The Professor 22

Chapter One

I want to add a special thanks to misterJJP for editing help with this story.

This is a story with an older man and younger, but legal, woman which is a change for me. Most of my stories have a strong mature dominate female character. Maybe the young woman in this story will become some lucky guy's older woman someday. It starts slow but heats up as it goes along. Sometimes real life puts us in instant sex situations but more often it takes a little time to lay the ground work, build some trust and stoke the fires. There are also bisexual male parts along with exhibitionism and masturbation. As always I welcome your feedback, ideas etc. so please feel free to share.

I had bounced around a few places in my teaching career. I guess I have always been somewhat of a restless soul of sorts. Something inside me was searching for something and I'm not sure I even knew for what, or who. Hell I had moved a couple of times just because I really didn't like how the sunsets looked from where I was. I was single with no real ties to keep me in any one place so picking up everything and relocating was no big deal. As a psychologist and professor of studies in human sexuality it wasn't that hard to find a job teaching at a college or university.

I had worked as a state psychologist for a few years performing mental evaluations in various criminal cases. I had also done some work for the government in the area of interrogation and interdiction. The stress was terrible and the travel was even worse. Since much of my work could not take place within the United States, I was constantly on a plane going to places that I didn't know existed, getting information from people who were, for lack of a better term, reluctant about sharing their thoughts and feelings.

The strain of that type of work is heavy so every few years I would take a break from it all and go back to my real passion, teaching and studying human sexuality. Human sexuality is an area of study that no one ever learns everything about. It is a constant and ongoing learning experience even for those of us who teach and do research in this area. I have an absolute passion for learning more and for sharing what I've learnt with others in hope of enlightening them and helping them to learn to explore and enjoy their own sexuality.

I recently found the need for a fresh start. Not because I really wanted to leave the university where I was teaching and move to the third level of hell but because the wife of the damn Dean ,who was my boss, couldn't stop screaming my name in her sleep.

So it was time to move on. This time I had decided on a real challenge. I was going to the heart of bibleville in the deep south. I had no idea what Freeman, Mississippi was like but being originally from South Alabama I had a pretty good idea.

In many ways from my perspective it was unchartered territory for areas of study like mine. Many colleges and universities in the south were just starting to allow classes in human sexuality. Southern Christian values dominated much of society there. Not that there is anything wrong with that but those same values often lead to repression of sexuality, especially in women. Children were taught that sex was bad and wrong and should only take place between adults who were married, to each other, in the dark and only for procreation.

This job gave me an opportunity to help some people break out of that repression and to learn to explore and enjoy their sexuality. It would also give the university a chance to offer a very progressive program of study that would set it apart from others in their area.

I packed up and loaded my necessities into my jeep and headed south. When I made it to Freeman, Mississippi it was about what I expected. Mostly rural farming country and just like I remembered from Alabama growing up. Hot as hell in July. I had decided to live at a lake house on Lake Simon that belonged to an old friend of mine. I dropped my clothes and stuff off there and made my way to the University to get settled into my new office there.

By the time August rolled around I had everything situated and was ready to begin my new journey.

On the day classes were to begin I was sitting in my office early. I always like to get to my office early well before classes start and get my thoughts together and get the materials ready to hand out.

I heard a soft knock at my office door. "Yes, come in." I said. A very cute little brunette slowly peeked her head into my office and said,

"Professor Stone? I mean Dr. Stone?" she asked in a sweet little southern voice that sounded like honey dripping right off the comb.

"Yes, I'm Jack Stone." I replied leaning around to try to get a better look at her.

"Good morning, I'm August Gray, Dr. Stone, I signed up for your new class."

"Well it's very nice to meet you Ms.Gray, please come on in." I said.

She was a shy, almost mousey little thing but damn she was cute. She had the most beautiful blue-green eyes that sparkled like Indicolite -Tourmaline gemstones.

As she sheepishly walked on into my office I noted a very sweet innocence about her that almost caught me off guard. She seemed timid and very unsure of herself. She was dressed fairly conservatively in jeans and a button up type shirt. Very little skin showing at all and her clothes seemed to hide her features. Damn shame too. I could tell that underneath them was a tight sexy little body that was just built for pleasure.

I made brief eye contact but tried to avoid staring since I could sense that she was already scared to death just to be in the room with me. I guess I am somewhat imposing at 6'6'' and 255 lbs, with my head shaved and the goatee. I probably looked more like some guy off pro wrestling than a college professor.

I tried to make her more comfortable with some small talk.

"I'm very glad that you signed up for my class Ms. Gray". I was worried that I might not have a lot of students willing to sign up. The study of human sexuality is a bit daunting for many students. Others are embarrassed or worried about what their friends might thing about them taking such a class".

I pointed to one of the chairs in front of my desk and said "feel free to have a seat".

"Oh, no sir, I didn't want to intrude I was just wondering if I could pick up a copy of the syllabus for the class".

I reached for the stack of copies on my desk and got her a syllabus for the class and handed it to her.

