Crissy, my favorite student when I was a substitute English teacher at a New England high school, was now in her first year at Boston University. At her instigation, we had started first an e-mail exchange, then an exclusive chat site just between her and me. As it progressed, the chat site grew hotter and hotter, as indicated in part one, as a result of the crush she had on me in her senior year of high school. I was not aware of the crush, but she certainly was making me aware of it now with a lot of chat mail "dirty talk." She also had invited me to visit her in Boston during her Thanksgiving break and as an inducement had promised to send me some pictures of herself that she could take in the privacy of her dorm room with her digital camera.
The pictures arrived in the mail. All of them were 4 x 6 and of course in color. They were very nice, just the sort of thing you would send to your favorite teacher. In the first one, she was standing at the end of her dorm room with her back to the camera and looking through the blinds of her window. She was completely naked, and had the cutest little bottom I had ever seen.
In the second, she was turned around and acting as if she had just been discovered naked. Her mouth was open, her face looked shocked, and her hands were clutching her private area, although her two pretty little breasts were exposed. She had pink nipples about the size of quarters.
In the third picture, she was standing facing the camera with a smile on her face, and her hands on top of her head, fully exposed, naked. Maybe I was prejudiced, but she had the cutest little blonde bush I had ever seen.
In the fourth picture, she was lying in her dorm bed, again naked with a smile on her face, and with her legs separated a little, as if she was ready for sex.
That was all I needed. I called the Copley Hotel in Boston and made a reservation for the three nights of Thanksgiving holiday. I couldn't believe what it was going to cost me, but I suspected it would be worth it.
"I got us a room at the Copley for three nights," I said to Crissy in our next chat exchange.
"Wow, you like to spend money. I hope you won't be disappointed."
"I'm sure I won't be. I'm going to get the bus down rather than drive, so I'll arrive there around noon. Why don't you come sometime in the afternoon and call my room, and I'll give you the number. They won't give you my room number at the desk. Security you know."
"All right. I'll just tell them I'm your granddaughter."
I sighed. "Good idea."
Despite my age, I was in pretty good shape and not at all overweight, thanks to daily workouts after school at the gym. But even still—a 62-year-old man and an 18-year-old girl? Wow! This was Faust's dream—with my own personal Marguerite. A few days before I left, I also took the extra precaution of visiting my doctor and asking for some samples of Viagra, since I knew that all doctors now had them. He knew that I was not married, so he probably assumed that I was having an affair with some other teacher. If he only knew!
The room at the Copley was beautiful and had a lovely view of the city. It should have had for the price I was paying for it. But I had the feeling I would not regret it. I ordered up a good bottle of champagne in an ice bucket
At 2 p.m., the phone rang. It was Crissy. I gave her the room number and awaited her arrival.
"It's room service, sir," she said as she knocked on the door. "Are you the one who ordered the sex?"
I quickly opened the door and pulled her inside. "It's a good thing you had the right room and that there was no one in the hallway." I said. She was dressed in the usual student garb of designer jeans and a gray sweatshirt with "Boston University" imprinted on it. She was carrying a small overnight suitcase.
"Ignore the way I'm dressed," she said. "This is just traveling clothes. I have a nice dress with me if we go out to dinner—and something special that I think you would like."
"Fine. Would you like a glass of champagne?"
"I would love a glass of champagne. I would also like a kiss."
That was fine with me. I leaned over a kissed her, first on the cheek, then full on the lips. She wrapped her arms about my neck, pressed her body against mine, and that long and lingering kiss turned into one of the most erotic things that had ever happened to me. I could feel myself getting the beginning of an erection already.
"Wow!" I said.
"I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
I went over to the table, twisted open the champagne bottle—"pop!"—poured her a glass and handed it to her.
"To us," she said raising her glass.
"To us."
She drank it down in one gulp. "And now I would like to take a shower and change clothes. I have a surprise for you."
"Okay, over there," I said, pointing to the bathroom.
She looked around the room. "This is a beautiful room, and the view must be great at night. You must have paid a fortune for it for three days."
"I'm sure it will be worth every penny."
"I hope you won't be disappointed. I'm new at this."
"I'm sure you'll do just fine."
