The first time I saw Vima I had no idea she might change my life. I teach graduate students at a large university and have seen a lot of students come and go over the years. I typically try to keep a professional distance between myself and my students, particularly the female students. Like many organizations this place can be a rumor mill, and I have found that the best way to avoid being the source of unwanted attention is to avoid even the appearance of impropriety. Projecting the image of professional detachment usually discourages unwanted attention and makes my working life much less complicated.
On the other hand, it has also left me very much alone. Still single and nearing forty years old, my commitment to professional advancement means I come home every evening to an empty house, unless you count a cat. So, when I first met Vima, I was already keenly aware of the empty space in my life.
Everything about her intrigued me. She had come to the United States from India to pursue a doctoral degree. She was in her late twenties, and like me had made a great deal of personal sacrifices to get to where she was in life. Her commitment to academic success also left her unattached. Her looks were the first things that caught my attention. She was petite, no more than five feet and one inch tall, and very slightly built. Her hair was dark and wavy and pulled back simply behind her head. But it was her face that captivated me most. A small round face contrasted by large dark almond shaped eyes that followed me all around the classroom.
Vima's first visits to my office were innocent enough, the typical questions about class-related matters, and she stayed only long enough to get whatever answers she needed. As time went by, I inquired about how she enjoyed her stay in the US, which opened the door for us to discuss more conversational and personal interests. I knew I had feelings for her, but tried to convince myself that developing a friendship was perfectly normal, nothing wrong with that, right? All the while I tried to convince myself, a growing sense of mutual attraction developed and became obvious. Her visits to my office became increasingly casual and frequent, our conversations often entirely personal in nature and lasting an hour or more.
The turning point came on a warm, quiet Friday afternoon. The building was almost entirely empty, as most other professors had typically gone home early. Something caught my eye, and I looked up to see Vima standing in the doorway.
Her soft gentle voice had become a welcome sound and immediately got my complete attention, "I saw your door open, so I thought I'd drop by to say hello before leaving for the weekend." She spoke in almost a whisper with a breathy quality to her voice. Unlike other students, she didn't wait for me to invite her in and immediately sat down across the desk from me making herself comfortable. For such a seemingly shy and quiet woman, she had become unusually relaxed around me, almost disconcertingly so.
As she sat down my heart beat a little faster, and I tried not to betray my delight at her presence. Aside from looking forward to our conversations, Vima's figure had always appealed to me, with slender round hips and a very narrow waist, and small "A-cup" breasts that perfectly complimented her figure. It was her face; however, that most captured my attention. Her round face could only be described at sweet, radiating a kindness that could put anyone at ease. Large, wide, dark almond-shaped eyes contrasted a small mouth outlined by cupid lips.
She was dressed as usual, casual slacks and a cotton blouse, but this time I noticed something different. As she sat back in the chair, it was unmistakable that contrary to her previous visits, she was not wearing a bra. The small, hard points of her nipples pushed forward against the thin fabric of her blouse. A hint of her dark round areolas showed under the translucent fabric. I tried my best to maintain eye contact with Vima but was obsessed with the thought of just a single layer of thin cotton obstructing my view of her firm small mounds.
Her small breasts rose as she inhaled deeply. She smiled nervously and glanced downward for a moment as if to carefully chose her words, then raised her face and said, "Actually, I have a question for you about one of the readings for class. I could not find it on the course website and wondered if you could help." As she said this, her smile changed to a look of confidence as her eyes narrowed, as if she were playing a sort of game she did not yet want me to know about.
"Sure," I told her, "Come around the desk where you can see the screen and we'll find where it's located." As soon as the words left my mouth I began to tremble, knowing I was treading into dangerous territory. Before I could correct myself and tell her to stay in her seat across the desk from me, she already approached behind my chair to look over my shoulder to where she could see the monitor. As she leaned forward to get a better view, she gently rested her hand on my shoulder. In any other setting this would have been perfectly normal, but there was nothing normal about this, and I knew it.
An electric current emanated over my body from just her tiny hand. It was the first time Vima had ever touched me, and the sensation made every cell of my body vibrate. That tiny hand of hers, even so casually placed, had an incredible effect on my being. It was a good thing the keyboard was pulled forward to cover my lap, or she would certainly have seen my rapidly growing erection.
I knew I was at a crossroads. I could pretend to ignore my desire for her and proceed in my usual professional manner, or I could act on that desire. Before I even had time to think what to do next, she leaned inward to see the monitor more closely and before I could think, her face was just inches away from mine. It took only a slight inhale and then I could smell her.
