Fastasies Fulfilled

Fighting the cold wind, Gerald made his way up Locust Street on his way to Waters Hall where he had a late afternoon appointment with his faculty advisor, Professor Ranconi. It was late November, right after the Thanksgiving holiday. The cold wind seemed to be coming directly from Hudson Bay by way of sweeping across Ontario and Lake Erie. Gerald wondered about the freezing air molecules that were tormenting him. Had they perhaps brushed the back of a polar bear a few days earlier?

Entering Waters Hall, still sweating from the fast walk/run to be on time for the appointment, he ran up the stairs to the second floor and down the hallway to the professor's office. The door was closed and there was no light showing through the transom window atop the door. After getting no response to knocking, he tried the door, but it was locked. Hoping to find someone who could tell him where he might find Professor Ranconi, he looked up and down the hallway for an office that might be occupied. The only one with light was the one leading into the department chairman's office. Gerald knocked and went in.

Mrs Lemeister, the department chairman's personal assistant and department secretary (her title was actually administrative assistant) was sitting at her PC with a frustrated look on her face. Looking up, she forced a smile and greeted him in a friendly voice. "Hello Gerald! What brings you around so late in the day?"

"Had a meeting with Professor Ranconi, but his office is locked and you seem to be the only one around to ask."

"Oh gee, he stopped by around three to say he wasn't feeling well and was going home. He should have left a note or something. If I weren't here, you wouldn't know, would you?" Not waiting for the answer to her rhetorical question, she went on. "I'm staying late because I've got to format and print out this paper for Professor Metzler."

"When I walked in, you looked like the PC wouldn't behave. Is everything okay?"

There was frustration in her reply. "It's actually not the PC and everything is not all right. We got this new version of Word a few months ago and I haven't had time to study all the new ways Microsoft has dreamed up to do the same thing we used to do. Do you understand this darned thing?"

Ever the helpful young man that his mother had brought him up to be, Gerald volunteered: "Not yet, but maybe I can figure out how it works." Gerald would never have refused to help her. In fact he thought this might be his chance.

Ever since that day a year ago in early September when she had given the new theology students an administrative orientation, Gerald, in spite of his best celibate intentions, could not get her out of his mind. In her mid-fifties, nicely styled silver-gray hair, good figure and nice, but not exaggerated, breasts, Rosemary Lemeister was a married woman whom a lot of the male students privately lusted over. Right after that orientation, Gerald, in spite of his celibate mind set, had changed his masturbation fantasies to all sorts of sexual acts with her.

Now in late November, thanks to experiences during the Thanksgiving holiday, Gerald's mind set was no longer so strongly celibate. In fact, his mind set had so changed that, given an opportunity, he might actually attempt to expand his relationship with Mrs Lemeister beyond masturbation fantasies.

Mrs. Lemeister got up and bid Gerald to take her seat in front of the PC. He knew full well that most Word users only use a small fraction of Word's capabilities, the biggest sin being the failure to employ styles, and he figured her for belonging to this user type. Sitting down, he went through the text and sure enough, she had used the 'Normal' style throughout, altering it for chapter titles instead of using the 'Header' styles. In the process, she had sometimes, by accident, changed the Normal style to bold and 14 point type, which in turn made a mess of the document. Could it be that giving her something like a short course in the proper use of Word would give him the opportunity to expand his relationship to Mrs Lemeister?

Shortly after he sat down and started working his way through the document, Mrs Lemeister excused herself. "Gerald, I have to go to the little girls room. I'll be right back and then you can show me what I've been doing wrong."

She did come back soon. Hearing the door open and close, he turned to look, but not quickly enough to see her turn the lock. Gerald noticed that she had freshened up and brushed her hair. Most of all he had noticed her fragrance. He was no expert on perfumes, but whatever she had put on sent a light surge of blood to his groin. Another surge came when she pulled a chair up close to him and sat down. Seemingly not content to view the monitor at an angle, she leaned her head in close to his and they were nearly cheek to cheek, both intently gazing at the monitor as he explained the concept of styles to her. Essentially all that was necessary was to select each chapter title and convert it to the 'Header 1' style and then make sure the body text was all in the 'Normal' style -- 'Regular' and 12 point.'

