the powerful elder women of keystone institutions. They are in all the departments of the universities. They will always ensure that there are interesting groups to attend and programs to run. One of the old gray professors is single and lonely so they talk her into going to help them run music theory or ensemble, she never did figure out which. But that night, there was a pianist there who had center stage. They dragged her to that, too, as a reward, she supposed, for being so servile. Many people wanted to meet him, but her friends made sure that it was only her.
All the women praised his performance simultaneously, speaking at once. Flowers appeared in his hands. Bright impressionist colors and mild fragrances. This gang of silver haired gals kind of rushed him off the stage right after the aplomb. They ushered him into a long dark hall where the Director of the Department had been pacing nervously for the last few minutes. They were introduced and abruptly left alone amid shadows and silence.
This struck a deep nerve with him. The old crones knew what made people run. Her character was such that did not allow for social distinction. Humility and confidence aroused great respect in him. Behind her desk, she was a shy pudgy little woman. Her mother always told her that she will get nowhere on looks. This made her feel angry yet determined. The fact was that she actually had a very cute little round face. These days her ugly mug was chis-crossed with wrinkles. It also made her feel like she was not worth sharing her life with someone or that she did not need a companion or something along those lines. She managed to smile into the mirror after putting on makeup. She hated her moon face but people seemed to find her attractive. Tonight, she had nothing to lose except maybe some respect with her friends. They wanted her to show more determination or force in her administration skills when such was needed. They also made it abundantly clear that the academy cougars all pitched in to make this opportunity possible. The meeting with the young professor was one thing but they really set her up with him. She was the first face he saw of authority.
They met each other minutes after the concert was over. Both were elated from the music and the hall. Their heads swimming. She tried blurting out something about what an amazing pianist he was but could not utter a single word.
He was told that her position would have the most consequential effect on his career as a professor. But he was given no information beyond that. Beyond the bare fact that his overlord for the next few years would be this roundish old but cute woman who seemed so thrilled to meet him. If her benevolence was authentic, then there is nothing that he would not do for her.
Thus, he was exceptionally nervous then they first met. She was also very anxious. There was no reason for either to be worried. The two of them were thrown together to see if sparks would fly. He was a middle-aged man with a small body. She was a big old woman much older and taller then her boyfriend. But the old ladies of the Music Academy liked it this way. It was so cute to them. Special relationships like this are quite rare. The two curious strangers feel as if they are of a different species. Yet contact between them feel mutually and undeniably erotic. They might have moaned a little involuntarily.
Putting together lonely people was just something that happened. A lot of odd and highly creative students met with women who had long ago decided they were scholars and stopped looking at men altogether.
She knew that she had to show this composer the campus and spend time with him. She would have to show him affection even though intimacy was alien to her.
They met and hit it off. The two new acquaintances, this young pianist and Ulna, the heavy set professor, even went so far as to meet again, later, to discuss her studies in music styles from around the world. This is how it happened.
He must have been so excited about meeting the director of the entire department. Ulna thought it was adorable how he listened to her every word so intently.
She was the cutest little old lady with a round face and short curly hair. He could easily pick her up and spin her around. She smiled and had adorable wrinkles when she laughed. They chatted there for as long as they dared. They talked effortlessly like they had known each other for years. They finished each others sentences during discussions of musical theory from distant lands.
The first time that happened, they had been sitting down on the campus. He was too close to her anyway but they started laughing together and fell on each other spontaneously. Without another thought they had kissed as if was the most natural thing to do even though the professor was older then his mother. He held her as if in a spell. She wanted him right then and there so badly. Under normal circumstances, she would have let it happen but now she made a continuous effort to control herself. He always thought the faces of grandmothers could be very cute and alluring and her face happened to be exactly his type. He found himself wanting to look at her.
They wanted to continue their encounter but everywhere was public for them. They made such an odd couple. He was young and tall and she was old and little and well known in the area. But they flirted without shame whenever they met each other on campus. It felt like dating again down to holding hands while walking around and hugging on each other despite the looks they would get. It seemed to her that he didn't know how attractive and intelligent he was and she wanted to protect and nurture him and even keep him away from girls younger then herself who would inevitably mislead.
She broke the ice one day surprising even herself and took the next step when they both got off earlier then usual. She simply said, "What are you doing now?"
