This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and real individuals is coincidence. All characters are over age eighteen.
A mature scientist wants to use me in her science experiment, and I agree
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Winter evenings depress me. By five o'clock it's as dark as ten in the summer, and cold. Being lonely makes it even worse.
I walked along the sidewalk toward my garage apartment with my groceries, looking forward to another meal alone. After that, more school work. Same thing, day in, day out.
I watched a car coming in my direction with its turn signal on. It was heading for the driveway I was about the cross, but I assumed the driver would allow me time to clear out of the way.
I assumed the driver saw me, and I was wrong.
And also lucky. Had I been farther along, the car might have hit me squarely at the knees. As it happened, I jumped back just in time, but fell backwards. In catching my fall, I dropped my shopping bag.
The car stopped and a woman got out. "Oh, I'm so sorry. It's dark and I just didn't see you. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh, no, you're groceries!"
"Oh, it's just my hot soup, bread, and bananas and..." The list went on. She helped me get up and started to clean up my groceries.
"I am so sorry! Shit!"
"It's alright. No need to worry. I'll just be going."
"Wait, was that your dinner?"
"Yeah, it was," I said, finally looking up. Something about her looked familiar. She apparently felt the same and asked, "Oh, you must be Becky's tenant. Remember, we met at her housewarming a few weeks ago."
"Yeah, hi. How are you doing? Professor Allenton, isn't it?" I remembered her name. Professor Elizabeth Allenton, something or other college up north somewhere. She was a friend of my landlady, Becky.
Professor Allenton had one of those faces that made it easy to know what she looked like as a baby. No matter her age, she remained cute. Dimples, bright eyes, kissable lips. Two other things stood out: her silky, bobbed hair, silver with blond streaks; and her big chest. I was attracted to her when we first met at that party and again now, even though it was dark and she had nearly killed me. I remember her checking me out too.
"Listen," Professor Allenton said. "I have some leftovers. Let me at least do that much for you. Or is your girlfriend waiting for you at home?"
"No girlfriend."
"Oh," she said. She seemed surprised, or perhaps delighted. "Well, please come in and I'll take care of you."
She didn't have to beg. "Well, okay. Otherwise it'll be snack bars and crackers and ramen and maybe some paper sack soup."
"Ooooh, we can't have that. Come with me."
When she switched on the lights and took off her coat, I got a better look at her. Alluring. For a woman of her age, which I guessed was somewhere in her fifties, she looked seductive. She had lean legs and a very nice, soft ass. I didn't know if she was a gym rat, but whatever she did, it was working. And that silky hair! She was like a shampoo commercial. It left her neck visible, and I like necks. I began to think that my near death experience might have been a good thing.
"Make yourself at home." She smiled at me like she had at the party a few weeks ago. Then held out her hand toward her couch. "I'll be right back." She walked up the stairs to her room and I watched her go. Stairs weren't invented specifically for ass watching; it's what you might call an unintended benefit. The combination of stairs and Professor Allenton's ample, swinging buns made for quite a show.
I took a deep breath and looked around her living room. You can tell when someone lives alone. They leave things lying around thinking no one will see it. I wasn't at all surprised to see stapled document lying on the coffee table. She's an academic after all. They read and write papers all the time. This one was labelled Experimental Outline. I heard creaks in the ceiling above me from the professor walking around, so I read the first few lines. Something about sexuality in men.
No sooner had I read that much than I heard the professor coming down. What kind of professor was she?
She had changed out of her professor clothing and into a set of matching black tights that showed off her lean legs and perfectly proportioned ass. On top was a loose fitting sweater that kept falling off her shoulder to reveal her low cut black top underneath. None of it could hide her ample chest. And for some reason, she still wore heels, which I found odd, but still enjoyed. The whole outfit was incredibly sexy.
I helped her heat up leftovers and enjoyed watching her move around the kitchen. When it's really dark outside, windows act like mirrors. That's something I don't really think about often, but this time I happened to see her reflection as she leaned around to watch me. She was looking at my ass and silently mouthed, "Wow!" When the opportunity came, I stared at her reflection too. I wonder if she caught me?
During dinner, she smiled a lot at me and looked my way, just like a college girl would. Don't get me wrong, I've slept with a few girls in college, but it was never the way it was with the older women I've been with. There's just something special about mature women. Maybe its the absence of bullshit. By the end of the meal, I was smiling at her too and at one point, we just looked at each other across the table.
We cleaned up the kitchen, all the time smiling at each other. I pulled things off the table and handed them to her. Each time she would smile and laugh. Professor Allenton started the coffee and asked me to sit down. From the couch, I watched her move around in the kitchen. Occasionally, she would look at me and smile. Finally, the coffee was done and she brought two cups out to the couch and sat down in the middle, next to me.
Then she saw her experiment outline document. Professor Allenton flushed and tried to pick it up to take it someplace where I couldn't see it. But she fumbled it, and the paper dropped right on my lap. She was about to grab it but then stopped, not wanting to touch me there.
I pretended nothing awkward was going on and just handed it back to her. But at the same time asked, "What kind of research do you do, Professor?"
"Oh, well I guess you could call it biology. But some just think...well, it's awkward."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, my work falls between psychology and biology."
"Oh," I said.
Professor Allenton sat down again and looked at me. An awkward silence followed. "Many of my colleagues don't approve of my research. Hell, many people in general don't approve."
"What's so controversial about it?" I asked.