He was nearly through his discourse on styles when he became aware that not only were their heads close, her knee was against his and her skirt had worked its way up so that her legs were exposed -- well above her knees. Gerald's thoughts were racing beyond the Word program. Should he put a hand on her bare knee? Should he turn his head and kiss her?

It turned out that Mrs Lemeister was in no mood to wait for Gerald to respond. She placed her arm on the back of the chair on which he was sitting and leaned in with her upper body so that her right breast was resting on his left arm. Then in a husky voice that left nothing to the imagination: "Gerald you're really clever and you're such a kind person."

What then followed went very quickly. He turned to her, began kissing her and put his right hand on the bare knee. Her breath was coppery and they were soon exchanging tongues. Gerald's hand moved up between her smooth warm thighs, which she opened to give him an easy approach. The crotch of her panties was more wet than moist and she opened a few of the uppermost buttons of her blouse. Taking the cue, Gerald undid the rest of the buttons and pushed her bra up so her breasts stood out freely for him to fondle. Up until that moment, Gerald had assumed (wrongly) that women in their 50's had sagging breasts. Her hand found his leg and then his crotch. Stroking his now very hard penis through his jeans, she murmured her happiness at finding such a fine phallic exemplar. Gerald was breathing heavily and thought he might cum in his undershorts. "Missus Lemeister, I, ah, we should..."

"Let's go into Professor Metzler's private office. There's a nice soft carpet in there."

They were hardly through the door to the department head's office and Mrs Lemeister lifted her skirt and tugged off her panties. Gerald was unbuckling his jeans, but too slow for Mrs. Lemeister, who got down on her knees and finished the unbuckling and unzipping. After getting his jeans down to below his knees, she gazed for a moment at his bulging undershorts. "Oh Gerald, I can't wait to see you!" Then his undershorts joined his jeans, which were now close to his ankles. By now, Gerald's legs were shaking with anticipation of what he knew was to come, so it was easy for her to maneuver him down to join her on the plush carpet. "Gerald, lie on your back, I want to pleasure you!" That sounded like he was going to be treated to a session of fellatio, but no, he was no sooner on his back and Mrs. Lemeister was straddling him with her very wet slit rubbing the head of his penis. She descended a little and the head of his penis was luxuriating in the warm folds of her labia. Gerald almost fainted with pleasure. When she lowered herself a little more and began oscillating her hips, Gerald wondered how long he could hold back.

Fortunately her need was just as great as his and she descended all the way and then panted, "Now Gerald sweetie, I've got all of your magnificent penis inside me." Now all the way in, Gerald could feel the dampness of her pubic hair against his groin. Had she already cum? No, after momentarily resting as if relishing the feeling of surrounding Gerald's penis with her vagina, her hips began rocking and oscillating, first slow and calculating, then more and more wildly. Had he been on top, he would have been thrusting wildly, in and out, but with her on top, all he could do was twitch his hips slightly. After more violent rocking and oscillating, he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. "Missus Lemeister, I have to come now!"

Her mouth wide open, she gasped: "Yes Gerald, come now." She seemed to gasp with each spurt that he ejaculated into her. "Oh, Oh, Oh! Ooooohhh!" Gerald felt warm liquid against his groin and thighs. Then she collapsed against him and they lay clutched together as both slowly relaxed -- the sexual tension now relieved. With a husky voice, Rosemary Lemeister whispered to Gerald, "I want you to stop calling me 'Missus Lemeister'. From now on when we're alone, I'm 'Ro."

Gerald was beginning to feel a stirring in his penis and thought he might roll the two of them over and put it to her from topside when they both heard a knocking on the door to the adjoining secretarial office.

"Shit, shit, shit! Gerald pull up your pants and hide behind the sofa." Then she grabbed her panties up from the floor and wiped her crotch with them before handing them to Gerald. "Put these in your pocket, quick!"

From his hide behind the sofa, Gerald heard her in the adjoining secretarial office asking "Who's there?" The answer he couldn't hear but he knew it must be someone she knew because he heard her unlock the door. Then "Oh Professor Ranconi, I thought you were home sick."