As she looked at the information and the requirements list I saw her immediately turn bright red. She started to turn and I knew that she was overcome with embarrassment. The list stated that several different sexual aids, dildos, vibrators etc. would be used for demonstration and discussion during the class.

"Are you alright Ms. Gray?" I asked.

"Oh, umm oh yes Mr. um I mean profess, ah Dr. Stone, I'm ok." she stammered.

I could already tell that my class was going to be a real eye opening experience for her, if she ever came back.

"If you don't already have some of the things on the list and you can't find them locally its ok. I will have plenty for demonstration purposes and maybe some of the other students will be able to bring some as well."

She looked very relieved. I couldn't even imagine her going into a sex shop to buy sex toys. I was reminded of the old movie line "uh, yeah but you in Mississippi now boy." Hell I should have thought about that, I bet there wasn't a sex shop anywhere near here.

As she turned to leave I stood and extended my hand for a hand shake. Even from behind my desk I towered over her. As I took her hand in mine I could see something flash in her eyes. I felt it too.

For her it was like a bolt of static electricity that ran from her hand straight to her sweet innocent little pussy. I could tell by the way she immediately closed her legs and squeezed them together. I lingered with the hand shake a little longer than was professional. I noticed her looking at my hand. My hand was huge compared to hers and the contrast was striking. Mine was rough, weathered and scarred from years of athletics, being outdoors and from working with my hands on various projects. As she stared at my hand I wondered if she was thinking about what they say about guys with big hands. Hmmmm I wondered if she might even be a virgin. No way, not this day and age. But she wasn't far from it if she wasn't.

Damn I thought, this girl was probably taught the Bayer Aspirin method of birth control. Where girls are taught to put a Bayer Aspirin between their knees and squeeze to hold it there and thus preserving their precious chastity.

She bumped into the table on the way out almost knocking over the lamp. I reached out and put my hand on her arm to be sure she didn't fall. When I did I immediately felt it again. A very distinctive tingle. I could tell she felt it as well. Damn I was traumatizing this poor girl just by touching her arm. I tried to think of something that I could say that wouldn't make things worse. "Ms. Gray," she turned and made eye contact, I gave her my sweetest soft reassuring look "relax, the class will be a lot of fun, we will do a lot of laughing and joking as we learn and discuss things, you have nothing to be nervous or intimidated about. We're going to have several opportunities for one on one learning in addition to the class work and studies. I will be more than glad to help you in any way I can. I think you will really enjoy the class and you will find it very..... " I looked deeply into those beautiful eyes "fulfilling if you are willing to approach things with an open mind."

As she left I couldn't help but watch her sexy little ass. Damn I swear she wiggled her ass at me on the way out the door. Mmmmm this was going to be a fun semester.

Chapter two

The first couple of classes went pretty smoothly. I went over the syllabus for the class and the requirements. I did agree to supply the "tools" required for the class since there wasn't a sex toy store anywhere near the University.

That wouldn't be a problem since I had a good selection and very wide variety. Several different companies that I had worked with in the past on different designs have sent me lots of different models for trials and demonstrations. I have even designed several myself and even modeled for a few after being told by more than a couple of partners that I was the "perfect" size and shape.

The class was small compared to the numbers that I had at larger universities but for the first time the class was offered here or anywhere near here I was pleased with the 24 students I had.

There was a very interesting mixture of students in the group. They ranged in age from 18 all the way to a 64 year old gentleman, who I think was just taking college courses to stay busy.

Good for him I thought when I first noticed him. I knew from various studies that a vigorous and active sex life helped delay the aging process and was also great for keeping the mind sharp as we age. With the development and expansion of a variety of medications used to treat E.D. there is no reason to give in to the aging process. Now many older men are able to physically keep up with and even surpass the performance of younger guys but with the finesse and class that comes with the wealth of knowledge that they have gained through many years of trial and error. This is something that I value more and more as I get older.

The class also had a good mixture of males and females. Several of the female students were a little older than most which I found fascinating.

I have always loved older women and have learned so much from them in my lifetime. My earliest sexual experiences were with a friend and co-worker of my mother and then some of her friends. Hell, when I was younger I had such a thing for much older women that I was given the nick name "Nana Puddin". Sexual interest in younger women was very different for me but I could feel that was about to change.

My class had also been listed as an additional credit in the overall women's studies program and I learned that that was the main reason that the more mature women had signed up. I expected a little back-lash from some since male professors weren't always welcomed in women's studies classes. I was more than willing to accept the challenge to have to opportunity to break the ice in this part of the country.

The mixture of different ages and backgrounds in the class made it pretty interesting. Most of them were willing to participate at least a little. I was never one to just stand and lecture. Most people don't learn as well just listening. When they actually interact they become an active part of the learning process. By asking questions and by encouraging my students to ask questions both of me and of each other I can stimulate the kind of interaction that makes them think about the topic of discussion.

