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Prof wants one student, must avoid anotherIt was the first day of the Fall semester, and I was watching students file down the stairs and take their seats in the pit lecture room I was assigned. As usual I was prepared for lecture and could afford the luxury of people watching. I was particularly amused this day because it was the first time in several years that I was teaching Chemistry for non-majors. The class was mostly filled with first year students, and it was this aspect which amused me. It’s fun to watch the new students, eager to try impress the rest of the college campus with antics that are purely high-school in their design. I watched the guys strut in with their chests out, their hair gelled, and their shirts too tight to reveal their muscles and tattoos. I watched the women walk in — carefully made up with new hairdos and short shorts with writing across the rear. Regardless of what the letters spelled, it always meant the same thing, “Look at my ass.” This annual parade is so much fun, because you know that by the end of the semester these same students will come rolling in wearing dirty sweats and unabashedly sporting bed hair.Somehow I’ve always had a built in mechanism that prevents me from being attracted to the young women in my classes, no matter how sexy they dress. Ever since my first year of teaching in grad school, the appearance of a woman in my class has automatically kicked on some sort of paternal or brotherly instinct switch in me. Even when I was only a couple of years older than these students, I couldn’t date them because I felt like their big brother. Now, that I was 50 and recently widowed, this built in paternal feeling kept me both from looking like the old lecherous prof and from doing something that might compromise my underpaying job.Then, just before the bell rang, a woman walked in who commanded my attention like no student had in 20 years of teaching. She stood out for 3 reasons. First, she was dressed in a conservative dark blue women’s business suit — skirt just below the knee, well-tailored blazer, plain blouse underneath, dress heels. This type of outfit was unheard of for anyone on campus except upper administration. Second, even given the conservative nature of her suit, her figure stood out as remarkable. Full, curvaceous hips that narrowed to a fine waistline, large, rounded breasts that even the uptight suit couldn’t keep from jiggling enticingly as she came down the stairs. But her most remarkable physical feature was her dark, sultry face — dark eyes and olive complexion nestled under a perfect coif of dark brown hair. This woman was Sophia Loren at 40 — only more so. Which leads me to the third way in which she stood out from your typical college student. She was probably twice the age of every student in there. She could have been as young as 30, but her presence suggested a mature woman in her 40’s. It was probably this last feature that caused my anti-student-attraction switch to malfunction, or maybe it was because she looked like every dream girl I ever had. Regardless of the cause, I was definitely attracted to this beauty from the first moment I saw her.All these thoughts went through my head in the brief few seconds that it took this woman to walk to the front of the room and take a seat. Luckily, almost everyone else was looking at her too, so my leer probably wasn’t noticed. As she entered, she looked incredibly lost, which when combined with her odd style of dress caused all the 19 year old women in the room to stare and smirk. With her smoking looks, I guarantee that every guy in the room was having a MILF fantasy.I began class, and for the first time in my career it was difficult to stay focused on my lecture. Wednesday and Friday of that week were the same. This Mediterranean goddess dressed in business suits and sat in the front of the room. While the exposed curve of her calves and her large, seductive eyes did their best to attract my eyes and my thoughts, I managed to hit my stride and carried on my lectures pretty much as normal. The one exception was at the end of lecture that Friday. By the end of the first week, students start to realize that college isn’t high school and they might need a little more help. So, I always end my lecture on that first Friday with a compassionate reminder that I’m happy to help them during my office hours, and that they can make additional appointments with them. On this instance, I realized I was staring right at my Mediterranean goddess when I said, “I’d really enjoy helping you outside of class if you need it.” This realization brought a flush to my face, but the students were already eagerly departing for their weekend parties; so, no one noticed. Or at least I hoped so.Sitting home alone that Friday night I found myself hoping that my Mediterranean goddess had noticed my staring at her and that she had enjoyed it. I found myself fantasizing about removing her blazer. In my fantasy, she was smiling seductively at me and cooed when I began to undo the buttons of her blouse. I’ve always been a breast man, and hers were deliciously large. The thought of removing her conservative blazer and blouse to reveal her massive mounds enclosed by sexy black bra was too much for me. I was rock hard, and I’d only gotten this far into the fantasy. Suddenly, in my fantasy world I was undressing her in the class room. The forbidden nature of this turn put me over the edge. It didn’t take my hand much work, and I exploded into the best orgasm since my late wife had taken ill.I tried my best not to become obsessed with this woman, but I had to at least know her name. In a class of 125 it’s not easy to know anyone’s name. She was “My Mediterranean Goddess”, but I had to really know who she was. It was unlikely that she would respond to my request to come into office hours, so I devised a plan.The following Monday I brought my camera to class. I ended class 10 minutes early and explained to the students that I was going to take all their pictures in groups of 4 to 5 students so that I could get to know them. I told them I would bring the pictures back to the Wednesday lecture when they would fill in their names below their picture so I could start to match faces to names. This went smoothly, and I got photos of all the students including the one who I was most interested in.That night I downloaded the pix to my home computer and began placing lines under each student’s image so they could fill in their names. When I got to the photo containing the likeness in my Mediterranean goddess, I stopped and took my time to observe. She had broken from the business suit mode and had on a more typical college outfit. She had on a peasant blouse which was designed to hang a little loosely on its wearer. However, her bosom was so full that it stretched the blouse out tight at chest level, leaving to hang loosely below. Mmmm. I took extra time to enjoy the expanded neckline the blouse revealed. It didn’t show any cleavage, but I could see quite a bit of her upper chest and shoulders. She had just the right amount of roundedness, and her olive complexion glowed with warmth. She had on a pair of Capri pants. I recalled watching as she turned to put her backpack down next to her seat. The pants were perfectly form-fitted to her full, luscious ass. In this outfit, she truly was Sophia Loren come to life in my class. An image of me kneeling behind her naked ass popped into my head. In my fantasy, I reached down to guide my engorged cock into her velvet pussy. …Suddenly, I realized with a shock that I was rubbing my crotch. “Stop this, Dr. Wilson,” I said aloud to myself. This was clearly not right. I had started with a plan merely to learn her name. Now I realized that I had actually obtained a picture of her and I was starting to use it as whacking material. While Mr. Chubby was yelling at me to continue, my conscience realized that I just couldn’t do this. It was partly my sense of my moral obligation to all students in my class, and partly because I had already started to feel true affection for my Mediterranean goddess. I didn’t really realize it then, but looking back I already respected her and I desperately wanted her to respect me. I couldn’t use her picture for these nefarious purposes. So, I moved onto the next image until I finished adding lines to all and printed them.On Wednesday, I saved 10 minutes at the end of lecture for students to write their names beneath their picture. This went smoothly. I noticed that the woman of my interest was again wearing casual clothes. Back in my office, I quickly shuffled through the stack of photos to find hers. There she was — Maria del Carpio. Finally, a name with the face. West Side Story music started running through my head “Mariaaa. I just met a girl named Maria.”I was jolted from my reverie by the voice of one of my colleagues at my office door. Looking at my stack of photos he queried skeptically, “So, what are you doing there, Carl?””Oh, I’ve got one of the big Intro Chem lectures, and I thought I’d try this new technique to learn names.” I explained that I would go over their pictures and names like flashcards to memorize who they were.”Yeah, I’ve heard of that technique at a teaching workshop,” he replied. “It seemed like too much work at the time. Let me know if it works for you.” With that, he moved on down the hall.I was relieved that my colleague didn’t think I was a weirdo, but I was disappointed that my “new technique” wasn’t new at all. I had always planned on following through with learning their names, but now I was determined to succeed as quickly as possible. I had Maria down — I wasn’t going to forget that one. I started by locating the photos of the five or six students who had already asked questions in class. I learned them first because the same students tend to be the ones who participate all the time. Later that night at home. I worked hard to get down about 25 of the names.By Friday’s lecture, I could name about 40 of the students in their photos, plus Maria. About 10 minutes into lecture I got a question from one of the students whom I had studied because he had previously asked a question. I smiled inwardly and responded, “Good question, Justin. …” The answer doesn’t matter, but Justin was pretty shocked that I knew his name. To my pleasure, other students also looked surprised. Well, my little self-serving scheme might actually improve my teaching. About 15 minutes later, I asked the class a question, and luckily another one of the students whose names I had memorized responded. I also addressed him by name. Two for two.About five minutes before the end of class, Maria held up her hand. It took everything I had to swallow my excitement. “Yes, Maria,” I said with apparent exterior calm. Inside, my heart was pounding. Her question indicated that she really wasn’t following the concept of electron shells in atomic structure. I tried my best to answer her question, but knew from experience that it probably wouldn’t be sufficient help for her level confusion. If I went back far enough to explain what she was missing it would mean boring most of the students and worst of all point out to the other students that my Mediterranean goddess was pretty lost. At the end of my explanation, it was the end of class time. Students started packing up and filing out. Just as I would do for any student, I wandered over to Maria in the front row and asked, “Did my explanation answer your question sufficiently?”Maria looked straight into my eyes (schwingg!) with a somewhat tense look on her face. I could tell that she was trying to decide how to respond. Finally, she went with the truth, and replied, “Not quite. I still feel a little confused.” When she spoke her tenseness left, and she looked vulnerable.Before I could think it through, I blurted out the response I’d give any student, “Well, why don’t you stop by my office later where we can take more time to talk.” Over half of my brain was pre-occupied getting lost in her big, dark eyes that seemed so hopeful, innocent, and sultry all at the same time. I hoped my statement hadn’t sounded like a come on, but I couldn’t focus.Maria half-shrugged and said noncommittally, “Oh, yes. I probably should.” It was past time for both of us to clear out so I smiled as non-lecherously as I could and went back to the podium to gather up my materials.During my office hours that day, I spent the whole time hoping that every little sound in the hall was Maria coming in for help. Even though after the first five minutes I was beating myself