It's academic after all.
A late starter fronts up
Meredith was the daughter of two academics and her aim was to follow them into academia. A stellar high school career followed by academic success led to successive steps until she became the head of faculty at the age of 38.
She was back in the same city she grew up in after short stints at universities around the globe and living again with her parents.
Meredith was attractive and had had several short term romances which never led anywhere – whether through her mother's stern demeanor or her dedication to academic excellence, she did not know.
The simple fact was that her reluctance to allow hands and fingers into those places which might have inflamed her passions and sexual pleasure had left them withering on the vine. Suggestions that might have awakened them were cut short with a withering glance that gave her a reputation of being an iron maiden.
It was not important – the net effect was that she was still unmarried and living a comfortable life with her parents and brother. Life was great and then a series of events occurred which were to change her life. Her brother took a position in another city and then her father died.
Her mother was still there for company but was getting dementia and Meredith could no longer look after her. Her mother was placed in a home and soon died. Meredith was alone in her childhood home and feeling very isolated. There was nobody to talk to.
Part of her life was to go conferences around the world – this was where you met people and swapped ideas. The same people were always there and she felt part of a family. Often she would go with another member of the faculty. George would be at the social gatherings and generally be part of the bonhomie.
A year to the day after her mother died George noted while having dinner that Meredith was depressed and when told the reason determined to try and help Meredith drown her sorrows with a bottle of wine. Meredith didn't normally drink and with just a few glasses was a little tipsy. George took Meredith to her room in the hotel where she finished the bottle with one last glass.
It was enough to make her very sleepy and she flopped on the bed. She was fully clothed and promptly fell asleep. George was a little concerned that she might be sick and need help and turned the lights off and went to sleep next to her. George was on top of the covers and Meredith under them.
Nobody afterwards could explain how it happened but somehow during the night Meredith and George, while still asleep, managed to snuggle up to each other. Those who regularly sleep with a partner will recognize the phenomenon. Bodies shift during the night without intent.
In the middle of the night – nobody knows just when, Meredith awoke and found herself with her arms around George and his arms around her. She changed into her nightie and crept back under the covers thinking that this would prevent a second occurrence.
Those who are familiar with somnambulism will not be surprised to learn that Meredith and George ended up in the same position as before. It would never be clear whether only one or both had sub-conscious desires for human warmth and had taken the opportunity not previously available to practice them.
When the sun's rays streamed in through the window they both woke more or less simultaneously and George found himself looking into Meredith's eyes and did what came naturally – he kissed Meredith.
Meredith could have reacted and leapt out of bed but the soft touch of his lips filled that emotional vacuum that had depressed her the previous night. She responded as her natural desire for human warmth overcame all other thoughts and kissed him back. There were no words.
At this point George did what any red-blooded male would do and got off the bed and slipped under the covers and snuggled up close to her ample breasts. George's wife had left him a few months earlier and he was able to put all his talents of digital stimulation to work.
Meredith thought: "All my thoughts of depression have lifted. This must be good for me. I like it. It must be almost twenty years since I kissed a man like this and it's years since anybody made a pass at me or invited me on a date.
I no longer feel alone. His hands are on my breasts – they have not been touched for years. Oh god. Now he's twiddling my nipples. "
Erotic nerve endings which had been in hibernation for a long time were coming back to life and sending the most delicious sensations to their owner. All those repressed sexual urges were, like 'Jack in the Box', about to be released, never to be put back in.
A cascade of emotions flooded Meredith's brain. The simple fact was that Meredith had forgotten, if she had ever known, that her pussy could be utilized for pleasure. It had never been used so she didn't even know.
George's hands slipped under her nightie so that he could feel the warmth of her flesh without the barrier of the material. Skin on skin increased the sensation. It was so good to be feeling a woman's breasts again and these were large and soft and warm. George nibbled her ear and licked at the side of her neck.
There were no words. Meredith could not speak because her lips were in constant contact with George's and she didn't want to interrupt the delicious sensations. As his hand crept slowly down her stomach and into her pubic patch, Meredith knew that he was about to put his fingers where no man had ever been. It was very unfamiliar territory even for her own fingers.
His hand cupped her Mons Veneris while his middle finger separated her lips and sent a tsunami of pleasure to those receptors which had been longing for a wake-up call. George's expert fingers gripped her clitoris and moved in a longitudinal direction back and forth and then pulled the hood and pushed on the exposed clitoris. The dam had been broken and the moisture began to pool in her vulva which became decidedly mushy – much to Meredith's surprise.
He massaged her inner lips and then dipped a single finger and then two into her vagina. After about twenty minutes of unrelenting massage Meredith let out a sound, a tiny squeal and her bottom jolted off the bed. Their lips separated as she started puffing and her eyes were transfixed on him.
Meredith communed with herself as her mind took leave of itself:
"Was that an Oh My God moment?? Have I been taken by the devil? What have I just done? Oh god, it's delicious.
There is throbbing in places I never knew existed. I feel an irresistible urge to have sex. I have just had the entrée but I know there is another course and I am still hungry. I want to be penetrated.
My pussy is sending signals that it wants more. The pent-up desire of my sexual destiny is taking over my body and I have an uncontrollable need to open my legs and let nature take its course, whatever that might be. George will know what to do.
This isn't a one night stand – I have known George for years. Maybe we can be together for the long term. We certainly like each other. I'm not on the pill. Who cares if I have a baby? Mother would like that. She always wanted grandchildren. In that moment of madness Meredith made her decision – I want to have sex with this man. This is an opportunity not to be missed."
Meredith said: "George. Georgie boy. Oh George. I want you to make love to me now. What do I have to do?"
She actually wanted to say the word fuck, but she had never uttered it once.
