Characters
* Old Lazenby- Gerhard- 'Gerry'- Lazenby, professor
* The Professor- Natalia Lazenby, his wife, professor
* Sandra Weston- graduate student
* Ben Weston- her husband, rookie police officer
* Martin Benning- graduate student
Donors and Grads
Sandie had been having sex long enough to know when she had experienced an orgasm very recently. She knew that weakness in the knees and that sense of euphoria that came with it. Sometimes a raspy throat from really breathing hard and deep near the peak. A bit of a scent, and that full, damp sensation down there that signaled she had become very aroused.
She felt all of these indicators and more strange sensations as Professor Lazenby led her downstairs from her private house tour. It was odd to have a sense that at least the past half hour of her life had somehow disappeared.
"Where have you been, baby?" her husband Ben asked as the Professor steered her toward the larger conversational group gathered with drinks in the big living area.
"The Professor gave me a tour of the upper level. Really beautiful old place. Do you know that she has her own private wing off the upper hall? Someday we need to own a place like this!"
"You must have seen everything up there. You were more than an hour, you know. I was wondering if you had just decided to go home."
"No, I guess we just lost track of time. It was very interesting. Remind me to tell you more about it when we get home. So, what did I miss? What's everyone been talking about down here?"
"Old Lazenby has been telling us about scholarships and bursaries that have become available for grad students in his department. Too bad you weren't here, but I'll fill you in after. You probably qualify for some of the money and department assistant opportunities."
"Too bad I missed that. You'll have to bring me u p to speed."
"Marty seemed very keen on it too. You know that he'll be trying hard to line up some funding to finish off his research. Maybe both of you can land something?"
Sandra Weston- Sandie to her friends- was a petite blonde university grad student. She had a friendly face, a winning smile, and big hazel eyes. Her trim figure was perfectly proportioned, a healthy athletic build. Sandie was outgoing and had always enjoyed lots of friends. And, she was smart too- the young woman had it all.
Sandie and Ben Weston had known one another since their final year in high school. They both went off to university, Ben aspiring to be a teacher. However, after graduating and training in education, he quickly found that it wasn't for him. So, when Sandie continued into a Masters program in Psychology, Ben went to police training, in search of a new career.
About this time they married, having already been together for several years. Sandie had always been drawn by her husband's handsome face and his relatively tall, muscular body. If he hadn't decided on police work, he would have been an ideal Physical Education teacher. Except for dealing with students. That just wasn't to his liking, as he soon found out.
Their first two married years had been difficult financially, the in-school couple racking up almost a hundred thousand in student loans, a crushing debt at their age. But, they were in love and deeply committed to one another. And, this academic year Ben was finished his training and had started his first policing job. The future looked bright, especially if Sandie could get some departmental funding for her studies.
While the couple was chatting privately, Sandie noticed Professor Lazenby staring at her rather intently, and then flashing a big smile when she caught the grad student's eye. Sandie returned her smile and continued talking softly to Ben.
"Did you know that up there they have two different wings- one for him and one for her- with a common bedroom right in the middle. She told me that the centre one is reserved for nights when they sleep together- you know, "not really sleeping at all", she said. Otherwise, they use their own separate quarters."
"You mean Old Lazenby still has sex sometimes. I would never have guessed it. He must be at least sixty, maybe more. Look at his white hair and stooped back," Ben commented.
"But she's probably just in her forties. So maybe she's the one who drags him to the centre bedroom once a month?" Sandie joked, and they both chuckled.
The couple was in their mid- twenties, so even forty seemed like an old person, unlikely to be interested in sex. Sixty was ancient, long past any sexual impulses whatsoever. Little did they both know how wrong their assumptions really were.
While they were talking softly on the perimeter of the group, Ben noticed that Professor Lazenby had come beside Marty and engaged him in conversation. He overheard her mention something about scholarships, then a few minutes later, saw the Professor draw Marty away from the group and lead him down a side hallway. Ben took note for a moment, then let it go.
There was a good mix of students, professors and some other adults that Sandie and Ben hadn't seen before. But, they had never been guests at the Lazenby's home, so didn't know the couple's friends and associates.
Both professors were in the Psychology Department, and rumour had it that Old Lazenby used to have his future wife in his class before they were married. Now he did limited teaching- mostly graduate courses- and some administrative work for the department. His wife, Natalia, was a popular professor in various undergraduate courses.
They often hosted house parties for staff, grad students, and other adult guests. They kept the liquor flowing and encouraged people to 'loosen up' and enjoy themselves. They were legendary for impromptu games and activities to make people mix comfortably. An invitation to their home was a welcome night out.
Something had Ben wondering why Marty was gone for quite some time- at least forty-five minutes- with Professor Lazenby. Then he noticed him back among the group, looking for his friends. Ben noted that he seemed a bit disoriented, almost as though he had been drinking too much. Marty had a sort of glazed look, a flat affect that was unlike him.
"How's it going, man?" Ben sidled over to Marty, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"Great, Ben. Good party, right? How are you and Sandie doing?"
Marty seemed pretty normal, maybe a bit happy with drink, but not much. Ben could smell the alcohol, but there was something else there too- an undercurrent of perfume. This seemed unusual because Ben thought that he'd been with a some male friends earlier, not his usual girlfriend.
"Who are you here with tonight, Marty?" Ben asked, checking a bit.
"Came with a couple of friends. Chantal is studying tonight. Why?"
"Just wondering about that perfume you're wearing, that's all."
Marty sniffed the air a few times, then his shirtsleeves.
"Yeah, I do smell perfume. But it's not my scent. I don't usually use that one," he joked. "I have no idea where that came from."