up for blowing my chance, I kept looking for her. I tried to focus on work, but it was no good. All I could do was go over in my head all the things I’d done and said wrong and how I should have done and said them. Well, that, and keep an eye out for Maria. I realized then that I had it bad. My wife and I had been happily married for 25 years before she passed on a little over a year ago. Therefore, it had been a very long time since I had been so concerned over what a woman thought of me — if she thought of me. I even stayed in my office long after five pm on a Friday night. By that time there wasn’t a student in the building, but my hopes that Maria might stop by had become completely irrational.That weekend I worked hard to learn as many student names as possible. After I got to about 75 who I could name confidently, the process got much tougher. The educator in me told me that I had probably reached brain capacity for sheer memorization at this time. To keep my mind occupied, I tried to spend the rest of the weekend productively. I tried working on a research paper I was writing; I tried puttering around the garden; I tried a thorough Fall house cleaning. But not even watching football could successfully distract me from my daydreams of Maria. In my mind we spent the whole weekend like a happy dating couple. We held hands, shared wine, and stared into each other’s eyes. I snuck glances of her gorgeous derriere, of the ample cleavage of her bosom, and an imagined camel-toe. Somehow, I didn’t have to work to keep my fantasies PG rated. I told myself it was because I was maintaining a proper teacher/student distance. Now I know that it was because I so strongly hoped that someday I would live these fantasies with Maria that I wanted to leave the rest of the fantasies to real life. By Sunday night I had begun to exhaust the possibilities of these PG fantasies, which somehow made me start to realize that the chances that Maria and I would develop anything other than a student/professor relationship was pretty close to zero.Back at work Monday, I was busy enough to temporarily forget about Maria. I was restructuring my upper level class that meets on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which required all the brainpower I could bring to the situation. I also had numerous emailed questions from students to answer, and a few faculty committee items to attend to. When the electronic calendar reminder went off 1.5 hours before my afternoon Intro Chem class to tell me to prepare, I thought briefly of my Mediterranean goddess, but I quickly focused on reviewing my lecture before class. So, by the time the class began, I had reached a level of comfort that I hadn’t felt in days. I was in the faculty groove and had put the middle-aged puppy love phase behind me. At least until Maria walked into the classroom.Before class I was chatting with some students about the weekend’s football games, when I looked up to see Maria bouncing down the stairs. She was dressed in a tight scooped neck t-shirt and jeans. Simple when you say it, but not if you saw her in it. Although giving ample views of her lustrous olive skin, her t-shirt still stopped just short of revealing any of her ample cleavage. But the tight fit showed off her heart-stopping figure better than anything she had worn before. I couldn’t help but stare momentarily as her luscious boobs jiggled with each step. They have to be at least double E’s I thought to myself. Their effect was accentuated by the fact that her shirt tapered with her narrow waist. Her hips succulently swelled below her waist in her tight fitting jeans. I’m sure that for many of the 20somethings in the class, Maria’s waist was probably not narrow enough. But I prefer a well-rounded woman, and in comparison to her exceptionally endowed top and wide hips Maria’s waist made a perfect hourglass shape.I realized that one of the students was asking for the second time whether I had seen the fantastic fourth quarter catch that had lifted the Vikings over the much-hated Bears. I returned from my reverie and answered, “Yes, that was an awesome play.”One of the guys in this group noticed where my attention had been and chided, “I think that Dr. Wilson maybe occupied with more interesting things than football, Mandy.” I felt quite embarrassed and tried to pass off the situation as being occupied by a problem in my research program. I don’t think the students bought it, and Mandy the blonde young lady who had been asking me the question seemed put out by the fact that I could ignore her. Although not quite my type (too young and too blonde), Mandy was a quite attractive young woman who was likely used to commanding the complete attention of every man in the room. As I awkwardly excused myself to start lecture, I could swear that Mandy had a little pouty look on her face.I put aside the fact that at least four students in the class knew that I was attracted to Maria and concentrated on giving a great lecture. I stopped 20 minutes before the end of lecture to give a quiz. As I handed out the quiz I reminded the students, “This quiz is mainly for you to judge how well you will be prepared for next Monday’s exam. There only two questions, both of which are rather long. One question is one that I expect everyone should get if they have been keeping up with the class and represents the difficultly of about 75% next week’s exam. The other question is much more challenging. It’s meant to separate the As from the Bs. About 25% of the upcoming exam will be at this level of difficulty.”As the students took the quiz, I quietly organized my lecture material. If it hadn’t been for the earlier incident, I would probably take this time to steal some significant glances at Maria. However, I was concerned that the four students in front would be watching me for just this behavior. So, I looked over at these students instead. I was met with an extraordinary view of Mandy’s cleavage. She had on a low-cut revealing t-shirt anyway, but I could swear that she was leaning farther forward than necessary. Her perky tits were squeezed between her arms, in a way that seemed purposeful. Mandy was no where nearly as well endowed as Maria, but she had a full C cup which she was currently exposing to almost nipple level. I didn’t let my eyes rest there too long, because I didn’t want to start the rumor of the horny chem professor today.I started reading a journal article. In a few minutes, I looked out over the class to see if there were questions. My perusal of the room started slowly in Maria’s direction, letting me glimpse her without raising attention. At this point, all students were hard at work, with their attention full on their task at hand. In comparison, Maria seemed uncomfortable with a somewhat pained look on her face. My scan ended on Mandy’s side of the room. Again, Mandy was displaying a magnificent view that no straight man could avoid looking at. At just that moment Mandy looked up and caught me eyeing her. I tried to nonchalantly return my attention to my paper so it wouldn’t seem like I was “caught.” In that brief time, a self-satisfied smile grew on Mandy’s face.I was now caught between trying not to think about a woman with whom I was obsessed and trying not think about a hot young blond who seemed to be showing off for me. I went from the guy who never noticed this stuff in class to a guy who was tormented on both sides of the room. As the time for the quiz winded down, I again scanned the room for questions. I allowed myself to take full notice of Maria, but I didn’t let my gaze take in Mandy. It was only a minute before my curiosity made me take furtive peek in Mandy’s direction. It might have been my imagination, but it now seemed that her arms were squeezing her breasts tighter, making them swell even more. What clearly wasn’t my imagination was the fact that Mandy’s nipples were now hard and straining against her top.”Okay, time’s up. Please hand in your quizzes.” I worked hard not to look at either source of my torture, but instead thanked students and wished them well as they handed in their quizzes. When Mandy turned in her quiz she smiled impishly at me and said, “I didn’t think it was too hard. But I could see how some people could feel it was hard.” She put an odd emphasis on “could feel it was hard” and paused a moment too long. She was probably waiting to see if her double entendre had an effect.I looked at her straight in the eye and coolly replied, “I hope that everyone did equally well.” Although my eyes had never strayed below her eyelevel, I could still tell that her high beams were shining brightly through her top. As Mandy walked away, I proudly thought to myself, one potential problem averted.Maria was one of the last students to turn in her quiz. She dropped it off quickly, hurrying out of the lecture hall without making eye contact with me. This behavior usually is a sign that a student performed well below their expectations on an exam. At first I felt sorry for her, but then on the walk to my office I started to worry that perhaps she had seen me looking at Mandy. Maybe I had offended her or let her down. Maybe she was now repulsed by her lecherous old professor ogling the younglings in the class.I set to grading the quiz and quickly learned that Maria likely scurried out because she was embarrassed by her performance. When I recalled her confused question in lecture, I wasn’t surprised at her low D grade. I always feel bad when students perform poorly, but this hit me personally as I was clearly pulling for my lovely Mediterranean goddess. I found myself wishing desperately that Maria’s poor performance was the only reason that she avoided me.On the other hand, Mandy did quite well, only missing a couple of points on the difficult question. When I started my teaching career I might have been chauvinistic enough to be surprised by such a strong effort by a giggly, bubbly, apparently air-headed cheerleader type. However, I had learned long ago that looks often really were deceiving.When I handed back quizzes on Wednesday, I gave my usual spiel that I was extra available to provide help this week. I reminded the students that the quiz itself wouldn’t have much effect on their grade, but that the upcoming exam would. So, they should get help and/or get to work as soon as possible. Of course I snuck glances Maria’s way throughout the day but did my best to ignore a suggestively dressed Mandy. I hoped that my encouragement to seek help would persuade Maria to visit my office, but I didn’t consider how it would affect Mandy.About 10 minutes after I returned to my office, I heard a vivacious, “Do you have time for me now, Carl?” I looked up to see Mandy standing seductively in the door. She had all her weight on one leg which caused her hips to stick out provocatively on the other side. This effect was accentuated by the fact that she was wearing extremely short cut-off jeans. She had a V-necked t-shirt on top, which unlike Maria’s from the other day was designed to show plenty of her newly ripened cleavage. She held her books against her body in a way that lifted her bust line up even farther than its normal pertness.I coolly replied, “Sure. What can I help you with?” I managed to maintain my composure and to sound like a friendly father figure — or so I thought.Mandy looked a little disappointed and added a little less vivaciously, “You did say we could call you by your first name, didn’t you?””Oh, yes,” I assured. “It’s just that most first semester students don’t feel comfortable with that. But I’m always glad when they do.” Her spirited disposition quickly returned. As I pointed to the chair I keep on the right side of my desk for students, I added, “Why don’t you have a seat.” I didn’t want her hanging out in my doorway dressed like a car shop calendar girl.Mandy pulled the chair up to the side of my desk, leaning low as she did. I managed not to look down her shirt. “I just have some questions about the parts of the quiz I missed. I saw the correct answers on Brad’s quiz, but I don’t know how to get there.” She affected a slightly pouty demeanor, conveying more of an “I’m lost” attitude that I’m sure she really felt. I’d seen students like this dozens of times. If Mandy went home and worked it through on her own, she would figure out her own answers, but students like this want extra help from the professor. Sometimes they just want some face time with someone who can eventually write them a letter of recommendation. Sometimes they have a slight lack of self-confidence and need a little hand-holding at the start of the