She was feeling a bit stiff at the annual Student Art Gala, wearing a scarlet cocktail dress and her deep red lipstick bleeding on the glass of white wine in her hand. She looked as though she was passing some time, here out of obligation, accompanied by a younger man. It was a Friday evening in October, around 7 pm.
Her name was Diane, an attractive yet modest woman of 54. She is an art professor at the local college, and looked passively elegant tonight in support of her students, a song and dance she does every year. She was joined by her boyfriend Luke, a clean shaven well-kept man of 37. While some would notice their age difference out and about, Diane’s beauty and artistic spirit kept her young to where most wouldn’t bat an eye.
This was Luke’s first time attending the gala. “How much can I drink and still have it be socially acceptable?” Luke asked sarcastically.
“Oh, be quiet,” Diane responded scolding, “it’s not that bad.”
“Is that why you’re already two glasses ahead of me?” Diane rolled her eyes at Luke, smirked, and chuckled. “It’s your night and I’m driving, have some fun,” said Luke as he softly patted Diane’s buttcheek.
The couple walked throughout the hall skimming the works of art from several different students. Diane made casual conversation congratulating them on their great work, introducing her “friend” Luke along the way, who remained not particularly engaged to any conversation and was simply banking on his presence.
Their feet began to drag until they stumbled upon Alli’s piece. Alli’s eyes lit up as they approached, “Professor Carver!” she exclaimed, taking a few jumpy steps forward going in for a hug. “Glad you could make it!”
“Of course,” replied Diane. “This is my friend, Luke. Alli is one of my freshman,” introducing the two. She was significantly more jubilant than the other students they encountered, with a bouncier, youthful energy. Perhaps it was her newness to the school, starry-eyed with the world ahead of her. She had straight, brown hair tied back in a ponytail, thick-framed glasses. She was wearing a tight-black turtleneck and high-wasted light blue jeans, outlining her small but noticeable curves. About 5’2”, she was looking up a few inches at the couple.
The couple observed her painting. “So what do you think?” asked Alli. The painting exhibited a young mother breastfeeding her baby, a conservative painting in contrast to the social justice and anti-establishment themes of much of the other art.
“Intriguing,” responded Diane, as she continued to observe. “I love what you’ve done with the way she is staring in her baby’s eyes. I can’t tell if it’s a baby boy or girl, but that’s okay. There’s a warmth to it that I don’t see in much modern pieces these days.”
Alli smiled gleefully, “thank you so much! I was super nervous about what you’d think.”
They continued to discuss the meaning and techniques, Luke remains quiet until he interjects with a jest, “it’s just a boob to me.” They all laughed. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Hey, I’m gonna grab a few more of those cheese things, anyone want anything?” The two women said no thank you, and continued the conversation as Luke went to get more hors d’ouvres.
“You really do like it, Professor Carver?” Alli shyly asked.
“Absolutely. You have a lot of potential here, you don’t have to be so humble about everything.”
Alli’s eyes lit up even more through her glasses, and gave a toothy smile. “Oh my god, you’re the best Professor Carver,” she exclaimed with a youthful naiveté. “Do you want to see some other things I’m working on?”
“Of course, are they here?”
“Well, they’re in my dorm. But my roommate is at her boyfriends, so it won’t be weird.”
Diane pondered at the abnormal request. Being in the arts program, it wasn’t unusual for her to occasionally drink or visit each other’s houses for specific upperclassmen projects, but never has Diane been so eagerly invited by a freshman. Before she could respond, Luke returns to the group. “Well Alli it’s getting a little late, I don’t think I could make it there right now. Ready to head out?” she says as she turns to Luke. Luke and Alli hug as they express it was nice meeting each other, then Alli gives Diane a quick hug.
“Thanks again,” Alli says.
“The pleasure is mine,” Diane says, then jokes. “Us old people have to head to sleep pretty soon, I’m sure you have a busy night of fun ahead.”
On the drive home, Diane says, “that Alli is a cute girl, isn’t she?”
Luke smirks, hesitates, and says, “I mean yeah, seems like a good kid.”
“Oh shut up,” Diane says with a laugh, “I know you’d fuck her if you could.” Luke laughs along, Diane caresses his hard dick from the passenger seat. “You’re stuck with me right now, but is that hard for her?”
Luke chuckles, “I’m not quite sure what the correct answer here is.”
“The right answer is whatever you’re thinking about, your cock is going in me in a few minutes.”
The two pull up to her driveway, walk inside, and embrace and kiss as the door closes, wasting no time. They walk to her bedroom, Luke throwing her on the bed and joining on top of her. They kiss as he unzips her dress, revealing her curvy body. A bit of a stomach after years of enjoying ample food and wine, but not overweight by any stretch. He reaches his hand for her pussy. “This is the pussy I want,” he says, “I don’t need a little brat.” Diane lets out a load noun and grabs Luke’s head towards her, holding him in for a long kiss. Luke slips his dick inside her pussy, thrusting away and kissing romantically. Thus was their nightly routine any time they spent the night together.
***
The next Monday afternoon after Diane’s freshman class, Alli approaches her. “Hey Professor Carver, how was the rest of your weekend?”
“Oh it was fine, just the usual stuff,” Diane just filling the gaps as she packed away her books and folders.
“I was wondering, Mrs. Carver, would you like to see my art in my dorm before you head out?”
Diane didn’t have the same excuses prepared as she did last time. She was surprised by Alli’s seeming lack of shame and forwardness, but intrigued by her childlike passion for her artwork. She didn’t want Alli to lose any motivation, but tried to think of a solution that would still be appropriate. “I have a better idea,” she was thinking on the fly. “Why don’t you bring some of your work to my house tonight and you can stay for dinner?”
Alli was exuberant, “Oh my god, of course! Just let me know when I should be there.”
