This story is the grey area between reality and imagination. Some of it happened; some, I wish had happened. This being my maiden attempt, it would take some time to reach the sexual content. Also, the category would shift as my story proceeds – it could be Loving Wife or Erotic Coupling. As of now, I begin my Romance!
'Beautiful!' I murmured, half-aloud, looking at her, my lovely student.
Her back was turned to me, as she wrote some detail on the white-board about the study material assigned to her. I gazed longingly at her petite figure; 5'3" lean frame with boyish ass.
"What, Sir?," she turned her face and caught my gaze. Oh, those beautiful eyes! It took a couple of seconds for me to come back to my senses, and avoid saying "You, dear Deepthi."
Instead, I pointed to certain pictures in the textbook open in front of me, on the desk. "Here, these diagrams and the accompanying text describe this subject so beautifully."
A bit of background needed at this point. I am in my early 40s, a doctor, happily married; recently joined a teaching Institute. The PostGraduate students would be assigned to individual Professors for mentoring. And so she came into my life. Married, in her early 30s, pretty Deepthi. Right from the start, her eyes seemed to touch base with me. Never had I experienced this feeling since marriage. My mentoring role brought us closer. She was generally the shy type. To me, she started opening up about her domestic issues – husband not caring, in-law trouble etc. The proverbial shoulder to cry on was mine. That much was fine. But the nature of our relation seemed to change gradually. Professor - student lines were getting blurred. Her smile, her eyes, the tone of her voice: all so innocent, yet captivating. I also began to realize that these attributes seemed to be reserved for me. There was a subtle, yet definite, come-hither feel in her looks and voice. Was I imagining things? Was I entertaining wrong thoughts at this age?!