semester.”Well, as I recall you did pretty well on most of the quiz. So, I’m sure you could eventually work this out on your own, but let’s work it out together as long as you’re here.””Yeah. I’m sure working together is just what I need.” Mandy put that unusual emphasis on “together” that I heard her use before. I hoped she wasn’t hinting at what I was afraid she was hinting at. No. You’re too old and too unremarkable, I told myself.I reviewed her quiz to familiarize myself with her mistakes and asked what she didn’t understand. I reviewed the concept on which the question was based, and I explained the strategy for solving it. I looked her straight in the face as I did this. She was showing a lot of flesh, but I wasn’t about to give in and look. When I finished, she had a puzzled look on her face.”I’m still not quite getting it,” she said slowly. She seemed entirely sincere in her confusion.”Let’s look at it this way,” I replied. As I spoke, I got out a sheet of scratch paper and a pencil. I began drawing out a diagram to illustrate the concept. My drawing became more and more elaborate as I got completely caught up in the concepts at hand.Before I could complete my mini-lecture, Mandy got that satisfying “I’ve got it” look, and actually said excitedly, “I think I have it now. Let me see if I can finish this.” Instead of taking the paper from me, she moved her chair around the corner of my desk so that she was right next to me. Her bare leg rubbed against mine. Her right hand reached around mine and took the pencil from my grasp. She began adding to my drawing, filling in the details perfectly. Of course to reach around my arm, she had to lean forward which provided a perfect view down her blouse. It took a Herculean effort, but I didn’t allow my eyes to leave the paper and wander to her cleavage. Instead, I removed my hand from the paper and sat back a little, giving her easy access to the paper. I hoped she would pull the paper to her so that we didn’t have to be so close to each other. However, she kept working at an odd angle and leaned closer to me, bringing the side of her juicy left breast against the side of my arm.I had started out completely focused on my explanation, but now with the pressure of her leg on mine and her boob on my arm, my head was starting cloud. I couldn’t let that happen and scooted my chair a little to the left, providing separation between our flesh. This move gave her more room to work, so it didn’t look too much like I was escaping. My eyes remained locked on the paper, because they might get me in trouble otherwise. Mandy finished the drawing, explaining as she went. She then quickly proceeded to solve the part of the problem that had stumped her on the quiz. She was absolutely correct and I felt proud as a teacher. That paternal feeling grew in me, providing some armor against her bountiful womanly charms.”Yes, you’ve got it precisely!” I exclaimed clearly pleased. “I thought you’d pick it up if we looked at it from a different angle.”Mandy smiled at me happily, and proclaimed “We work really well together.” As she spoke, she slipped her left hand across the top of my thigh to squeeze its inside edge. Her look went from cheerful to sultry. A note of arousal trumpeted through my body. At the same time an alarm of warning clanged in my head. Her hand started caressing my thigh. Before she could really get a good fondle in, I stood up quickly.”Well, I think that you are ready to solve the other part you missed on your own. But I want to give you a reference to help.” As I turned toward my bookshelf, I thought I caught a glimpse of someone going by my office door. I quickly found the book that experience told me would help Mandy. I leaned over my chair placing the book on the desk so that I didn’t have to sit next to her again. I rapidly found and marked the appropriate place. “Here it is. This book covers this topic completely differently than our text. I think between the two, you’ll have no problem mastering the rest of this material.” I felt that I had executed my escape from Mandy relatively smoothly, but I didn’t want it to seem like I was driving her out of my office. To this end, I added, “I really think that you’ll make the material your own and be able to apply it better on the exam if you work the rest out on your own. Research on learning shows that people only really achieve lasting learning when they construct their own learning.” The learning theory stuff was probably over the top, but oh well.If Mandy was put off by my behavior, she didn’t let it show. She hugged the book against her and said, “That sounds like a good idea.” There was conviction in her voice, and she had a completely nonplussed attitude. It was as if she thought that fondling a professor’s thigh was perfectly normal behavior. I found this attitude odd, but I was just happy that she was easily agreeing to end our learning session. Of course, a small part of me wished that I could be the book pressed against the swells of her chest.Mandy gathered the rest of her things. As she stepped to the door, she said over her shoulder, “Thanks, Carl. That really helped a lot.” Her voice was the sound of pure innocence. She turned and left. I allowed myself the briefest of views of her perfect ass in those short, short cut offs. The vision was brief, but burned into my brain.As I rode my bike the 15 miles home, I had a headfull to contemplate. The long ride helped to keep me in excellent shape for a guy over 50, and I often solved many research problems riding along the back roads. This time I had to solve personal problems and maybe even face some personal demons instead. If Maria had come to my office and behaved the way Mandy had, I would be hearing fanfares and seeing fireworks. But apparently the woman of my interest had no interest in me. Instead, a 19 or 20 year old hottie had come into my office and came onto me. At least I thought she had. It seemed so incomprehensible to me that Mandy had purposefully flirted with me that I had to review the evidence over and over to convince myself it happened. As unlikely as it seemed, it definitely seemed that Mandy had a pattern of flirting with me. Worse yet, she had seemed to up the ante at every turn.While Mandy’s young age and position as a student in my class strongly activated the part of me which helps me avoid thinking of students in any way other than a professional relationship, her exceptional good looks and flirtatious manner strongly activated the basic male urges of my psyche. In over 20 years of teaching I had never had a woman come onto me like this. In fact, I realized that as I replayed our interactions this afternoon, that a bulge was growing in my shorts. This was a new experience for me while riding a bike.To distract me from her actions and looks, I reviewed Mandy’s potential motivations for her behavior. The most obvious reason for a pretty young thing to flirt with an old prof like me was to influence her grade. It didn’t seem like Mandy needed this extra advantage, and her excitement at finally solving a difficult problem suggested that she didn’t want to avoid the learning process. Still, this explanation made the most sense. If she was really cunning, maybe she thought she could set me up as a freshman so that she’d get As in all my classes and get the most outstanding letter of recommendation ever when she graduated. No. That plan would take significant cold-hearted calculation to instigate in your first month on campus. While I couldn’t figure Mandy out, she didn’t seem that cold-hearted.This contemplation of rationale did squelch my a****l urges for Mandy. Finally, I considered the possibility that she saw me as a figure in power. Maybe she had issues with her father, or didn’t know her father. She could be mixed up and ready to have a crush on any mature professor without a hump on his back. At last, I felt only that paternal, protective feeling for Mandy like I did for every student. Well, every student except Maria.As I closed within a quarter mile of my home, I tried to enjoy the smells, sights, and sounds of the forest where my home was located. I had been riding on autopilot, lost in thought. But now I purposefully took notice of my surroundings. Homes were spread few and far between in here, and I liked it that way. So, when a car I didn’t recognize appeared ahead of me I took notice. I tried not to stare at the driver, but I definitely tried to apprise the situation as the car drove toward me. As the car passed me, the evening sun shining through the trees caused a dappled glare off of its windows. However, the driver looked a lot like Maria.At first I was shocked and almost turned to cycle after the car (as if I could catch it). I soon realized that I just had Maria on my mind. It was silly to think that she would be up here on this road. I found myself wishing it had been her, but I was sure it wasn’t.On Thursday, I kept hoping that Maria would stop by my office for help. After all, I had given her a personal invitation. At first it seemed likely that she would still come by. I could easily rationalize that, like many students, Maria might have had to rush off after my late afternoon class on Wednesday to a job. So, earlier on Thursday would be the time for her to come to me for help. I saw several other students from my gen chem class that day, which kept my rationalization alive. However, by the end of the day, I realized that Maria wasn’t coming in for help. She either wasn’t the type to seek help or she actually had caught me ogling Mandy that day and was disgusted with me. The bike ride home that day seemed longer than usual.I was hard at work Friday morning prepping lectures when I heard a tentative knock at my open office door. I looked up to see Maria and nearly fell out of my chair. Well, actually what happened was I dropped the pen I was holding and tried to catch it several times only to knock it up again like a hacky sack. I finally subdued the recalcitrant writing device, but I felt like a complete bumbling fool. Smooth move, Rico Suave I thought to myself.”Hi, Maria,” I stated calmly, trying my best to regain my composure. She was dressed in a loose fitting sweater that was entirely too warm for the weather and baggy hip-hop style jeans. The effect produced by all this fabric was one of trying to cover up her natural physical gifts. It might have worked on Mandy, but Maria’s bountiful attributes couldn’t be covered up by any such fashion trick.”Hi, Dr. Wilson,” she said sheepishly as she eased her way slightly into my office. “You said we should come see you if we needed help.” Although she still emitted an air of maturity far beyond any of her classmates, Maria seemed apprehensive — unsure of her decision to talk to her professor.”Yes. Of course. I’m always willing to help.” I tried my best to sound reassuring, just like I would with any student who needed help in making the transition to one-on-one interactions with their instructor. “Although I think I do a decent job in the lecture hall, I often think that the best learning occurs here in my office.” Again trying to make her feel safe to seek help.Maria relaxed a little but still seemed tentative as she took the seat to the right of my desk. Her figure was mostly hidden, but man those eyes! As I looked at Maria’s face, I was on the brink of getting lost in her sultry, dark eyes. Eyes framed in a perfectly constructed countenance. I thanked my lucky stars that Maria wasn’t dressed the way Mandy had been. I knew that I would find it difficult to maintain my concentration even in her conservative manner of dress and didn’t need additional distraction.Maria sighed heavily and said flatly, “I think I’m pretty lost in your class.” She sounded like all the joy in life had been sucked from her.I put on a friendly smile and tried to reassure her. “Well, lots of people get lost in the first semester of chemistry. The good thing is that I’ve always been able to save them if they are willing to work a little extra.””Oh I’m willing to do almost anything to learn this material, Dr. Wilson.” There was absolutely no hint of any hidden meaning in the phrase “do almost anything.” I know it was shameful of me, but I almost wished that she really had meant “anything.””First, why don’t you call me, Carl.” I continued without letting her reply. “Let’s try to find out where you first started getting off track. I find that’s the only way to really make any real progress.” We talked back and forth until I finally realized that she had started getting lost in the second lecture of the semester. Wow. That meant almost three