"Guess that's true."
She closed her eyes and I saw her squeeze, as the liquid she had squirted into her pussy, ran back out, almost like going pee, but not quite the same. She stayed squatted down for several long seconds, before using the cloth to wipe her pussy. Only then did she stand up and pull her dress from the bag she'd stuffed it in. She dressed, used the rag one more time to wipe herself, and then stuffed the blanket back into the bag. I watched her walk to another AC unit, a much bigger one, open the side door and then put the bag into it. "Hiding place." She said with a grin, as she walked back toward me. "Ready? I need to get back downstairs before I get missed."
"Sure." I answered, following her across the roof to the access hatch. She held it open, until I went through and then used the key to lock it. We walked out of the equipment room and to the elevator. We had to wait for it to come, and then we both stepped in. She pressed 1 and then, as soon as the door closed, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me urgently.
"One of these days, we're gonna have to figure out how to fuck in here."
"In the elevator?"
"Uh huh. That'd be so fucking hot, wouldn't it? Oh yeah. Now you owe me that story about camping. That was the deal, right? I find some really naughty exciting way to have sex and then you tell me all about the camping trip."
"I guess I did say that, didn't I?" I answered as she slipped her arms from around me and turned to stand next to me, facing the doors as the elevator slowed.
"See you later." She said, walking out and turning left. I stepped out and turned right, heading toward my office, trying not to look guilty, as I passed a number of students. I made it to my office and found several students waiting to see me.
"What can I help you with?" I asked the first student, a young lady that usually sat about half way back, in one of my classes dominated by male students almost five to one.
"We need some help on the homework due tomorrow." She said, as she stepped into my office, the other young lady standing with her following her in.
"Sure, have a seat." I answered, motioning to the seat I kept next to my desk for students. She pulled the chair around the desk a bit further, so she could sit just to the right of me, and show me her notebook, the other girl moving to stand behind her right shoulder. Summer classes are hard for the students. Instead of only three days a week, it's a grueling five days per week, and it's easy for students to get behind. I do what I can, to keep them up to speed, but the sad truth is, only those that come to my office, get individual help. The young lady now sitting next to me, opened her notebook, and laying it on her legs, began to explain what her problem was, the other young lady looking over her friend's shoulder.
Let me just admit, right up front, that I'm a dirty old man. I like looking at girls, and women, and well, the less they have on or the more they are removing, the better I enjoy it. One of the hardest things I had to adjust to, after being prescribed the heart medicine, was trying to train myself NOT to think about sex, especially when I was with a female student, or worse, in front of the class. I was completely embarrassed, right after I started taking it, because I couldn't seem to help, but get a hardon, while I was teaching. I'd always looked at the girls in my classrooms, sometimes even being able to see up under their skirts, in the auditorium. Some of them wear such scant clothing to start with, and then, being able to see bare legs all the way up under their skirts, well, with the meds on top of that... well, you can imagine what happened. It only took me two lectures in that auditorium to decide that boxers were no longer going to work. I switched to boxer briefs, that held my junk in a position that would be less obvious in case I grew, and pants that had enough flex and bagginess, that it wouldn't be so noticeable. Over a number of weeks, I trained myself not to look at the girls long enough to register what they were wearing, so I could keep my mind on what I was doing, and not on other things.
Over the intervening years, I tried to just ignore, for the most part, what the girls were wearing. That is, until they did something, like the girl in my office was doing at that moment. She had on shorts, that were damn short, and tight enough to actually pull the shorts slightly between her pussy lips in what the kids call a camel toe. She also had on and a thin tank top, with absolutely no bra under it, that left the outline of her little nipples poking the front out slightly. If that weren't enough, she kept absentmindedly stroking her left nipple with the end of her pen, making it grow even more rigid, as she talked, explaining to me what her problem was and what she didn't understand. She didn't have large breasts, maybe only a B cup or slightly more, but the fact that she kept stroking her nipple, which was obviously poking her shirt out, was making something else grow.
