Jackson B. Morrison was an average man on his thirties. He made his career as a Literature teacher at campus and was a respected one. He still had some girls spinning around him, obviously eager for him to bend them over his desk and make them his. He was not a very handsome man but had something, a don't-know-what attitude that made freshmen women gasp.
Nevertheless, although he had a raging erection almost every day during his classes, he wouldn't touch them. He was a family man now, with a daughter and a son and willing to have more. His beautiful wife, Lyanna, was the only woman of his life, and no other -he trusted- would be able to give him a better sexual relief than she would: whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted it.
She was indeed a gorgeous woman on her late twenties: not tall and not very buxom either, but what she lacked in proportions she made up in "technique". She had been the I-don't-care-with-whom-if-it-is-wild-sex slut on campus when she studied at the local university and he was one of her teachers. He was very naive then and when they met on one of the classes, he thought she was a common girl surrounded by awful lies, because the rumours about her being a nympho spread across campus almost as soon as she got there from a distant town.
Besides, no one could blame him: who would think badly of the cute girl who sat cross-legged at the first row of chairs. He never saw her dressing "improperly" during classes and she was very smart: quick to learn and with a good memory and analytic skills. And, though she never raised her hand when he asked a question, she always knew the right answer when asked directly. By the end of the month, he was even considering to try and save this great student from the poison of rumours.
That changed the day he decided to take the first oral exam on classic literature. "Oral". Remembering that made him laugh. He had just finished one of his classes and had around half an hour to "relax", as some days he needed an "extra release" around midday. His work wasn't tough and he liked it, but having so many pretty and willing girls around made him very sexually stressed, and having the sluttiest of wives sometimes wasn't enough.
So he headed to the fourth floor once again. As he climbed the stairs, he had to gather all his will so as not to touch himself. He couldn't stand it all the way from the ground floor and grabbed his groin twice when he thought no one was around.
Once he reached the correct floor, he went to the storage room, halfway walking, halfway running. The last two floors were unused from 11 to 14 so he had plenty of time for his "relaxing touch". He dropped his pants almost as soon as he entered the storage room.
He was not alone in that floor today: three girls were practising at the gymnastics room, but he did not mind, as he was sure they didn't see him. He positioned himself against a wall, hidden behind a wooden plank and began his masturbation while trying to resume his memories of that first encounter with Lyanna.
He remembered it too well: she was wearing a plain knee-length skirt of a dark red, and matching lace above a white shirt. She also sported a hairband of the same colour. She looked so beautiful that everyone on the class took notice of her: the girls were obviously jealous, throwing knives at her with their eyes, but the boys, and him, were wondering about what colour would be her underwear, although he dismissed the idea as quickly as he could and began with the test.
"We will be having an oral exam about classic literature today", he stated.
"Boo" was the general response.
"Very well..." he continued, "I'll call you one by one and you'll come to my desk. I'll ask you three questions and after answering, you may leave. The results will be available tomorrow morning" and that was all. He then started calling the students, beginning with those he thought would be less prepared and with whom he'll need more time, and left the more intelligent or more prepared or those who showed more interest on his course last. And at the very last was Lyanna. He already knew she would pass easily as she wrote a very good essay on the subject, but he was not prepared for what was going to happen.
The students started going to his desk to answer his questions and then left, and the classroom became emptier as the hour progressed until, at last only he and Lyanna remained. There were only five minutes left before the bell rang, that was barely enough time for her to answer one quick question, but that was enough, as he already knew how good student she was.
Therefore, due to the lack of time he only asked her to explain whatever she liked from the unit. She chose to talk about Catulo, a roman poet. Very obvious as her essay has been about the poems he wrote to a lover. When she told him she would try to "defend" the position of Lesbia (Catulo's lover) against how he treats her on the last poems, he was startled. Lesbia was a noble woman, but also a courtesan with many lovers. But what did she meant with "defend"?
"Lesbia..." she began. They were both seated on opposite sides of the desk, but then she got up from her chair and walked around the desk until she was standing in front of him. All the way around, she used her index finger to trail over the edge of the table. He looked at her astonished, not knowing what was happening, and she replied biting her lower lip.