weeks of material to catch up on before the exam in three days. We started at the beginning and we made good progress. Each time I re-explained a concept from class Maria caught on. We were all business. She asked questions. I explained. Unlike most students who are eager to explain or provide excuses as to why they aren’t doing well, Maria stuck strictly to trying to the learn the topic. While it was nice not to have to hear some of the trumped up excuses I’ve heard, it made figuring out her real root problem difficult. I could tell that Maria was certainly bright enough, because she was clearly catching on here in my office. But I wanted to know why she had gotten lost so early.Finally, buca escort after working together for over an hour, I gave Maria a couple of problems to solve based on the concepts we had covered. It was then that I figured out why a smart person like Maria had gotten so lost so quickly. Even though she could explain the chemistry concepts to me, she really struggled with the mathematical applications of the concepts. If you don’t know much about chemistry, it requires a significant amount of math to solve problems based on the chemical theories. My lectures in class are usually peppered with math both to teach the concepts and to provide examples on problem solving. It was the math that had caused Maria to get lost. Here in my office, I had stayed away from the math in my explanations, which allowed her to at least follow the concepts.As she sweated over the two problems that I gave her, I tried again to make her struggles feel normal. “Making the transition to apply the concepts is often the hardest part,” I stated comfortingly.Maria put down her pencil in frustration and sighed even deeper that before. “It’s been like 30 years since I did this kind of math. I could do it in high school just fine, but that was so long ago.” The heaving of her ample chest almost totally derailed my train of thought, but I barely managed to keep the engine on the tracks.”What? You didn’t just graduate high school last year?” I asked in mock surprise.Maria laughed a “No.” Her disposition seemed to lighten for the first time that day. Ha! My attempt at a joke had actually worked. I was really in dangerous territory joking about a woman’s age. So, not only had I finally figured out how best to help Maria the student, but I had also may have scored my first point with Maria the Mediterranean goddess.”Yeah. This is really mostly basic algebra, but so many people forget that you can use it in everyday life that it seems like only us scientists who remember how to use it past the age of 21.” She seemed satisfied with my explanation.I then went over a refresher of basic algebra as it applied to calculating molarities. As she started to catch on, Maria’s outlook continued to lighten. Finally, she was able to answer the two problems we had started out with. “I really have it now.” Her smile nearly melted my heart. Maria looked at her watch, and her expression suddenly returned to sour. We had now been at it almost 2 hours. “Aiiah! I’ve taken up almost all of your morning,” she said with distress.”Don’t worry. It’s my job to help students learn, and I think you learned a fair amount.””Oh, yes. It was great.” Maria had true pride and thankfulness in her voice. “But there’s at least another week and a half of material to go through. I can get some of it on my own, but I don’t think I’ll be able to get most of it on my own.” She sighed again. “And the exam is Monday. I don’t have another day to come in for help. I waited too long.” She seemed disappointed in herself over this last statement.I’ve always prided myself on going as far as any student needs to help them learn. In addition, I would practically pay to spend more time with Maria. So I said the following:”I hate to agree with you, but I do think you’ll need some more help to get caught up.” I stopped to contemplate my decision, then continued. “If you have time, we can meet tomorrow. I think with another session like this we can get you prepared for the exam.” In the back of my mind guilt gnawed at me. Would I have given this opportunity to any student in the class so readily?Maria looked cheered by my offer, but said, “Oh no. I can’t ask you to come in on a Saturday to help me.””Oh, I’ll be working one way or the other tomorrow.” True. I was planning on writing up some research results.”Well …” Maria looked at me intently — seeming to size me up carefully. Finally she added, “I’d really like the help, but … I have to work in the afternoon. So, we’d have to meet in the morning…””I was thinking the morning would be best anyway.””Okay, but I live and work all the way over on the other side of town.” Was Maria just being polite or politely trying to tell me “no”?”Listen, it’s eerily quiet around here on a Saturday morning anyway. Why don’t we meet at the Java House near the mall on that side of town? I’m sure we can find a corner to work in.” I hoped I wasn’t pushing too hard.”Alright,” she stated firmly. “How about 9 o’clock?”So we had plans. Plans for chemistry tutoring. Maybe plans to enjoy coffee and conversation? I gave Maria a couple of additional problems and an extra textbook to work on before our Saturday meeting. Because I needed to go talk to a colleague, I got up with Maria and walked toward my door. My earlier joke had relieved a little pressure; so, I decided to try to make our relationship a little less formal. At the door, I stopped and asked her a simple enough question. “Where do you work on Saturday afternoon?””Oh…” she hesitated. “I’m not sure.” Her response was odd, but before I could respond, my colleague cut us off.”Hey, Carl, about those issues I had with the HPLC.” As usual, Rob Fountain’s voice boomed like he was in a stadium. He then recognized that I was talking to a student. As an afterthought he queried, “Do you have time now?” However, it wasn’t an actual question; it was a hint for the student to leave.Maria picked up on the hint and responded for me. “Yes, I was just on my way.” She smiled politely and made her way down the hall. I wanted to watch her walk away but had to turn my attention to Rob. After Rob and I finished our conversation, I contemplated the meaning of Maria’s odd answer to my question. How could someone not know where they worked? Then the message hit me clearly. “We can talk about chemistry, but don’t get involved in my personal life.” I could have sworn that we were starting to feel more like friends, but obviously not as much I had thought. She might be married or involved with a protective significant other. Her lack of wedding band didn’t mean anything. I spent all of that evening split between recalling the beauty of her face and trying to figure out a way to develop a less formal relationship with Maria. I finally decided to be nice and typically helpful. If obvious opportunities for small talk came up I wouldn’t avoid them, but I would try to contrive them either.When I arrived at the coffee shop the next morning, Maria was already sitting at a table in a secluded corner. She waved acknowledgement as I came in. I picked up a French roast, black and joined her. As I unloaded the giant bag of books I’d brought, Maria smiled sweetly and said, “I thought this seemed like a good table for us to work.””Yeah. Plenty of room to spread out, and away from the bulk of traffic.” I agreed. “Did you get to work any of those problems I gave you?””Yes. It took quite a bit of work at first, but I got better at them as I went.” Although Maria seemed all business, she didn’t have the deer-in-the-headlights look she had yesterday. “But I started to move on and study the next part, and I got really frustrated again.””I’m not surprised. There’s actually a pretty big jump between the two topics. I think we’re going to have to learn a new skill set today.” I sat down and started to work.After about an hour of intensive work, we had gotten through to conceptual framework of the next topic and were about to start on related problems. I picked up and shook my empty coffee cup. “I’m out. I’ll get us some more. What are you drinking?” I asked lifting her cup.”Oh. I can get it myself,” Maria insisted.”No use both of us waiting in line. Relax for a couple of minutes — you’ve earned it.” Maria gave me her order, and I picked up our pick-me-ups.When I returned, she reached for her purse and asked, “That’s $2.95, right? How about $3?””Put your purse down. I think I can afford a cup of coffee” I gently jibed.Maria immediately argued, “I can’t let you spend your day off tutoring me and have you buy the coffee on top. If anybody should be buying coffee it’s me.” Good logic, but I responded equally logically.”I’d much rather be here working with you than what I had planned anyway.” After I said it, I was concerned that it might have revealed too much of my desire just to spend time doing anything with Maria. I felt compelled to clarify. “Otherwise I’d be sitting in my office, in a lonely building trying to write a description for data that don’t make sense.” I laughed and continued. “I’d do anything to avoid dealing with data like that. Plus, the part of my job I like most is helping students learn, and this kind of one on one teaching is usually the most rewarding.” I took a sip of my coffee thinking that I had handled the situation pretty well.Maria kept her eyes on me while she took a sip and finally said, “Yeah. I can tell that you like teaching a lot. That’s part of the reason that I agreed to meet you on a Saturday. I figured I probably wouldn’t be inconveniencing you too much. That and …” Maria cut off midsentence, and nervously took another sip to fill the gap. I gave her a very expectant look.”Well, that and …” Maria fumbled for words again. “Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but I would have been skeptical about your motivation for meeting with a female student alone in a coffee shop — even though you seem like a dedicated teacher — if I hadn’t seen what I saw the other day.”I’m sure I looked entirely baffled. I didn’t even need to prompt her to explain.”I came to your office Wednesday, but that blonde girl who also sits in the first row was already there.””Mandy?” I interrupted, trying to keep the worry from my voice.”I guess. She was dressed in a low cut top and short shorts.” Mandy alright, I thought. “I got to your door right when she moved her chair next to yours.” Maria stopped for a thoughtful sip. “I probably shouldn’t have watched, but I did. I saw her rub up against you and practically flash her boobs at you, but you just kept your eyes on the paper and scooted away. Finally, when it looked like she put her hand in your lap, you stood up.”I felt the blood drain from my face and admitted, “That’s pretty much what happened, wasn’t it?”Maria smiled reassuringly. “I figured that if you could ignore that sort of come on from a hot 20 year old in that getup that you must either be gay or the most faithful husband on record. At any rate, I knew an old grandma like me would be safe with you.” Part of me wanted to scream: No, you’re not safe. I want to jump your bones! But I replied in a civilized fashion.”I can assure you I’m not gay, and my wife passed away a year and a half ago. I just have this internal mechanism which prevents me from having that sort of an attraction to my students.” Immediately I felt the need to qualify which students. “I mean my daughter is older than that student. Being attracted to any woman that age just seems creepy.” Of course, I had been attracted to Mandy at some level, but I did feel creepy about it later. Maria picked up on a different point of mine.”I’m sorry to hear about your wife. That must have been tough.” Maria’s voice sounded truly empathetic.”Yeah. It was tough. We had over 25 quality years together.” I paused and looked into my coffee cup. Even with a woman who drove me crazy with desire, thinking about my wife too deeply still took some of the brightness out of me. I looked up and continued. “You know. You just move on with life and try to make the best out of the new life you’re suddenly handed.” After another brief pause, I tried to lighten the mood. ” ‘Grandma’? You can’t be serious. That’s a joke, right? A woman as young and as attractive as you can’t possibly be a grandmother.”Maria chuckled. “You’re very kind, or a flatterer. Maybe I shouldn’t trust you after all.” She flashed a brief but mischievous smile. “But it’s true. My daughter-in-law just had a baby in July. I don’t feel old enough to be a grandma, but I love being one.” Wow. Maria was really starting to open up to me here.”I know exactly how you