Story 1 - Janice
My anticipation was unbearable as my lecture drew to a close. The evening night class that I taught as a part time lecturer at university came after a very long day at my full time job, so I was exhausted and edgy. The class of 60 or so students slowly filed out of the classroom, with a few people hanging on to ask questions about the lecture. This was the part that drove me crazy, as many of the questions were simply asking me to repeat that I had already said in the lecture. It was with a mix of annoyance and relief then that I watched the last student leave, and the classroom fall silent. I loved this moment at night. At 10pm, the campus was quiet. Our class was in one of the more remote, older buildings at the university, on the very top floor. With the lights dimmed, you had an amazing view of the city lights.
As I prepared to leave, she appeared. She was one of the reasons I had been feeling so edgy. Lets call her Janice. Janice was an ex-student of mine from a few years ago. She was a mature student who I would estimate was around 40 - about 5 years younger than me. She was a foreign student from South Korea, and was very tall and slender. She was dressed casually in jeans and a light fitting blouse, with a leather jacket that fit her slim frame perfectly. It was a nice contrast to the suit I always wore with a dress shirt, no tie. At 5'6, she was slightly shorter than my 6 foot, lean frame. Her hair was dark brown, much like my own, and fell to her shoulders. We both had children of the same age. She was divorced and a single mother, whereas I was married and ethically non monogamous.
She swung the door of the classroom open, and sauntered over to me with a coffee she was still nursing. "Hey" she said in a friendly voice as she sat down next to me on a desk at the front of class. I say she made me edgy because I never quite knew when she would appear. We both had busy lives, and our arrangement had largely been one of online flirting up to this point. Something about her drove me wild though, and I always felt intoxicated with excitement when she was nearby.
Janice always looked so serious. In fact, even when she was a student, I teased her all the time to smile more and relax. She always struck me as stressed. Our flirting began innocently enough through social media chat. Only after she finished my class, of course. I would frequently talk with her while travelling for work, and one night I confessed how very attractive I found her. Even as we mutually flirted, she seemed unnecessarily serious. She reminded me of a very hot, younger version of my high school librarian, with a serious side that I loved the challenge of corrupting.
Janice sat next to on a long desk at the front of the classroom. As we chatted, her eyes held my gaze till it was almost uncomfortable. She would eventually break the stare, and look away laughing nervously. I loved how timid and nervous she appeared with me. I loved having her alone all to myself. My finger reached over and began to stroke her hand as we talked. When she reached out and took my hand in hers, my heart skipped a beat, like a nervous teenager on a first date. I tilted my head towards her and kissed her on the lips. I was so nervous about how she would react and respond, so I was relieved and so tuned on when she returned my kiss. Her lips were so soft, and as we kissed, I was getting so hot from the blended aftertaste of coffee mixed with toothpaste on her breath.