Ms. Gray had been quiet for the most part but I paid special attention to her. I watched her facial expressions and her physical ques as some of the others discussed the various topics. I really noticed her perk up when we reached the topic of the "good girl" phenomenon. I was hoping to get a response out of her with that topic and I did. When I got to how good girls could enjoy their inner naughty side and still remain a "good girl" I definitely noticed a change in her demeanor.

I noticed a big smile from her when I related one of my favorite sayings, which by the way came from a very wonderful older woman who holds a special place in my heart.

She told me "Sugar, every women has a naughty gal inside her somewhere, now most men can never find her and even fewer have any idea what to do with her when they do".

I had a little help from a couple of the more mature ladies in the class. Susan had been a good girl in her day and had grown up in a very sheltered strongly Christian home. She was taught that any type of sex before marriage was wrong and was a sin that she would surely be punished for.

She said that she was also taught that masturbation was wrong. Sex was not something to be enjoyed by a woman but rather something to be endured by them for the purpose of procreation. She had dutifully remained a virgin until she got married to a very fine young man who had been raised almost as sheltered as she had been. I was very impressed her willingness to share her story publicly and I sincerely appreciated her doing so.

Susan explained that after fumbling around not knowing really what to do or how to do it they had frustrated each other on their honeymoon and then they ended up fighting the whole time. Many of her friends who were sexually active described pleasurable experiences but what she experienced was definitely not pleasurable at all.

Her husband had asked her to perform oral sex on him which she thought was dirty and nasty and something that only a slut would do. That was definitely not how babies were made and that was the only reason to have sex.

Sadly after four miserable months her frustrated young husband let one of his buddies talk him into getting a blow job from a hooker. Of course he learned as most men do that blow jobs are like potato chips, you can't just have one. Then he made the critical mistake of asking Susan again and in the process telling her how good it felt. The divorce followed soon thereafter. She was absolutely devastated

After swearing off sex and men forever Susan went a couple of years with no sex life at all. Fortunately she did allow herself to try another relationship after meeting a very nice gentlemen who was several years older than her.

He had lost his wife in a tragic accident a couple of years earlier and had not been any relationship since she died. He and his wife had not only enjoyed a great sex life but had also been involved in "the lifestyle". They were swingers.

His knowledge of sex and the ease with which he was able to discuss it fascinated Susan and she decided it would be worth a try with him. As they say, the rest is history.

Robert was very patient and gentle as he and Susan began to experiment. He was able to help her to open her eyes and her mind to all sorts of sexual pleasure. They have now been happily married for almost 20 years and their sex life is better than ever.

I noticed how intently Ms. Gray listened as Susan described her experience. I could definitely detect an almost pained look on her face at times. I couldn't help but wonder if Ms. Gray had experienced a negative sexual encounter in her own life. She seemed to be very at ease asking questions of Susan and some of the other mature ladies in the class.

I could see her shell beginning to open. While she became more confident in asking questions she still had not shared much about her own sexual experiences but she wasn't alone in that regard, there were several of the younger women who also seemed reluctant to share any of their own experiences with the class.

The more I watched August Gray the more I wanted her in every way. I couldn't be too obvious or give her more attention in class than the other students but I wasn't shy about letting her know in very subtle ways that she held my interest.

After the third class on the "good girl" theory I was working late in my office when I heard a soft knock at my door. I looked up to see the lovely Ms. Gray standing at my door.

"Dr. Stone, could I talk to you for a moment? She asked.

I made eye contact and attempted to read her expression to see what type of visit she was in for.

"Sure Ms. Gray, come on in." I replied.

As she came into my office she seemed somewhat apprehensive but not nearly as much as the last time she was there. I stood and extended my hand and offered her a seat. As she reached for my hand I noticed that she made direct eye contact with me this time.

As I took her hand in mine I felt that same tingle that I had felt before and I could tell that she definitely felt it too.

She gave me a "did you just feel that?" look.

I gave her back my "yes, I did and I enjoyed it," look in reply.

As she took a seat I asked "So Ms. Gray, what's on your mind?"

"Well" she said, "I've really been thinking about the "good girl" theory that we are covering and I have some questions if you have a few minutes."

"Certainly Ms. Gray, I always have time for students who are eager to learn." She avoided direct eye contact and said "you can call me August."

She paused for a moment and then took a deep breath. "Well, I'm not really sure if I have more questions or concerns. When we first started the topic I had all sorts of questions." After listening to Susan describe what she went through I really have more concerns than questions now."

I could tell that she was really struggling to open up about this topic. I needed to prod her along a little but I didn't want to push her too much. "Well let's start at the beginning as they say. Tell me a little about your level of experience, sexually speaking." I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't expecting me to be that blunt.

She hesitated then said "I guess you could say, ah limited."

"August, I know it's difficult for you to discuss these things but in order to learn and to expand your horizons you're going to have to step out of your comfort zone a little. As you begin to step out a little it will become easier for you, I promise."

She took a deep breath and I could tell she was searching for words. "I don't really know where to begin." I know that listening to what Susan shared with the class bothered me. Many of the things she talked about sounded very familiar to me and I really don't want to get to that point in my life before learning more about my own sexuality and how that affects not only me but my relationships."