feel. My son just got married last year. I’m sure it won’t be long before I get the ‘you’re going to be a grandpa’ call. It sure doesn’t seem like all those years could have possibly flashed by though.”We shared a laugh and took hearty gulps of our coffees. We have a lot in common. I thought to myself. How can I bring us closer together with this?Maria pulled her work in front of her and abruptly changed the mood. “That was a nice break, but I’ve got two and half more lectures to get through.” With that statement, our friendly chat was over. I wanted to find out if she was still married, but couldn’t think of a way to continue the small talk.We continued to work as the instructor and hard-working student for another hour and a half. We covered all the concepts that would be on the exam, but Maria was still really struggling with solving the problems for the last couple of lectures.A little before noon Maria looked up at the clock and said with a start, “Jeez, I need to get to work.” She promptly started organizing her papers and books into her backpack. “Thank you so much Dr. Wilson.” She caught herself and corrected, “Carl. I feel like I’ve learned so much. I’m not in mortal fear of Monday’s test now.””Don’t fear the test. I think you will do just fine.” I was still concerned about her mastery of some of the material, but I’m sure she was too. She needed encouragement. “Do you think you’ll be able to spend some time Sunday working some of the problems I showed you in the other books?””Oh, yes. And thanks for loaning me these extra books. If you spent as much time with every student and gave them as many extra materials as you have with me, you wouldn’t have any time or any books in your office.” Maria zipped up her bag and placed it on one shoulder and her purse over the other. The straps of the bags pulled the material of her blouse tight against her chest. I fought the urge to gawk.I laughed at Maria’s observation and replied. “Luckily, the vast majority of students don’t have the motivation to spend this much extra time with their professor on chemistry. Don’t let it out that I like doing this sort of thing.” I joked.Maria chuckled and assured me, “Oh you’re secret’s safe with me. Have a nice weekend.” With that she turned and hurried away.”Have a nice weekend.” I called behind her. I unabashedly stared at her voluptuous rear as she walked away. Her form-fitting skirt was modest in length, but revealed her shape marvelously. I recalled the scene from “Some Like It Hot” when Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon are about to get on the train and see Marilyn Monroe walk by for the first time. Staring at Marilyn’s swaying rear end, Jack Lemmon’s character makes a comment about Jell-O on springs. I had always thought that no woman could look as good as Marilyn Monroe from behind. I now knew I had always been wrong. I felt that I had performed admirably that morning. I had managed to put aside Maria’s beauty and focus on helping her learn. But now, watching her walk for 20 seconds caused a swelling in my pants. I started packing my bag as well, but my cock just kept hardening as I thought of Maria’s jiggling ass, her boobs framed by her bag straps, and her enchanting eyes. I had to discretely rearrange a raging erection prior to exiting the coffee shop. It had been years since I had responded so lustily to so little encouragement.At home, I tried to sort out the whole situation. At least I knew Maria now, and it seemed that she respected me. That was good. But it also seemed that she found the fact that she would be “safe” with me of critical importance. To me that meant that she didn’t have any interest in me except for learning chemistry. Also, there was the matter of her “not knowing” where she was working. I had hoped that she might share her place of employment on her way there, but it wasn’t to be. So, my guess was that Maria would continue to come in for help on a regular basis. That was good. I’d get to see her and be around her. But I further speculated that even if we developed a good friendship, romance was not going to develop with it. So, future experiences with Maria would just add to my romantic and sexual frustration.Then there was Mandy. I had a suspicion that I hadn’t seen the last of Mandy’s flirtations. If Maria had interpreted Mandy’s behavior as clearly coming on to me, I’m sure that’s what Mandy had been doing. In sum, in my near future I would be constantly excited but frustrated by the most beautiful woman I had ever seen — Maria, and I would have a very sexy 20 year old making passes at me while I was in a sexually frustrated state. This sounded like a recipe for disaster to me. I hadn’t had sex in almost two years — my wife’s illness had prevented sexual activity for several months before she passed. With Maria causing my hormones to run like I was 17 again, I didn’t know if I could fend off more of Mandy’s advances. Ultimately, I made a decision that I wouldn’t be proud to share with anyone. But it seemed like the best decision given the extremely strained circumstances.I made the decision to go to a strip club. Not the enlightened thing to do for a liberal man like myself, but I knew that it would solve some of my pent up sexual tension. I took my time; made lunch; did some necessary chores; and finally did some searching on the computer. After finding the information I was looking for online, I packed an overnight bag, got in the car, entered the address in my GPS, and took off.Why the bag and the GPS? I was headed to a hotel in a small town about 2.5 hours from my home. Why? Because it was near the strip club that I had selected online. I had never been there before, but it fit the characteristics I was looking for. First of all, I wasn’t about to go to strip club anywhere near the university where I worked. The thought of being recognized by some of the male students while I was getting a lap dance didn’t seem like a wise the thing to let happen. Second, the place sounded like a bit of a dive in a somewhat remote area. I knew that this kind of place would be more likely to have several dancers over 30 and maybe even 40. Most guys would probably prefer to go to an upscale gentleman’s club to see young hard bodies, but I had told Maria the truth when I said being attracted to a 20 year old was a little strange. Third, unlike at a big, upscale club, at this remote small joint I could probably look like a pretty generous spender on the money I was willing to part with. Lastly, while Chris Rock may have been right about big-city gentleman’s clubs when he said, “There is no sex in the champagne room,” I knew that these small town clubs sometimes had more relaxed guidelines. If the sheriff and mayor go to the club, the ladies might be allowed to get away with quite a bit.That probably sounds like a lot of planning just to drink some beer and have some titties jiggled in your face, but, hey, I’m as scientist. I tend to make every decision based on data. I wasn’t sure if my assumptions were true anymore or not. Before getting married, I had spent more than my fair share of time in strip clubs. However, this was before the proliferation of fancy gentlemen’s clubs. As a married man, I’d been to a few clubs for male bonding events like bachelor parties, so I hoped my ideas still held.After eating at a country diner along the way, I checked into the small hotel and slowly prepped for my evening of debauchery. I didn’t want to get there before nine, because that would probably look too eager. Just before leaving, I changed into some slacks made of light weight material and put on one of the condoms I had brought. You might think that’s weird, but if the club was the kind I hoped it was, the women might just do enough to get me off with my pants on. Well, if I relaxed and let go it might happen. If the opportunity arose, I didn’t want to pass it up or embarrass myself with wet pants.I arrived at the club, and on the surface it looked like just what I was looking for. A little worn, a little grimy, not too many patrons, decent mix of dancers. I picked a bar-height table near the back, which in this small club meant that only one other table was between me and the mostly empty chairs surrounding the relatively small dance floor. A moderately attractive woman in her early thirties was dancing in a halter top and short shorts to AC/DC. Just my kind of place.A haggard waitress with a sandpaper voice from too many years of smoking came to take my order. She was dressed in a Harley t-shirt and jeans, no pretense that she was a dancer too. “What can I get ya’, Hon’?””Oh, let’s start with a Bud.” Normally I drink imports or microbrews, but you don’t ask for a Belgium ale in a place like this, even if they carry it.I nonchalantly checked out the place while I waited. Most of the customers were spread out around the room at tables or at the bar, not at the edge of the stage. All the dancers I could see were sitting next to customers engaged in relaxed conversation. Good. I didn’t want to feel pressured for table or lap dances all night. From what I could see, most of the dancers were not knock-out beauties but were attractive enough – and most were out of their 20’s.When the waitress reappeared with my beer, I wanted some information. “Thanks, Ma’am. That’s just what I needed.” I handed her a $2 tip on a $2.50 beer.”Thank you, Hon’. When you want another it’s Flo.” She said with a smile while tucking the tip away.”Tell me, Flo. How do lap dances or table dances work around here?” Get the waitress on your good side and you’re golden.”Well, we don’t really do table dances much here. Most guys enjoy the stage show instead. But lap dances are done back in the private booth.” Flo pointed to the corner just to the right of the stage. The “private” booth seemed to consist of an L-shaped wall that came out about 7 feet from the far right wall, making a right turn to the back wall for another 4 feet or so. The wall was solid to about 5 feet in height and was a lattice work to the ceiling after that. The L-turn side faced the stage had about a 3 foot gap completely open to view to whoever was on stage. I figured there was room for only one customer at a time, and it was not that private.”Is there a standard house rate for laps?” At some clubs, dancers will try to gouge new meat.”Yeah. It’s 20 bucks. You have to buy a ticket from me or at the bar. Then you give the ticket to the girl when you get the dance.” A ticket? That was a new one on me, but I hadn’t been to many places in this lap dance era.I took an elaborately enthusiastic swig of my beer and winked, “That really was what I needed. Thanks, Flo.” Flo smiled and moved onto a table of guys who just came in.I settled in to get the lay of the land a little more. The dancer on stage now had her top off. She had pretty nice pair of C cups with dark nipples and aureole. A guy went up to the stage and put a dollar bill between his lips. The dancer sashayed over to him and grinded a while. Then she bent over and buried the guy’s face between her tits. After slapping the sides of his head with her boobs, she used her hands to push her tits together and slowly pulled back, removing the dollar from his mouth with her breasts. I watched another guy get equally good mileage for just a buck. Yeah. This was the right kind of place to ease some of my sexual tension. However, the feminist in me brought an overwhelming feeling of guilt. I contemplated quickly downing my beer and departing.As the song came to a close, the dancer took off her shorts, using her high-heeled shoe to flick them into the corner of the stage. Underneath she had on thong that might as well have not even been there. I think they sometimes call this style dental floss. She started what had to be at least her third song of the set. I knew she must be close to the end of the set. I took my time taking another sip or two of beer, contemplating my horniness versus my respect for women. I finally recalled discussions that I had with dancers in the past where they made it clear that they didn’t feel exploited. I finally put all doubt out of my head and extricated three dollar bills out of the wad of ones I had brought. Not Charlie Sheen money, but more than I had seen spent.I went up to the stage and sat in one of the empty chairs. I wasn’t quite sure of the protocol yet, so I simply held the money casually in front of me in plain sight. Although in no rush, the dancer immediately started dancing her way toward me. I made sure the bills were fanned so that if she cared she would notice there was more than one. On her way to me, she sexily