Gerald crept from behind the sofa and knelt close to the door leading to the adjoining secretarial office. There he could better overhear the exchange between Rosemary Lemeister and Professor Ranconi. In her rush to answer the knock, she hadn't closed the door completely so he could now easily eavesdrop.

"Missus Lemeister, I suddenly remembered that Gerald Coates had an appointment with me. You know that studious young man from Evanston? Didn't he stop by and ask where I was?"

Rosemary Lemeister, street smart that she was, quickly thought of a lie. "Oh he did alright, but he left right after I told him you'd gone home sick. That was maybe a good half hour or so ago."

Professor Ranconi in a soft suggestive voice: "Hmmm, so we're alone here aren't we? How about if we were Eric and Ro for a little while?"

Gerald's ears perked up as he thought to himself, "They must have or used to have a thing going."

"Tony is expecting me home anytime now and I still have to finish this paper for Professor Metzler."

Gerald heard steps and a click as the door was locked.

"Come on Ro, just a quickie on the rug in there."

Gerald panicked and turned to go back behind the sofa.

"Ah, no. No I can't. I think I've got a yeast infection."

"Ro, it's been two weeks. You know how horny I get.

Gerald hesitated and went back to the door. He heard some clothing rustling and looked through the narrow opening between the door and the frame. Ro was sitting in the chair, turned away from the PC. Professor Ranconi was standing, facing her, his trousers and undershorts down and his shirt open so that his erection was prominently displayed.

"Eric, really. What if someone came?"

"The door's locked, no one is coming and we're alone. Your husband's waited for you before."

Gerald knew what might happen next and he knew he couldn't resist being the voyeur. Still on his knees, he got himself in a more comfortable position peaking through the slightly opened doorway.

The professor closed the distance to her. "Ro, you know you want to. Come on, admit it. I know you want to. I bet your twat is all wet just thinking about my cock foaming in your mouth."

Not knowing how to get out of doing what the professor wanted, Rosemary gave up all resistance. After taking the shaft of his penis in her right hand, she cradled his testicles with the left. There was no foreskin to pull back so her lips went directly to the head.

Gerald felt a stirring in his groin. From his perch behind the door he could see her protruding tongue licking his shaft. The professor's head was back, his hands on his hips and he was moaning with delight and pleasure as she went on to lick his entire shaft. His legs seemed to buckle slightly as she took his entire member into her mouth and suckled it. It crossed Gerald's mind that she would probably gag if she tried to take his own penis all the way into her mouth -- in that way the professor's shorter one was an advantage.

Rosemary 's head bobbed back and forth as she fucked his penis with her mouth. Professor Ranconi moaned louder and uttered a bunch of vulgarities like "Suck it, suck it, suck it all out. Oh fuck, oh fuck me good with your mouth. Take my seed and taste it." Then as if to be sure that she would let him come in her mouth, he held her head with one hand and grabbed a handful of her hair with the other. More sucking and Gerald could see the professor's legs shudder and his hips rock. When his orgasm was over, he backed away, took out a handkerchief and wiped his member. Rosemary turned to her desk drawer and took out a box of tissues.

She seemed to be wiping her mouth and Gerald thought she might be spitting out the professor's semen; somehow he hoped so. He wondered what would happen next and how soon he could get out of the building.

Professor Ranconi pulled up his trousers, buttoned his shirt and tucked it in. Then before leaving, "Well Ro, are you going to give your husband a blow like that tonight too?"

"Eric, don't be gross!" she scolded.

Standing in the doorway, he turned back towards her: "You know he needs it once in while too. Bye." Then he swiftly closed the door to get out of the way of the binder that she threw at him.

Gerald didn't know what to do. He could slip back behind the couch and pretend that he heard nothing or he could stay by the door and confront her. Then the decision was made by Ro who opened the door. "Gerald, you've heard? Seen? Oh my God, I'm so ashamed. You're such a dear and now you know I'm mixed up with your advisor!" Gerald was still on his knees and he held her about her legs and pressed his face close to her stomach. "Ro, you want to tell me the whole story?"

"Gerald, some other time. I really have to finish the paper and then get home."

