It had been nearly two years since I lost my wife to a drunk driver. Dating at twenty is a bitch, dating at fifty... well, let's not go there. I had a lot of friends, and that helped, but to be honest, porn and hand jobs were no replacement for the twice a week sex I was used to for the last twenty five years.
As I said, dating at fifty is a bitch, there aren't too many choices in a small town, even a college town like the one where I teach. I've been with the university for over twenty five years, but have only been teaching for a few. Tina, one of our new faculty, only having been here less than two years, felt a bit sorry for me, I think, and was always trying to find me dates and such. I'd consider dating her if it weren't for the fact that she's half my age. She is very good looking, being of mixed heritage, she has the dark straight black hair and olive skin of her oriental mother, but the regular American facial structure. She also had larger than normal breasts, for an oriental, filling out easily at a 40 DD, which makes her proportions a bit odd with her tiny twenty eight inch waist. We chat frequently, talking about her adjustment to coming here, and of course the lousy prospects for dating... for both of us.
One of the many things faculty get involved in is sponsoring student groups of various types. In her case she agreed to be the faculty sponsor for one of the sorority houses in town, Zeta Tau Alpha, or Zeta's as they like to be called, mostly because she was an alumnus. It's one of the larger sorority houses, with two buildings, a south, containing the freshmen and sophomores, and the somewhat plusher north house for the junior and seniors. The north house also has the large meeting rooms and is generally where parties are held, although I have been told that some parties are restricted to only those young ladies that are over eighteen. Tina has frequently told me of some of the antics of the girls, and I often wonder how they stay out of trouble.
Christmas was on its way, and as usual there were parties all around campus, most of them scheduled for the last week or so before the students all disappeared for break. Tina stopped by my office one morning and asked if I had any plans the following week. Of course I didn't, except for grading tests and such.
"Good! I have a proposition for you. If you do me a favor I'll do you one." She asked
"That's a dangerous thing to ask... I might ask you for a favor that you don't want to do!" I replied with a grin.
"I doubt that!" she grinned back. "So how about it, will you do me a huge favor?"
I shrugged. What kind of a favor could she ask me to do that would be a problem? I figured it was a pretty safe gamble. "As long as it's not another blind date. Sure."
"Great!" she cried with a huge grin, practically jumping up and down, making her huge tits bounce rhythmically. "I knew I could count on you!"
I pulled myself under my desk a tad farther so she wouldn't notice the huge bulge in my pants before asking... "So what is this favor I'm doing you?"
"You're going to play Santa for the sorority Christmas party!"
"WHOA Stop one second there little lady... I may be old and fat, but Santa?... For a bunch of twenty year olds?"
"Come on... You promised." She said with a pout. "Besides, I never said you were old or fat. Hell, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't know how old you were." Then she leaned on the edge of my desk, her tits hanging farther out into my view, encased in her knit shirt. "Besides. That bulge you keep trying to hide under the desk when I come talk to you doesn't say your too old yet. You just need to find the right woman to share it with!" she finished seductively.
"And you know who this fabled right woman is?" I asked.
"No, but I'm sure we'll find her one of these days!" she said brightly as she stood back up. "Now, don't worry about the suit, I'll have it all taken care of." She said as she turned to go. "Oh yeah. I almost forgot. It's this Friday!" she said over her shoulder before disappearing out my door.
What in the hell had I just gotten myself into. It's hard enough to be around this place, not ever getting any sex, and have these half dressed little nymphs walking around driving you crazy, but to be at a party with them? Good lord what had I done????
The week went by much to quickly... In many ways I would have preferred Friday to not come at all, but eventually it did, no matter how much I protested.
"Ready for tonight?" Tina asked sticking her head in the door.
"Do I have to?"
She stepped into the door, she was wearing a button down shirt covered with a sweater. She leaned against the door with her back and her hands behind her, letting her sweater fall apart to expose the front of her shirt, and the straining buttons. "You're not going to back out now are you?" she questioned.
"I'm really not sure I'm the one for this job." I replied honestly.
She walked over to my desk and knelt down in the chair I keep next to it for students that come to talk to me. "We've been friends for almost two years. You're one of the few people that have honestly tried to help me get settled. Most of the younger guys here just want to get into my shirt or my pants. You haven't though, even though I know that I turn you on."
"I never said you turned me on." I said somewhat defensively.
"Hell Mike! Look at your pants. You can't tell me that I didn't cause that bulge... Or the ones you get damn near every time I come in here!"
I blushed and tried to pull myself under my desk a bit farther, wondering if my dick getting hard could be considered sexual harassment. "Sorry." I mumbled.
"Good lord! Don't be sorry. I'm flattered. You're not bad looking. I can tell you stay in shape. We just have to find a good woman for you that can appreciate that."
"Good luck out here. There just aren't that many my age. I mean, hell, look at you. Even you wouldn't go out with me." I blurted out.
"I never said that." Tina replied, turning a bit red herself now. "Anyway... that's not the point. The point is that you're going to help me out tonight, right?"
"Yes, I'll help you out." I said resigning myself to being tortured. "But you're going to owe me bigtime!"
"Great!" she said leaning over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. "You're the greatest. Meet me at the sorority house not later than seven, ok?"
"Ok." I said as she walked out the door with a wave of her hand. Lord what had I done to deserve this?