I was doing my best to ignore what I was seeing her doing, which seemed to be an unconscious, maybe nervous action. I couldn't believe she was doing it on purpose, as flattering as the thought might be. Unfortunately, I couldn't completely ignore the sight, as she bent part way over her notebook, putting the profile of her small perky breast and now rigid nipple, right in my line of sight to her notebook page. Usually, before I went to class, I did what I call a quick prep stroke. With my office door closed, I'd dig one hand quickly into my pants and make sure my dick was positioned, in a rather unobtrusive position, just in case it decided to have an untimely growth. Having just had sex with Debbie, I'd not paid much attention to where mister happy ended up when I pulled my pants up on the roof, and I hadn't had a chance to readjust anything when I reached my office, because of the students waiting for me. So the sight in front of me, was starting to cause a significantly obvious, and somewhat uncomfortable bulge, that I had no hope at all of hiding, with her sitting next to me.
Not only did I notice it, but I could tell, from the little pauses in her words, and the little shift of her head to glance at my crotch, while she talked, that she noticed it was well. Embarrassed, that was what I felt. And the harder I tried to not think about what was making it hard, the more I seemed to harden. I tried to not think about it, as I started explaining the process she needed to follow on the homework, but I could tell she was as distracted by my crotch, as I was by her pen stroking her nipple.
"I'm sorry. Elaine, isn't it?" I asked, stopping my explanation.
"Yes Professor."
"Elaine, I want to apologize. It's rather embarrassing, but if you don't mind me taking a moment to use the men's room, I'd appreciate it."
She leaned back and looked at my face, opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it again, probably deciding against whatever she was going to say. I stood up to be able to get around my desk and out of my office, which was definitely a mistake, in hindsight. Not only was my hardon now more pronounced, but when I stood up it was essentially right in her face. I saw her stare at me, but not move her chair back to let me by.
"Um. Uh. Really, it's alright." She stammered, her eyes glued to the bulge in the front of my pants. "I mean. I don't mind. I'm not offended or anything."
"I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I mean. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of letch or something. It's the reaction to a medication I'm on for my heart. I'm not trying to perve on you or anything. Honest." I said, still hoping to move past her.
"Uh, no. I don't think that, it's alright."
It was pretty clear she wasn't going to move aside, which suddenly made me suspicious that her stroking of her nipple, wasn't as innocent as I had assumed. I looked up at the face of Gina, the other girl with her, and realized she was trying hard to conceal a smile, that was really trying mightily to slip out, and hadn't said a single word one way or the other, despite her staring right at my crotch. "Alright." I said, turning my back to the two girls. I quickly stuck my hand down the front of my pants, and into my briefs, moving my dick to lay up along my body, instead of being bent awkwardly, trying to poke down the leg hole of my briefs. I tucked the front of my shirt back down into my pants and then turned and sat back down. "Now, where were we?" I asked, trying to get my head back into what I was explaining.
It took another ten minutes with her, to get her to understand the process to finish the homework properly, the entire time spent with her teasing her nipple with her pen. She finally declared she understood, and she and her friend Gina, left, to allow the next student in. It wasn't lost on me, that Gina had objected to nothing she'd seen either myself or Elaine do, or to what I did to try and resolve the problem. And I was also quite sure, by how hard her nipples clearly were in her t-shirt, that she could tell what her friend was doing.
Half an hour later, I'd finished with all the students that were waiting, and was able to close my door and sit back and sigh. As flattering as it might be, to think that someone that young, really had some kind of attraction to me, it was a problem I really didn't need. The younger women at the campground had been plenty, and now I had Debbie wanting me to have sex with her, on the roof of all places. I felt like my life was spiraling out of control. Two hours later, after I'd eaten lunch, I felt even more out of control as I stood before a classroom, lecturing, unable to NOT think about each of the young ladies in the room, wondering which, if any, harbored secret fantasies toward this particular professor.
When it was time to go home, I was thankful. I needed to get back to reality, and a good swim was what I needed. The pool wasn't anything like a regulation size swimming pool, but it was long enough that I could get at least half a dozen good strokes in, before I had to flip and go the other direction. I put my suit on, or should I say my NEW suit, and started swimming laps. It was a bit tough making the flip on the shallow end; but, I had lots of experience keeping my curl tight enough, I didn't hit the bottom, and was working on lap thirty five when I heard and felt someone else dive in. I paused at the shallow end and stood up to see who had joined me. To my surprise, I saw Trish standing in the shallow water, not far from me, her body completely bare.
