This story is pure fantasy. Events are made-up, and characters are a figment of my imagination. Any resemblance to any person, small animal or hyper-dimensional being is purely coincidental.
This is also my first attempt at erotic fiction. Comments and suggestions will be welcomed.
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David Sojourn was a professor at a small private college in Northeast Ohio. He had been on faculty there for 17 years, and generally loved the environment – the climate, the students, the freedom of action that his work provided. But he hated grading papers. Now it was final exam week of the spring term, and he was in his office grading the exam that he had administered earlier in the day. It was about 7 in the evening; finals were still ongoing in the building but most of the faculty members had gone home unless they were giving an exam or grading in their offices, with the doors closed. There were few students (other than those taking exams) in the building, so there was no traffic in his somewhat remote end of the office corridor. David's finals were done for today. He had grading to do, though, so he was working late. His wife knew not to expect him home early – he always liked to finish each semester as early as possible, to move on to other things, so grading late was common. He kept his own door open, on the off chance that some student would still want questions answered prior to tomorrow's exam.
David was miserable and grumpy in his grading. Some students just DON'T GET IT, he thought, and some of the grades he was issuing had to reflect that fact. As a conscientious teacher he took that lack of understanding personally. He knew many students didn't work hard to learn, which wasn't entirely his fault. Still, he still felt ineffective as a teacher and he felt disrespected by those students who didn't try. So when he heard the knock on the door, he was very glad to see that it was Maddie, not one of the students whose exam he was looking at, come to beg for mercy or some other student come to ask him to reteach the entire effing course on the night before the final.
Her real name was actually Cassandra Louise Madock, but in middle school she had decided she didn't like to be called Cassandra or Cassie, so kids started calling her Madock, then Maddie. She liked Maddie as a name, and that is how she called herself. She was a student still, but really, she was almost an alumna – she was to graduate in three days, and, though David did not know this, her final exams and projects were all done and handed-in. There were no other student requirements, so she considered herself a graduate. There was just the little formality of a ceremony, and that was really just that: ceremony. An audit of her record would show she had met all requirements for graduation, and that is all that mattered. Now she stood in David's office, come to say goodbye. She would be going back home. She had been accepted into Medical School at the University of Pittsburgh. She had grown up near there, and her parents still lived there. She had old friends there who would provide a ready-made social network. So it was time to go home. Her graduation guests would be arriving in town on the day after tomorrow, graduation would be the next day, then it would be time to pack up and be off.
David had had been fantasizing about Maddie for the past five years, almost. To be exact, it had started in August or September of 2011, and it was now May, 2016. So, not quite five years, but close enough. She had been a student of his when she was a freshman and a sophomore. She worked hard and got good grades, but they never came easy. It was engineering, so of course it was challenging. But she had changed majors after the first term of her sophomore year, and gone on to study Biology instead. The major change delayed graduation by a year, hence the five-year stay. After the major change, she was never in his class again.
David didn't just lust after Maddie, though. He liked her, too. He was, in fact, smitten with her. It was unusual that he took so to a student. Students, he knew, were here and gone, and they were really not much more than children when they got to the university. Whatever his other flaws might be, he was not a pedophile. But every once in a while a student came along who was an exception. He could remember three; Maddie was one of those. Initially he was drawn to her friendly and outgoing manner. She had often greeted David when he arrived in class. In practice, professors don't usually get much in the way of greeting, when they arrive to their classroom. Students too often think of professors as something other than human (except for the douchebags, of whom there are plenty. Those professors are inhumanly human, if you ask the students.) Usually students just get quiet when the professor walks in. David found that a little disheartening, to tell the truth. That is what made Maddie's reliable greetings nice, and special.
Of course he found her physically attractive – petite, not much more than 5 feet tall, with a sweet-faced, all-American look, and perfectly-sized breasts, like large apples. She had put on a few pounds since the freshman year – the so-called freshman 15 had come to her, and more, and some of it had stayed on, but he still found her really alluring. She had begun to run a few months ago and to watch her diet, so she was perhaps 10 pounds heavier now than when she arrived as a freshman. She had longish not-quite-blonde hair, which fell about 4 inches below her shoulders. Today, like most days, she wore it in a pony tail. Her eyes were blue, and she had a roundish face, with a petite nose and a lovely smile. All-in-all, David thought she was a complete package, and just his type. She was not the only student about whom he had sexual fantasies, but she had been the rare one who remained a primary desire for years. And that "child" of five years ago was now a 23-year old woman.