Walking back to his dormitory, Gerald didn't notice the cold wind. There was so much running through his mind that he wondered if he'd be able to study that evening. Back in his apartment after dinner, he realized that he'd gotten an erection watching Ro Lemeister fellate Professor Ranconi. Getting an erection watching a woman, whom you'd just fucked, suck off another man -- and your faculty advisor to boot! Did that make him a sick voyeur? From the conversation, he couldn't help but realize that Ro and Professor Ranconi had or had had a thing going. Her "some other time" assured him that one day he'd get to hear the whole story. What he needed to work on was how to make that "some other time" come about as soon as possible -- both for the saucy story about her thing with Professor Ranconi and for the sex that he figured could only get better in a place other than the carpeted floor of the department head's office.

That evening there was an email from Professor Ranconi. No apology for missing the meeting, just a short "I became ill and had to go home. Can we reschedule for Thursday afternoon at four thirty?" Gerald affirmed the appointment immediately and got a hard-on from day dreaming about getting together afterwards with Ro Lemeister.

On Thursday, Gerald arrived early but waited until exactly four thirty to knock on Professor Ranconi's door. The meeting involved Gerald's curriculum for the spring semester and they had a long drawn out discussion about whether it was a good idea to enroll in Spanish. Finally, some time after five, the professor suddenly agreed to Gerald enrolling in Spanish 1.0. Gerald wondered if Ranconi had delayed just so he'd have another chance to catch Ro Lemeister alone. He also wondered if Professor Ranconi had a hard-on from anticipating a session with her.

Exiting the office, Gerald looked down the hallway toward the department's head office. There was no light showing through the transom window. Under his breath "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Disgusted, he zipped up his coat and pulled on his knit cap and gloves before going downstairs and out the front door into the late November cold.

Although Gerald didn't live in the university's dormitories, he often ate dinner at the dormitory cafeteria. Tonight though, his mood was a little down from not having connected with Ro Lemeister and thought he might just grab something at the Lebanese deli and eat it with a bottle of wine in his studio apartment. Resigned to another celibate evening, he continued battling the cold wind -- now blowing more fiercely than before. A couple hundred feet down Locust Street, he was surprised to hear a familiar female voice: "Need a ride somewhere?" Gerald needed no coaxing, he just smiled and got in.

Inside her Kia SUV, Ro Lemeister asked where the 'somewhere' was. Actually she already knew exactly where he lived; after all, as the department secretary, she could access most of the student records, including where each one lived. His plan to pick up something at the Lebanese deli and eat at home fit her intentions perfectly. After parking at the deli, she turned to Gerald and asked a very welcome question. "How'd you like some company for dinner?" Gerald hardly needed to answer, his longing look would have been enough. She continued: "Oh by the way, I'd better pay. That way it'll look like I'm your aunt or mom or something. We wouldn't want anybody thinking we're dating."

Ro Lemeister not only paid, she ended up selecting the food as well. On the way to Gerald's place, she stopped at a liquor store and bought a very decent merlot.

Officially, the university required freshman students to live in the dormitories. However, during the summer before his freshman year, he and his mother had visited the city and found that lots of studio apartments were cheaper than the dorms and since Gerald was pretty handy with food preparation, he could also save on board as well. They applied to the university for an exception to the dormitory requirement and ended up renting a studio apartment in a older neighborhood with back alleys.

Until the early 50's, many developers laid out neighborhoods with back alleys for garage access and trash collection -- the purpose being to keep the street in front clear of driveways with parked cars, garages and trash cans. This had indeed made for some very attractive residential streets. However, as the university grew, so had the need for housing and many homeowners had converted the garages into apartments.

Gerald's studio was one of these converted two car garages. The house itself had been converted into 3 small apartments; also rented to students. It hadn't occurred to Gerald when he and his mother had rented the apartment, but the converted garage on the alley was ideal for illicit affairs in that neighbors couldn't easily see who came and went.

Ro parked on the closest side street and the two walked down the alley to the studio. Inside, Gerald put the food on the kitchen counter, helped Ro off with her coat and shed his own.

"Gerald, it's freezing in here!"

"Oh yeah, sorry, I turn down the heat when I leave in the morning. Let me just turn it up and it'll be warm in a jiffy." Indeed, once he turned the adjusting knob on the wall mounted gas furnace, heated air began blasting out.