Back to college
In my teens and 20s when all my friends were going to college, I tried it for a few semesters. I wasn't ready for more school. I decided to stop going. I started a business and was lucky and worked successfully for the last 30 years. My wife had been after me for years to go back and finish my degree. I always acknowledged her saying, "I'd get around to it." I finally took some online classes and did well. I was usually the oldest student by at least a decade, often 2-3. I keep myself in good shape. I gave up on my hair and shaved it off years ago, but otherwise everything works well. In school, I make it a point to be respectful of all the young women. I could easily be a dirty old man if I don't watch myself. I know that 20-something women don't want me flirting or even making my innuendo-filled jokes with them when we communicate online for some of our assignments. So, I rein it in. But with the professors, I let my regular personality out a bit. I have always liked smart women, and college professors were exactly the right combination to get my imagination working.
My wife and I have a regular sex life, emphasis on regular. How I wound up here is a story for another time. I'm sensual, sexual, and experimental. I like edging, which makes my wife angry, and I'm kind of game for anything my partner and I can think of to do together. As much as I've tried with my wife over the last 18 years, she only likes one thing one basically one way. Missionary or very occasionally she will get on top. She is always willing and has a healthy appetite, but only for missionary. She doesn't like oral, giving, or receiving. Other positions don't do anything for her, hates kissing. I tried sex toys, but she didn't like them. I am not allowed to touch her butthole. She really hates flirty talk, sexting, foreplay-- all the stuff I really enjoy but don't really get to do with her. I've read all the books and tried all the things. I think she might be sexually on the autism spectrum. We have a good relationship, we're great friends, and agree on pretty much everything, but sex to her means me on top and her focusing on an orgasm, which she has quite easily. When we're done, she's like a guy-- that's it. Several years ago, I started to complain, and we worked out some compromises. I'm allowed to flirt, text, phone call, etc., with other women; she seems okay with it because it means I don't try to bother her with it. She just doesn't want to hear anything about it. She never asks who I'm talking to, never looks at my phone, never asks about my female friends other than how they are. It's been weird to try to explain to other women that I have this arrangement. But it has worked occasionally with an open-minded few.
Online classes are pretty solitary, mostly except for the weekly online text discussions in some classes, but some professors have office hours on Zoom. I learned that most of the students don't bother to show up to these, so often I'm the only one chatting with the professors. Even better when they are smart, sexy, age-appropriate women. This semester I needed a science course. I thought astronomy sounded interesting. Astronomy 101, Professor Joan Carr. At the first posted office hours, Wednesday 2-3 p.m., I am in my home office. I waited in the Zoom lobby for the meeting to start. I hear a little "ding" and her camera comes to life. She's attractive, with curly light brown hair pinned back with one curl escaping, hanging to the side of her friendly face, wearing glasses. I guess she is about 4-5 years younger than me. She has a nice smile. We chit chat and talk about the upcoming course. I have some questions about the mechanics of studying the stars online. We spend an hour talking about all sorts of things. Trading some bad jokes about Uranus and black holes. She's very cool. She has a good sense of humor, is definitely not uptight, and gives as good as she gets with the lewd jokes. I thank her for her time. I say I'll see her next week.
She smiles and says "I look forward to it."
Another week goes by, and the next Wednesday I'm waiting and she pops on. She's in an office, it looks like it is on campus. There's a desk, a chair, and some books. She's curvy and sexy. I can see she has nice breasts. Her hair is down.
She says "I got your assignment. Good job. Grades aren't out yet, but you got an A."
"Thanks. I won't tell anyone that you play favorites," I say, smiling with a wink.
She laughs. We talk about kids, relationships, and painting her dining room, which she is currently in the middle of. I awkwardly explain my situation and that I'm allowed to flirt. She looks skeptical but nods. She has a kid who just went off to college. Mine is a year younger. She is divorced, about 4 years ago. Being bold, I ask what the fraternization policy with professors and students is, particularly older students.
She says, "I don't know, it's never come up before."
I say, "Well, you never know what might pop up."
She raises an eyebrow and says, "I see" rather seriously.
I think, "Oh crap, did I just cross a line?"
Then she quickly smiles and says, "Or I might like to see."
I feel a little tingle. "Well, maybe we can do something about that," I say.
"Maybe we can," she says. "Astronomy involves seeing big things at a distance. I'm good at that."
I actually blush a little. And my shorts get a little tighter and less comfortable. As I'm trying to think about what to do or say next, she says, "I have to go. I have a meeting. Catch you next week?"
I stammer, "Definitely."
Weeks slide by. I think about Prof. Carr quite a bit, and I look forward to our Wednesday chats. She seems to also. We have graduated to some flirting, talking about things we like. We've had a couple of surprisingly candid discussions about sex. She enjoys my most sophomoric "That's what she said" or "The name of your sex tape" type of comments and slips in her own frequently.
About week 8 of our 16-week semester, we have a bit of a routine going. I'm on Zoom, in my office waiting. Zoom comes on, and she's in her office as usual. Neatly dressed, her hair is down. Sitting in her office chair as usual. We chat, and she tells me I got an A on the midterm.
I say "I've been thinking about the course and studying".
She says, "I can tell, your work is clear and your responses are smart. I like that."
I say "thanks."
"I sometimes will share something special for an exceptional student, like some cool NASA photos or one of my amateur astronomy pictures. I have something for you today if you'd like."
I say "Sure, you want to do a screen share or?"