Many times he had dreamed of what he would do with her, if he could. Of course, he didn't share his fantasies with her, or anyone else. It was bad enough to harbor ideas about dalliances with anyone – he was married, and he loved his family. But also he was a professor at a Catholic college, so getting involved with a student was grounds for immediate dismissal. He'd seen it happen to two other faculty members, and he could not imagine the horribleness of the outcome he'd face: "Hi honey, I'm home. I got fired for schtupping a student. What's for dinner?" Somehow, he didn't think that would go over well. He'd be eating his dinner alone, in a lonely apartment and seeing his kids on alternate weekends, while he worked at God only knows what horrible job. So, he had his fantasies, and that was all. He didn't share them intentionally, and hoped they didn't show. But he liked to think that some set of students fantasized about him, too – preferably the girls, but if guys fantasized about him, he figured that would do him no harm – and he hoped Maddie was one of those.
Tonight Maddie was wearing khaki shorts that came halfway down her thighs and a light blue, sleeveless, button-front chambray shirt. Her collar was open two buttons at the neck so that he could just see the top of a white sports bra. He could also see a gold chain with a cross pendant, which he had noticed she always wore. On her feet she wore running shoes with short, ankle-length socks. And she carried a student backpack, black and gold with a Pittsburgh Steelers logo. It was apparent to David that Maddie did not frequent tanning salons. The winter was not so far from over, but there had been a few weeks of warm weather now. It looked as though Maddie had gotten out a bit, and was losing that winter whiteness which was so typical of this region, but she was still fairly pale. He liked what he saw.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise," David noted. "What brings you to this neck of the woods, particularly at this time of the evening?" He took the opportunity presented by her arrival to stand and stretch a bit, and he moved from behind his desk to speak to her more in a face-to-face (or rather equal-to-equal, as she stood about 8 inches shorter than he) manner. Tonight he was wearing slightly faded blue jeans and a lavender polo shirt, with a black leather belt. As he came around the desk, she noticed that he had bare feet. He had taken his shoes and socks off when he sat to grade, because he just liked to let his toes stretch out and he liked to feel the cool air on his feet. It was common for him, when no one else was around.
"I finished my finals yesterday. I've been lucky – all of my professors have posted grades already, so I'm done. No end-of-semester nerves, waiting for the shoe to drop. I'm making the rounds to my favorite professors. I've saved the best for last, and you're it. I really glad you're here – I looked up your final schedule, and thought maybe you'd be here grading or something. I've come to say goodbye, because I'm graduating. Thanks to you, in large part."
In fact, he had been her favorite professor at the college, of the perhaps two dozen professors she had had. She felt he tried hardest to communicate well. He used interesting analogies, spoke in terms of common experiences, and tried his best not just to show where techniques come from or how to use specific techniques to solve a problem, but how to choose the best from among available techniques – how to read a problem so that the information given suggests tool selection. Exposure to that thoughtful reading process had carried over to her new major, too, and she had excelled partially by knowing how to see through a problem. So his influence was great on her, and she recognized that.
And he was a pleasant person to be near, as well. He was smart and funny, and she knew from experience that he cared for his students' success very much. He was not young, but nor was he particularly old. He was older than her father, she supposed, but he had a quick laugh that lent a youthful aspect to his presentation of himself. He seemed very happy. And while he did not possess the exceptional looks of a movie star, he was reasonably attractive and fit, if a bit on the thin side. Yes, she liked him a lot.
Although they did not share a classroom again during Maddie's last three and a half years, they ran into each other from time to time. This was a pretty small school, so they would see each other in passing, or sometimes run into each other in the cafeteria. He enjoyed those meetings, and took the opportunity to keep her interest up – that is, whatever interest she may have had. He flirted just a little in keeping with what he thought of as his image, but not enough to raise any eyebrows. He'd indulge in the very occasional and (he hoped) very subtle double entendre, although he always feared that he might be more transparent than he wished to. He thought someone might notice that his conversations with her were both just a bit longer, and just a bit more lively than those he had with other students. But he was heartened by the fact that it was often she who would stop him and get his attention for these chance meetings. So at least he hadn't crossed any lines that she was unwilling to have crossed. It made him think that maybe, somewhere, there was some mutuality to his interest. That potential allowed him to take some risks with the flirting, but he couldn't go too far. It was a big ego boost, and that's all.
She had also on occasion come to his office just to check in. The college did not have strictly dedicated buildings, so the building in which David's office lay was also used for classes in the Biology and Chemistry department, and sometimes some other disciplines as well. Maddie had had some Bio classes in the building, and had a few times come to David's office before or after class to say "Hi," to share news of happenings at home and at school, and basically just to stay in touch. There were times when she needed advice or a shoulder to cry on, and he provided as best he could. She liked him, after all, and she also wanted to stay connected.
