My name is Alexandra, but all of my friends call me Alex. I'm a forty-five year old with two kids now off to college. My husband, Kevin, is on the road three nights a week So, I decided that I needed to make some positive changes in my life.
I checked out the local college and signed up for some classes. I have always wanted to learn how to make pottery and I really needed to bone up on some math so that I could balance my checkbook. And I took a writing class so that I could write this story for you.
I really loved the pottery and writing class, but had a lot of problems with the math. It was never my strong point.
My professor, however, was keen on making sure that we knew all that there was to know about the numbers that really do control our lives. So when I would ask a question about a problem that I just couldn't comprehend, he would sit next to me and explain it as simply as his educated mind would allow him.
He insistent that all of the students called him by his first name which was Bill. I liked the informal format. He liked to joke around and seldom embarrassed a student in front of the class.
Anyone needing help could come by after class and ask anything about assignments or problems. Bill was a very patient teacher. And he was exactly the type of professor I needed to learn higher math.
He was a very nice looking man with a wonderful smile and a great sense of humor. He liked to joke around with the students.
But he was serious when trying to push home the way to do that equation that stumped my brain every third day. He had no qualms about staying after class to help a student, and he often did so with others and me, who just couldn't equate the ideas in their head.
Kevin sometimes picked me up after work, if he could get off early enough to do so. If not, I just walked home, because we were only three blocks from the college. There were times when I would stay after and talk with Bill about how to calculate an equation and he would quietly listen to my feeble attempts to calculate the correct answer.
Then, he would step up to the chalkboard and quickly show me what I had done wrong and smile. "I know you will get this; you're making it harder than it is."
After me nearly failing the first two quizzes, Bill came to me and asked " Alex, what could I do to help me with the work?"
I smiled and sassily said, "You can do it for me!"
He giggled and said, "That's not an option, but I would have no problem with a little one on one tutoring session, say two nights a week?"
We set up the study sessions for days that Kevin was out of town. I didn't want to miss time with my husband for math.
Let me tell you what I know about Bill. He has wonderful hazel eyes that shine when he smiles. He's tall, maybe six feet. He has a great smile and attitude. He's traveled the world and lived a good life. He's active and loves to be outside. He's got some Indian in him and he seems to know what a student is thinking before the student does. He knows that his student's are there to learn and is always willing to lead with a smile on his face. He has a soft voice, yet makes sure he is heard over the rumble of the class.
There are only about four mature adults in the class. All of the others are what I would call 'kids'. But we all get along and help one another. We're a good group. And Bill has the sense of humor to tolerate our sometimes silliness yet keeps us on track.
At first I was nervous about the private tutoring. I liked Bill a lot and was even a bit attracted to him. After twenty-six years of marriage, the passion dies somewhat, but the love remains.
Bill brought out my passions again. He taught me in a way that made me think and he added in a lot of laughter. Never any pressure, just calm understanding.
It was something that, I'm sure, I had early in my marriage but somewhere it slipped away once the kids came along. Too many chores and not enough time. Husband out of town when the urges came so dildos and fingers had to calm the fires.
I really enjoyed our sessions and Bill seemed to like them as well. One evening, after our session, he asked me if I'd have dinner with him. I was late and neither of us had eaten. So I accepted.
We went to a quiet little Italian place with low lights and soft music in the background. The waitress sat us at a cozy little table for two, lighted only with three flickering, sputtering candles.
I felt that we were spies plotting the take over of the Math department.
The soft murmur of voices was barely heard, making it easy for us to talk. But the conversation was not about numbers, it was about getting to know one another better.
We talked about ourselves; our families and our dreams.***
I chatted about my children and he smiled. "You love them very much don't you?"
"Yes, they are such good kids; but don't tell them that!" I teased.
He complimented me on raising them and getting them out into the world successfully. It made me feel proud that I had done such a good job with my kids in this world of so much turmoil.
I rattled on and on about my Algebra. I cried, "I'll never be able to do it!"
"Not with that attitude! You're right; you'll fail for sure. But I'm not going to let you do that; I'm going to make sure you graduate with honors in Math. We talked a little longer about school; then the conversation turned to things not so simple.
You see I had had a crush on Bill almost since day one. I've always been attracted to intelligent men, and I knew he had to be because he could do something that I knew I could never conquer.
I felt that I would never make it through this class. I felt so overwhelmed by the class load and the numbers scared me to death.
Bill used this time and his knowledge of my fears, to get closer to me and calm my anxiety.
Then our conversations turned personal. He told me that he thought I was beautiful and that my mind was amazing, "Even if you can't comprehend higher math."
"I find myself, in class seeking out your seat and watching you as you work through the problems. You nibble on your bottom lip, and brush your hair from your eyes from time to time."
"I love when you run your tongue across your lips and I long to kiss them right after you've done so." He continued to embarrass me.
"Please stop! You're embarrassing me!" I whispered harshly. I could feel myself blushing.
Thankfully, the dinner came and we were both involved in our meals. Our conversation went form the way I licked my lips to how to conquer Algebra.
It was eleven o'clock when we left the restaurant. Bill held his hand on the small of my back as he guided me out the door. Then again as he helped me into the car.
We were both silent as we drove back to the school. I was lost in thoughts of how I would feel if I chose to have an affair with this man. How I would feel about Kevin, how Kevin would feel if he found out. How I would feel if he did.
But in the last six months, since the kids had gone off to their new lives and worlds, our love life had almost died and we hardly ever talked anymore. Sex was all but dead. He was always too tired. I really wasn't interested either.
Yet Bill interested me. My pussy got wet every time I saw him. I couldn't wait to get to class and I hated leaving after class. I sometimes thought of questions that I knew the answers to just to spend that little extra time with him, alone.
Now, he had admitted to me that he had feelings for me too and that old excitement filled my cunt with juices in hope that he would want me here, tonight.
