All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.
Markus opened the door, the sound of his niece, Shawna, thumping down the hall. "That will be Gianna," she said. The name sounded familiar to him, and as he opened the door, he saw why. Gianna was tall, a few inches taller than him, easily six feet. Her face held an expression of confidence and openness. She had brown eyes and tanned skin, her hair was light brown and shoulder length, and she had a slightly pointy nose. What really caught Markus's attention was her body. Gianna was the star of the university volleyball team and had the figure for it, a bronze, Amazon goddess. She was thin and toned, with lithe, narrow hips and the kind of small, delectable tits athletic girls like her so often had. Still at his age a stunning girl like Gianna would make him feel like a little troll with his gray beard and thick glasses.
The house was an old, nondescript one tucked away in the outskirts of town. Gianna was just as surprised as Markus was. She was also a student in his philosophy class, which she hadn't been to in a couple of weeks. His class was obviously a low priority for her. "Oh!" she said. "Dr. Rosen, I didn't expect you to be here."
"At my home?" Markus replied. Something about Gianna's discomfort was gratifying.
"No, I just didn't know you lived with Shawna." She gave a nervous grin, which was quite flattering to her face.
"She's my niece, Miss Garnier. I'm wondering why she didn't mention it." He eyes Shawna. It had occurred to Shawna to tell, but her uncle Markus could be a little intimidating and she didn't want to scare Gianna off. Markus had been teaching philosophy at the university for twenty years. He had long, thinning hair and a gray beard. He was distant and gruff with his students, as he was burned out and jaded with his job.
"Oh," Gianna said. Her blush was visible even under her tanned skin.
"She's sleeping over tonight, uncle Markus. I promise we won't bother you," Shawna said. Markus was already a little bothered to have a student staying over, but he had agreed to let Shawna have a friend over that night. "We'll just stay in my room."
"Don't worry, Dr. Rosen. You won't even know I'm here." She projected confidence in the manner of someone who is good at faking and isn't often called on it.
"Fine," he sighed, "just don't expect me to cook for you," he said. The girls exchanged glances and retreated to Shawna's room.
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"So he's lived here all by himself for fifteen years?" Gianna smirked, "No wonder he's such a killjoy." She sat on Shawna's bed. Her small room was decorated with LED lights and vintage concert posters. The music made her raise her voice.
"Hey, that's my uncle you're talking about, and he moved here after he got divorced." Shawna said as she mixed a rum and Coke on her dresser.
"Yeah, but isn't he? You should know."
Shawna shrugged, "He's Dad's brother. He was a little pissy when I moved in, but didn't complain about the rent. As long as I leave him alone he's not so bad." She smoothed back her long, dark hair.
"His class sucks. I never go, I'm probably failing," Gianna let out a nervous laugh. She knew full well she was failing, and now that it was the springtime she was starting to panic. If she failed out she would have to leave her team and forfeit her scholarship. It was just so difficult to focus here, with so many distractions. Who wanted to go to a boring class when you could be at home or asleep?
"Really? It's Philosophy 101. Not a hard class" Markus never talked to Shawna about his classes, and the times she had asked he had been petulant and dismissive. "You seem awfully chill about it."
"My mom and dad and everyone didn't go to college," she gave Shawna a
look.
"I don't have this kind of thing in my family. Just pour the drink. I didn't come over here to talk about my shitty classes." They sat together, cross-legged on Shawna's bed.
"I can help you out if you need it," Shawna said. Gianna answered with just a scowl.
—
The girls were finally asleep, or their music was off anyway. Markus regretted agreeing to this. His Saturday nights were filled with reading, journaling, and watching videos online. Quiet things. Shawna didn't often have people over. At least Gianna was nice to look at. She had come to the first few classes, and Markus had leered at her. Gianna had that easy confidence girl like her did when they had everything in the world going for them. She was a star athlete and gorgeously hot. Boys had be terrified of her. Not only did she look the way she did, but she could outrun, and outplay any boy who wanted her. She could kick a lot of their asses too. The clock showed almost one AM.
The old door creaked as Markus came out. The water in his blue glass bong was a couple of days old now, and he was going to wash it out and get a snack. The only light on was the one right over the sink and the old floorboards creaked as he crossed to it. Alcohol and salt had never failed him in getting his bong clean, and he shook the glass pipe up and down vigorously, then emptied the gray sludge into the sink. The bong was white and smooth inside.
He opened the refrigerator, and was about to grab a block of cheese when he heard a voice behind him. "Oh, Dr. Rosen. I didn't think you'd be up this late. Markus turned and saw Gianna at the threshold of the hallway. He was about to make a crack about her being shocked he was out in his own house, but he stopped.
Really it was a shame that she didn't come to his class more often. She had her hair in a ponytail and wore a short t-shirt. It exposed her hard belly, and gave just a hint of the rippling abdominal muscles underneath. Her nipples were clearly visible in the worn out t-shirt. But her legs were what really drew Markus's eyes. She had on a pair of gray boy shorts that clung to every curve. Markus was quite taken at the pants girls in his class would wear. What they wore now would have been a scandal in his day, and he quite enjoyed it. Gianna's long, toned legs shone in the dark.
For just a bit longer than was comfortable he silently looked at her. Gianna squirmed involuntarily. "I could say the same. I thought you girls had passed out," he said.
"Oh... yeah," her voice wasn't slurring, but it had the sloppy flow that a few drinks brought. "I just get hungover if I don't have a lot of water after I drink."
"Wise decision," Markus said. "How often do you wake up with hangovers?"
Gianna felt her armpits heat with the implication behind his question. She wasn't used to feeling this kind of social discomfort, especially around a man. "Not that much. I mean..." She squirmed some more.
"I suppose you have to enjoy that sort of thing while you're young, don't you?" He placed the cheese on the counter.
Gianna spotted the bong next to the sink. She had smoked quite a few times before, and had had fun with it. She certainly liked being stoned better than being drunk. She didn't have the same urge to act a fool when she was drunk and there were no hangovers. Normally, she wouldn't have said anything, content to leave this weird old man alone. But she saw an opportunity. She could smoke with him, maybe flirt a little, see if he could do anything about her grade. Coming to college had been quite a shock for her. It wasn't so much that classes were hard. She had made B's and C's in high school, and college courses were a little more challenging, but not overwhelming.
The freedom and lack of supervision were what really shocked her. It was her third year at university and this year she was on academic probation. She had cried in front of the dean when he called her in, it had been humiliating. Her mom was strict and never let her drink or go out and party. With sports, she was never really that tempted anyway.
But she found that college life suited her, the night life anyway. Drinking with friends was fun and she found she could get whatever she wanted from boys. They liked her, and she found that they had a hard time telling her no, even when she had no intention of reciprocating their affection.
This would be the first time manipulating a teacher, but she figured her grade in his class couldn't get any worse. "So... you smoke?" She asked, gesturing at the bong.
Markus again felt the urge to be snarky, to tell her that this was just a flower vase. But there was something about the look on her face. He wondered where this might go, and was not at all opposed to looking at this star athlete a bit more. "I do. I was just getting ready to pack a bowl. Would you care to join?"
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Markus's study was small but had enough room for just the two of them. His old, marked-up wooden desk was covered with papers and he maneuvered his office chair for Gianna to sit in. Her eyes darted around the room. There was a bookcase with philosophy books along with ancient science fiction paperbacks. She only recognized a few of them. On the walls were framed pictures of old sci fi pulp magazines covered with boxy robots and big-headed, menacing looking aliens. There was a dusty award trophy made of dark glass and metal on his desk half covered by papers. A microfridge made a barely audible buzz behind his desk. Gianna couldn't recognize the smell in the room, it wasn't unpleasant and she didn't think it was from weed smoke. Sandalwood maybe? Markus shut the door.
Gianna's nerves were jittery, and her mind raced trying to think of how to talk to Dr. Rosen about improving her grade. She couldn't make much conversation about his books or the posters. "So this is where you do grades?" she ventured.
"I don't care to mix business with pleasure. Usually. I do most of my grades in the office. It's what I've done since the beginning. Doing them online isn't my style. I've never had a student in here before." He looked at her over his glasses as he fished a small plastic canister out of his desk.
"I hope it's not an imposition, Dr. Rosen. That's professional of you not to mix business and pleasure." She bit her lip, hearing how stilted her words sounded.
Markus placed the weed in a round grinder and laughed. "So is you being here the business or pleasure part?" He was enjoying her discomfort.
Gianna gulped, "Business, I guess, being one of your students."
"You're a student of mine? Could have fooled me. Don't students come to class?"
"Dr. Rosen, I'm sorry. I don't know why..." Her ears burned.
"And in my lowest class too. A survey class where we don't even focus on a particular philosopher. So where do you fall on objective versus subjective morality?" Gianna was silent, gaping like a caught fish. "How about free will?"
"Well, I'm sure people have free will," Gianna said, glad to hear a question she understood.
Markus packed the ground weed into the bowl of the bong. He lit it, taking a long slow hit. The flickering lighter lit up his face. It irked him that kids now gave so little thought to foundational questions like this, if they ever had. In his twenty five years as a professor, he saw plenty of kids actually interested, but his 101 class was mostly kids just filling a prerequisite. The smooth smoke filled his lungs, and he brought the bong away from his mouth.
Happy to have something to break the conversation up, Gianna took the bong and lighter and sparked the fame over the bowl. "Based on what?" Markus said, his voice strained as smoke billowed from his mouth. The bong bubbled and the smoke entered Gianna's lungs. She didn't smoke much, and it started to tickle inside her. She gave a single cough, smoke blasting from her nose and mouth. For a second she held in the next cough, tears running down her cheeks. But there was nothing for it, and she coughed and coughed from the smoke.
When Gianna opened her teary eyes, Markus was standing in front of her with a bottle of cold water in his hand. "Thank you," she croaked and took a couple of gulps. He took the bong from her and hit it again, effortlessly holding the smoke in. She alternated deep breaths and swigs of water, already feeling light headed.