moved onto all fours and crawled toward me with a sinuous cat-like motion. She gave me a lascivious smile as she got near, and turned and sat on her rear right in front of me. She spread her legs wide and began gyrating her hips in slow unison to the blasting power ballad. Instead of looking at her exposed pussy where I knew most guys would, I looked her straight in the eye and smiled. I started to rock to the music, matching the timing of her movements. She smiled in response. After a few moments, she thrust her hips, violently fucking the air. I felt she was impelling me to look between her legs and I happily complied. Her shaved pussy was almost completely exposed. It had been so long since I had witnessed such a sight, I was completely intoxicated by the view. Fumbling, I put the money on the stage in front of me and ogled. She gave me a highly playful and flirtatious grin. She then scooted closer to me until she was so close that she put her legs over my shoulders, resting her calves on my shoulders. I could have easily buried my face in her love triangle. Instead, I gave an exaggerated, “Rrreeow.” I then put the back of my hand to my forehead feigning a swoon. She giggled and increased the radius of her gyrations. After I enjoyed a good long look up and down her body, she eventually pulled one leg over her head and spun herself sideways in front of me. She held out one side of her thong and said, “Put ’em in here.” I happily complied. She brought her head close to mine. “Name’s Crystal,” she said putting out her hand.Shaking her hand, I replied, “I’m Carl. Thank you for the excellent show, Crystal.””No. Thank you,” she said. With that she kissed my cheek and exited the stage as the song ended.I went back to my seat trying to be cool, but I knew I had a big grin on.I finished my beer and had Flo bring me a new one while the next two dancers did their routines. The first was a African-American in her mid 20s. She had long legs and a fine ass. She was pretty small up top, and most guys probably wouldn’t have classified her as beautiful, or even pretty. However, she danced great and did some fantastic pole work. The next was a tall brunette with pale skin. She was probably in her mid to late thirties, and a few pounds overweight with a bit of a tummy. Again, guys at an upscale club probably wouldn’t have given her much respect, but she had a great pair of tits and a fun loving personality. I made a trip to the stage every song for each of these dancers, giving them a buck or two each time. They flirted and paid me plenty of personal attention. Before each left the stage, I learned that the first went by Desiree and the second went by Sapphire.I was starting to contemplate whether I wanted a private dance with Crystal, Desiree, or Sapphire, when the next dancer came to the stage. Immediately, I knew this was the one I wanted to spend more time with. She was short, probably barely 5 feet. Her compact body was well-rounded. From behind she had a firm bubble-butt, which was already highly exposed in the skimpy bikini she had on. From the front she had perfectly rounded C or D cup breasts. But it was her mysterious eyes that immediately pulled me in. Although she was a blue-eyed blonde, her eyes had an exotic, dreamy look. She flirted and laughed easily with the regulars who were at the front. Her dance moves revealed years of classical training — somehow making her voluptuous short body look sleek and graceful.As soon as she finished with the first couple of tippers, I went up with a couple of dollars out and sat at the stage. Moving to the music she floated to me. She indicated that I should pull my chair closer. She squatted in front of me and took the money from my hand. She folded the bills once lengthwise and tucked one onto each of my ears the way you might store a pencil there. Giving me a sultry look that started part of me to melt and part of me to rise, she put her hands on the counter in front of me and brought her head to the side of my head. She gently rubbed her head on mine and moaned seductively. I could feel her hot breath all over my neck and in my ear. She took her time occasionally brushing her lips on me while she moaned and continued to expel hot breath on my skin. Finally, she removed the dollar from my ear with her lips, pulling on my ear and moaning in it in the process. After seductively removing the dollar from her mouth, she repeated the same move on the other side. By the time she finished with me and moved on, I was in a stupor. The only part of me that seemed capable of moving was Mr. Chubby who made a steady rise.Well, there was no way that I was going to leave the stage, even if I wasn’t sporting the beginning of serious wood. On her next visit to me, she had her top off, revealing large sexy nipples. She brought them close to my face for a long look, then pulled my head in between them. After rocking me in her chest for awhile, she used her juicy breasts to remove the bills from my mouth as the dancer I had seen earlier had done. I was in heaven. Her breasts felt silken and hot on my face. I kept my composure a little better than her first visit and mouthed “Thank you” to her as she moved on. She smiled happily in return.In her last song, she had her bottom off too, completely nude except for her heels. Although wearing less on her bottom than Crystal, she didn’t spread wide, but danced seductively in front of me, slowly working her way to the ground. The whole time my eyes were locked with hers. She wound up on all fours, facing me, somehow dancing even though she was on hands and knees. Our eyes still remained locked. Her seductive stare transported me to some exotic locale. When the song ended she just laid down sideways in front of me while she collected the tip. Her attitude changed to casually friendly. “In the club, I’m Frankie. My real name is Tanya, but call me Frankie here.” She thrust out her tiny hand. When I shook it, she shook it more like a linebacker than a tiny dancer.”I call you anything you want.” She laughed with her eyes at my joke. “I’m Carl.””It’s a pleasure to meet you, Carl.” Frankie seemed in no hurry to leave the stage.”I thoroughly enjoyed your dancing,” I said earnestly. In a lighthearted fashion I added, “But you could probably tell that.”Frankie chuckled, “Yeah, I could. You were a pleasure to dance for, Carl.””I’d consider myself lucky if you would join me for a drink when you can, Frankie.” I wasn’t going to wait for her to ask me.”I’d like that. I’ll be over as soon as I can.” With that she stood up and gathered her things. The next dancer was already on the stage but didn’t seem impatient.At strip clubs “as fast as they can” is never as fast as you want them to return. I had immediately purchased a couple of lap dance tickets, but I didn’t see Frankie all during the next dancer’s set. The second dancer, Diamond, was a mature dark African-American woman. Her breasts were probably spectacular at 20, but they were still quite nice at 40+. Diamond had a great playful personality, and I enjoyed flirting with while I tipped her. I was heading up to the stage for the third time in her set when I heard a woman’s voice shout.”You be nice to Carl here, Diamond. He’s a sweetie.” I turned to see Frankie approaching me.”Oh, I know he’s a sweetheart.” Diamond replied. “Should we give him the special treatment?””That’s what I’m thinkin'” responded Frankie. She turned a chair around so that its back touched the stage and motioned me to sit. After I complied she instructed, “Lean all the way back.”I stayed sitting mostly straight up and leaned my head back. In a mocking tone, Frankie demanded, “No, aaallll the way.” With that she pushed my forehead until my head and shoulders were resting flat on the stage.”That’s it, Baby.” I could hear Diamond say. I looked up to see Diamond starting to dance over my head. The view of her hanging tits from directly underneath was just what the doctor ordered. Without a word, Frankie took the two bucks from my hand, creased them and placed them lengthwise on my nose. I continued to stare up at Diamond as she danced farther forward. She was still wearing a g-string, but it didn’t cover much. I had a perfect view of her short cropped snatch.Unexpectedly, Frankie sat down on my lap, which was quite drawn out by my laying position. I looked forward and Frankie smiled at me then pointed at Diamond. I laid my head back down and watched Diamond as I was told. Frankie started gyrating on my crotch simulating sex. At this point, I thought both heads were going to explode, but these two vixens were far from done. Frankie undid the top two or three buttons of my shirt and began running her hands seductively over my chest. To Diamond she said, “MMmm. Hairy chest.” I thought this can’t get better, then Diamond began lowering herself.Soon, Diamond was squatting with her pussy waving inches from my face. I could smell her womanhood clearly. The smell was intoxicating. Frankie was now grinding on a raging hard-on. I would have worried about hiding this physiological expression of my horniness from her, but I clearly didn’t need to worry because she focused her grinding right on my rod. Then Frankie began running her nails up and down my chest. This was as close as I could get to sex without having sex. I was completely losing myself. Vaguely I thought Don’t come here in front of everyone! However, the little head was clearly in control. Luckily, the song abruptly ended. Diamond sat on my face and used her ass cheeks to pick up the tip and stood up. Frankie stopped her grinding and caressed my shoulders while pulling me to a sitting position. Frankie had a very self-satisfied look on her face. She knew that she had worked me up to a fever pitch. I forced myself back to reality and quickly took out a couple of fives. I gave one each to Frankie and Diamond thanking them.Frankie pulled me out of the seat and still holding my hand started walking toward my table. “How about that drink now?” she asked coyly over her shoulder. All I could do was nod. She stayed close to me while we walked. I think that she was trying to hide the still rock hard Mr. Chubby.When we sat down, Frankie said playfully, “That was fun.”I gave her an exaggerated you’re-not-k**ding look and said as jovially as possible, “Yeah. It was good for me.””No. Serious. I really enjoyed that.” Frankie did seem more serious. I looked at her quizzically. She went on to explain a bit sheepishly. “It’s been a while for me.”Before either of us could continue, Flo asked for orders. I got Frankie the dancer’s champagne which was remarkably affordable — no gouging here. When Flo departed, we reached for our drinks to make a toast. Frankie fumbled slightly with hers, almost knocking it over. That’s when I realized that she was intoxicated. I already knew that while I was waiting for her she must have stepped outside for a smoke. While doing that, she must have either pounded a few shots or enjoyed something not quite legal.”To new friends.” I toasted, clinking my beer bottle to her champagne glass.”Ooh. I like that.” Frankie replied.To avoid the effects of the loud music, I leaned in close to Frankie and asked, “How could it have been a while? I’m sure that guys must fall over themselves for an opportunity to be with a woman as remarkably beautiful as you.” She couldn’t hold a candle to Maria, and Mandy had youth on her side, but Frankie was remarkably beautiful to me.She made a scoffing noise and rejoined, “I wouldn’t say the men fall down for me. And it’s more complicated than that.” I maintained my interested look, which wasn’t difficult because it let me look in her dreamy eyes. “My man cheated on me a while back. We broke up, and I haven’t been with a man that way in almost six months.””Try almost two years.” I said hooking my thumb to my chest. Frankie looked at me questioningly. “My wife passed away over a year ago, and with the illness she suffered before her death, it adds up to that much.””Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about your wife.” Frankie sounded sympathetic. “But I’ll turn your comment back on you. You’re a good looking guy. Your chest and stomach are still pretty firm. I’m sure you can find a woman any time you want.””Thanks for the compliment. I’m desperate enough to believe you mean it. But even if I still could attract a woman, I think my job kind of keeps me sheltered from the right kind.””‘The right kind?’ What are you? A prison guard or something?” Frankie joked.”No. Not that kind of ‘right kind’. I meant available women my own age. I’m a chemistry professor.””That must be why we have such good chemistry,” Frankie rejoined. I couldn’t tell if it was strictly a joke or based in truth. Our eyes locked while I struggled for the appropriate witty reply that would bring us closer to fulfilling both of our needs.Finally, I said simply, “Yeah, maybe so.” Lame, Carl. Lame.If Frankie found it lame, she didn’t let on. “Seriously, a chemistry professor? You must be like a genius or something.””No. I’m no genius,” I assured her. “I just worked hard… And for a long time.” I thought that a woman like Frankie might be awed by a genius, but she would know and respect the value of hard work first hand.”I think it’s more than hard work. I’ve got a smarty here.” Frankie mussed my hair and took a solid swig of her champagne. “If you’re a professor, you must be surrounded pretty little coeds swooning over their genius teacher.””No. No swooning going on. See. I told you I wasn’t a genius.” We both laughed. “Really, even if some of them were crazy enough to be interested in me, I just find it almost impossible to be attracted to young women my daughter’s age or younger.” “Oh. I know exactly what you mean there.” Frankie stated with assurance. “My oldest boy is 25, and sometimes I have a really hard time trying to get all sexy with the k**s that come in here.”We chatted like old friends buca escort bayan through several songs, and ordered and finished another drink each. Along the way Frankie threw her legs over mine, half sitting in my lap. We had our arms around each other while we talked. I felt like I was on an actual date that was going very well. Finally, I knew that I had better act if I wanted a private dance with Frankie before she would need to go. As we finished our second drink, I said, “I’m really having a great time here, Frankie. But I’d also like to have a private dance with you.””I’m more than ready if you are, Professor.”Frankie led me by the hand to the private dance area. She had me sit in the single couch that was back there. “Slide down here and get comfortable,” she said pulling my legs until my rear was on the very edge of the couch.”Do I give you the tickets before or after the dance?” I asked.”You can go ahead and give it to me now.” I slipped her both tickets I had bought. She held one in each hand and asked, “Two?””Yeah, I figure I’ll want at least two dances with you.” Frankie sat on my lap and laid her head on my shoulder.”We’ll just wait for this song to end to start.” I put my arm around her and thought I hope this song is a long one. “Once I start the dance, the rule back here is no touching. It’s probably best if you keep your hands beside you on the sofa.” While said this, she was unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt. I won’t complain about the double standard I thought.”I’ll be a good boy. I may have to sit on my hands to do it, but I’ll be good.” I assured Frankie. She laughed and got up as the song ended. As soon as the next song started Frankie started swaying to the music and gently rubbed her hands up and down her body. She was standing between my legs, bumping the couch. I smiled a big smile that I hoped conveyed warmth and happiness, not the primal lust I was feeling. Soon, she slowly reached behind her and undid the bow on her bikini top. She took the loosened strings in her hands and rubbed the top back and forth across her breasts and nipples, finally pulling it above her head. The action and slightly aroused her nipples. I smiled wider and a bulge began to grow in my pants. I split my gaze between drinking in the beauty of her spectacular melons and her hypnotic eyes.I was just starting wonder whether I was in for air dances or true lap dances when Frankie moved forward, cat-like. Her left leg slid across the top of my right to rest on the couch beside my leg. Her right knee rested on the couch edge between my legs. She swayed there for a moment, arching her back to bring her magnificent tits inches from my face. My head swayed with the music, matching her movements. She then slowly lowered her head next to mine. Her golden hair cascaded across my head and face. She brought her mouth close to my ear and moaned seductively. She moved her head so that her hot breath was painted across my neck and side of my face. Then close in my ear, “MMmmm, you smell good.” Her voice was gentle but exuded raw sexuality. Trailing her hair across my face, she moved the other side of my head and repeated her sensual teasing of me. When she exhaled hotly on my neck, I gasped for air and slowly let out a satisfied sigh. “MMmmmm. Sounds like you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” she whispered in my ear.An enthusiastic, “Oh yeah,” was all I could manage to say. By now the bulge in my pants was pushing hard against Frankie’s knee. I was sure she had to notice it. She then moved her head past mine and brought her breasts up against the side of my head. She proceeded to rub them across to my cheek. Her left nipple felt firm as she lightly d**g it across my cheek and to my nose. Then she slid down, her nipple lightly glancing my lips and chin.Frankie stood up again and swayed for a moment shaking out her hair. Then she leaned forward and slipped her hands in my unbuttoned shirt. She moved her hands up and down my torso. I moaned with clear pleasure as she did. “Yeah, that’s it. Enjoy it, Baby” Frankie responded to my moan. Then she moaned her own moan and switched to running her nails up and down my chest and sides. I responded involuntarily with a sexually charged sigh/moan combination. On one of the trips her hands made down my chest, she let one hand extend all the way to my crotch where she fondled the now fully erect Mr. Chubby in my pants. She gave me a sensual, self-satisfied smile.I was glad I had paid for two songs up front, because when the first one ended Frankie just kept going to the music in her head. In between songs, she slipped off her tiny bikini bottom. As the second song started, she rubbed her palms sensually up my front to grip my shoulders. She then put a leg on the sofa on either side of me to straddle me. She flipped her hair forward and let it drag across my face. Again, she arched her back, thrusting her beautiful breasts forward for my close inspection. Her large nipples peeked through her hair. As she moved to the music, her hair slipped to the sides, fully revealing her gorgeous globes. Gripping my shoulders, Frankie slowly moved forward until my face was completely buried between her tits. My nose and lips were pressed against her sternum, and I successfully fought the urge to kiss her chest. She then lightly dragged first one nipple, then the other side to side across my face. She repeated the maneuver and added dragging one nipple from my nose down past my lips. This time I stuck out my lower lip, causing her nipple to catch on my lip, dragging my lip down. Before I could finish wondering if I had gone too far, Frankie repeated the move with her other breast. I stuck my lip out further and used it to pull up and in on her nipple as she d**g it by. I was rewarded with an obvious moan of approval.Frankie then lowered herself onto the bulge in my pants and started slowly grinding her womanhood on my rock hard Mr. Chubby. She then moved in so that my face was directly between her tits again. When her chest made contact with my face, I planted gentle kisses on her chest between her breasts. Running her fingers through my hair, she reached behind my head, holding my head in place. The feeling of her rubbing her pussy on me made my cock swell further. I wanted so badly to turn my head and kiss her breasts and nipples, but I thought that particular move would be so obvious that even if Frankie liked it she couldn’t allow it.My hands were on the couch right next to her legs. I knew that no one else would be able to see what was going on at lap level. I decided to press my luck and gently caress her thighs with my fingertips. I kept my wrists on the couch, but ran my fingers up and down her thigh as far as this position would allow. Holding my shoulders, Frankie leaned back, throwing her head back and arching her chest upward. Her nipples were now very erect, little wrinkles covering the delectable areolas. Her grinding seemed more purposeful, riding up and down the swelling in my pants. At this point, I could have easily let myself come but wanted more for us both.Encouraged by her response to my gentle caressing, I let my fingers slide up the inside of her thighs all the way to where the inner thigh meets the pelvis. Frankie purred. I continued to languidly trace her inner thigh up and down. At the top of each trip, I let my fingers stay in contact with the edges of her love triangle slightly longer and more purposefully. I looked down at her nether reaches when she threw her head back once again. I saw that my pants were damp with her juices and that my fingers were less than an inch away from her lovely labia. I decided to lightly run my finger tips along their outer edges in one direction then lightly on top them as I moved my hand the other direction. Frankie gasped and raised herself slightly so that I could have better access. She looked toward the bar momentarily, probably to check how closely we were being watched. She continued to move her head shoulders and chest to the music, but slowed the gyrations of her hips. I responded by keeping my eyes on her face or tits while I let my hands play below. Unless someone entered the booth, they would hardly suspect what was going on.Using just one hand now, I slowly, lightly rubbed my whole hand up and down over her pussy. I alternated this motion with firmly cupping her womanhood in my hand. Frankie licked her lips and moaned, “Oh yes, Professor.” After working on her like this for a while, I snuck a peak down between her legs. The lighting was dark, but her clit had clearly made an appearance. It was that large and swollen. Her labia were swollen and hot as well. Just then, the song started to end. Frankie looked at me and implored, “Please tell me were not quitting here.””No quitting. We’ll go for a couple more songs at least.” There was no way I was going to stop this.Frankie leaned forward and purred lowly in my ear, “MMMmm, good boy. Just keep doing what you’re doing baby.” She actually nibbled my ear this time and kissed my neck. My hand continued to work up and down her love mound. Slowly, I let two fingers start to plow a little deeper, parting her soaking wet labia. “MMmm, Baby!” she moaned in my ear. When my fingertips had actually penetrated between her labia, I used my thumb to lightly tease her engorged clit. Gradually I worked my fingers into her pussy, occasionally lightly brushing her clit. Frankie began moaning regularly and grinding on my hand. I matched the stroke of my fingers in and out to the rhythm of her grinding. Finally, I thrust my fingers deep into her pussy, cupping her clit as I did. Frankie started breathing in short gasps, “I’m close,” she moaned lowly. I started finger fucking her as hard as I could without letting it look like that was what I was doing. Frankie gripped my shoulders tightly and arched backward, what a stupendous view I had. As she rode my fingers with powerful thrusts, I used my thumb to rub rapidly near her clit. Not directly on it, but close enough to vibrate it. Frankie threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I could hear her intentionally muffled moans of pleasure in my ear. I kept fucking her with my fingers and teasing her clit. Finally, Frankie came in a flood. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my fingers and pulsated. Hugging my neck tightly she buried her head on my shoulder to muffle her moans of passion as she came. My hand filled with her juices. I could feel her large breasts heaving on my chest, her hard nipples pushing against my skin. This night was better than my wildest dreams of how good it could be.Frankie’s orgasm lasted a wonderfully long time. When I finally detected that she was starting to come down the other side, I slowed the action of my hand. She planted a long, wet kiss on the side of my neck where no one could see. She whispered in my ear, “MMMmmm. That was fantastic, Professor.” Slowly, she rose up off my hand and slid off my lap until she was standing between my legs again. She smiled a dreamy contented smile at me before looking around the bar. Resuming the moves typical of a dancer in a bar, Frankie leaned forward and spoke just loud enough for my ears, “Good. No one noticed our little rule breaking session there.” She gave me a short but warm kiss on the lips. Casually, she looked around the bar again then added, “Now we need to take care of you.”With that, she undid the button on my pants. She performed a few more sultry lap dance moves then while leaning toward me again and stealthily unzipped my pants. She unzipped me so quickly that I could barely tell that she had done it. Frankie flashed an impish smile and commanded, “Carefully pull them down just enough for your cock to come out.” Then she turned to face the other way.As I gingerly pulled my pants down to expose Mr. Chubby and my balls, Frankie did one of those long, slow stripper-style bend over moves. Her sexy snatch glistened with her love juices as it stared back at me. She rose and turned to face me again. Surprise flashed across her face when she realized that my swollen cock was already encased in a condom. “I see you come prepared,” she joked as she leaned toward me again.”Well, I uh… I wanted to avoid any potentially embarrassing situations, but instead I caused an embarrassing situation.” I had forgotten that I had on the condom.”Don’t be embarrassed. Let’s just put it to good use.” Frankie kissed me on the forehead and climbed onto my lap once more. She slid immediately down my throbbing pole. As her velvety vagina enveloped the full length of my cock, I involuntarily gasped with pleasure and thrust my pelvis up to meet hers. Frankie quietly inquired, “Are you going to be able to handle this discreetly?””Yes!” I panted emphatically.”Don’t thrust. Let me do all the work.” She commanded. “And when you cum, do it as quietly as I did.” Frankie then started grinding me in typical lap dance style; except this time she was actually fucking me. It had been so long for me that I was like a born-again virgin. Frankie brought her tits close to my face, then teased me with her nipples like before. It took every ounce of self-control I could muster to prevent myself from grabbing her and sucking her delectable nipples like a Hoover. However, I gave myself over and let her control the situation. The danger of fucking in public had me turned on more than I even knew was possible. Frankie had incredible muscle control — her vagina felt like a vise gripping and releasing my cock as she slid up and down it. My loins flared with blood until I felt like they were on fire. Up and down she rode me with her magnificent tits teasing me. I felt pressure building inside of me as I teetered on the edge of climax. Frankie must have been able to sense my state. She leaned forward to once again breath on me. Only this time she kissed me and sucked on my neck and ears. This intimacy hurtled me over the edge. My whole body convulsed as my cock erupted forth. I bit my lip and grunted quietly as wave after wave of pleasure swept through my body, each wave focused into my cock and culminated with an explosion of hot semen. In a voice that was raw with sexual energy, Frankie repeated in my ear, “That’s it, Baby. Cum for me, Baby. Cum hard for me.” Overwhelmed, I started to drift out of my body. Here I was over 50 and this was clearly the best orgasm of my entire life.I somehow managed to keep my mouth and my body quiet during this protracted period of pleasure. When Frankie sensed that I had finally returned to earth, she kissed me lovingly on the cheek and extricated herself from my lap. Quickly but discreetly, I pulled up my pants and zipped up. I looked up to see Frankie sporting a huge smile of delight. We had already flowed over into the next song. Bending down, Frankie gave me a full kiss on the mouth. “Rain coat or not, I think we had both better go clean up.””Yeah. I didn’t know I could cum that much.” I confessed.”Yeah. I didn’t know you could either.” She jested. “Actually, I soaked myself pretty good too.” Another fantastic kiss.As Frankie quickly dressed, I recalled that I hadn’t paid for all the dances. I pulled out three twenties from my wallet and slipped them in her g-string. “We didn’t go that long into this song,” she protested. “You don’t need to pay for this song, they won’t charge me for it.””It’s alright.” I assured her. I felt like telling her that $300 was more like an appropriate tip for the session I just enjoyed, and I considered giving her that much money. However, I didn’t want Frankie to feel like I thought of her as a whore. Plus, I hoped that our experience meant more than money for her as well.While the condom held in my fluids pretty well, Frankie had pretty much soaked the crotch of my pants with her juices. Luckily, the loose fitting camp shirt I had on covered that part of my pants. Sapphire was on stage again, and as I walked by she gave me knowing wink. I wondered if she had seen enough to know what went on or if she just thought I had a great lap dance.I cleaned up in the bathroom then returned to my seat. To my pleasant surprise, my half full beer was still on my table. At the end of the next song, Frankie was up on stage again. I ordered us both another drink from Flo, and moved to the stage. When she danced over to me she said quietly in my ear, “You naughty boy. I almost missed my set.””I’m sorry.””Oh, don’t be sorry, Professor. I enjoyed it thoroughly.” I tipped her five or ten dollars every song, never leaving the stage.After what seemed like forever after her set, Frankie came out from the back and joined me at my table. She had changed into a skin-tight hip huggers that flared into a bell-bottom and a halter top in a psychedelic 60’s pattern. We hugged and chatted, trading barbs about the amazing experience that we just shared. I became convinced that Frankie had truly enjoyed it too. At what I thought was just the perfect moment, I inquired, “You know, you look like you shouldn’t drive too far tonight. I have a room in the local hotel. I would be truly honored if you would agree to share it with me.”At first Frankie looked very happy, then her countenance displayed signs of inner conflict. After considering my proposition for a long time she said, “Frankie would love to sleep with you tonight, but remember outside of the club I become Tanya. I’m not sure that I’m ready for Tanya to spend the night with you.” I’m sure I looked deflated. I was trying to decide if I wanted to convince to her just bring Frankie to my room when she spoke again. “I tell you what, Professor. I’m off next weekend, but I’ll be here in two weeks. If you still want to spend time with Tanya then, come by and we’ll talk.”By the time I left the bar, it was quite late, and I was quite well lubricated with Bud. I hit the bed a tired, contented man. I went to sleep with thoughts of Frankie/Tanya’s magnificent mounds, luscious lips, and awesome ass dancing in my head. I woke with a gash of glaring sunlight slashing through a crack in the curtains and across my eyes. It felt like a physical slap across my face. I quickly gained full consciousness, recalling all the events of the previous night. Rolling to hide my eyes from the accusatory light, I felt awful. It wasn’t the beer but my actions that made me feel sick. I had little to no hangover from the physiological effects of alcohol, but I almost wished that I had. I felt sick to my stomach strictly because I had an overwhelming feeling that I had betrayed Maria. I told myself my feeling was illogical. After all, Maria had never even given me the slightest hint that she had any romantic interest in me. However, I felt as guilty as if I had cheated while on my honeymoon. I was disgusted with myself for my behavior. What made it worse was that I couldn’t deny how much I had truly enjoyed my time with Frankie. I tried latching onto that feeling. I told myself that Frankie and I really had made a connection, even if our actions had been a little perverse. Maybe a true relationship could develop with Frankie, Tanya. However, none of my rationalizations could help wash away the feeling of filth inside of me.On the long drive home, I finally came to accept the fact that I was truly in love with Maria. True, in the brief time I had spent with her I hadn’t learned much about her personal life, but there was just something about her presence that made my heart lead-heavy and helium-light all at the same time. Yes, her amazing beauty had first caused me to lust after her, but this feeling was clearly not lust. I knew then that my heart could not feel for Frankie or any other woman in the same way. By the time I pulled into my garage, I felt less disgusted with myself. Unfortunately, the feeling of self-loathing was replaced by sadness. I wasn’t going win the woman who held my heart, and I really didn’t want to be with any other woman. Well, I had been alone for two years; I could survive alone.I spent the rest of that Sunday afternoon the same way that I had spent many Sundays in the last year and a half — somewhere between the streets of Morose and Depressed. The house was so lonely without the sounds, sights, and smells of my wife and k**s. Occasionally, my c***dren visited on Sundays, and those were good days. However, my late wife obviously never visited– and that inescapable fact made for some painful Sundays. Now, I also felt heartsick for Maria. Now, both my late wife and Maria bored empty holes in my heart. I thought to myself What right do I have letting Maria in my heart too? However, somehow longing for Maria instead of my wife didn’t make me feel as guilty as my actions with Frankie had in respect to Maria. I told myself that this must be because my feelings for Maria were honest and wholesome. Maybe it was because my wife wanted me to be happy again.Sunday night and Monday morning were both too filled with answering questions emailed at the last minute to worry about anything other than work. During the exam, I snuck glances both toward Maria and Mandy. Toward Maria because I enjoyed looking at her. Toward Mandy because I was wary of her. I noticed that Mandy was dressed more maturely, more like Maria.That night, I graded Maria’s exam first. She greatly improved to the lowest B- grade possible. I could tell that she had the concepts down well but still struggled with the mathematical applications that are necessary for chemistry. I then realized that I was not trained to teach math and that Maria deserved a better math teacher. I put grading aside and had a glass of wine while I contemplated the best way to get Maria caught up on long-forgotten math. In the second glass of zinfandel, I remembered a talk from a colleague about an internet site with java-based tutorials and interactive practice problems in virtually every level of math. I searched on the computer for a few minutes and finally found the site. After a little exploration, I found sections covering exactly the concepts that Maria needed in order to master the content of my course. My first response was to email the links to Maria, but that seemed weird on second thought. Instead, I bookmarked the pages, and emailed the URLs to myself.Overall, I was proud of the way my students had performed on the exam. I couldn’t help but notice that Mandy had one of the top scores in the class. Good for her I thought. Maybe she won’t feel the need to visit my office.It didn’t take long to realize how wrong I was. I was working on the computer at my desk when I heard my office door close. Mandy was leaning against the door. Again she was wearing a conservative dress blouse and a matching modest skirt. However, since class time, she had unbuttoned 2-3 buttons on her blouse so that it was unbuttoned to the first button under her breasts. Although unbuttoned, the material was still closed so that really nothing was revealed, but the effect was utterly provocative.”Oh, Carl, I aced your test. I’m so happy.” Her enthusiasm fill the room.”Yes. I noticed. I’m happy for you too, Mandy.” I was puzzled as to why Mandy was in my office, and I’m sure my confusion was evident in my voice.”I want to thank you for helping me. It made all the difference in the world.” Was this the only reason she was here?”Well, I’m glad I could help.” I was feeling uncomfortable and never liked being alone in my office with any student so I asked. “Could you open my door, please?””I’d rather not, Carl.” Mandy’s bubbly enthusiasm was replaced by a confident look and huskiness to her voice.Getting up, I tried to sound emphatic. “I really wish you would. If you have something to tell me in confidence, no one will hear even with the door open.” I moved slowly around the desk to get to the door.”That might be… But I won’t be able to seduce you with the door open.” Sensuality fairly dripped from Mandy now. How could she change so quickly? Before I could reach the door, Mandy put her hands around my neck and looked at me with an unmistakable I-want-to-fuck-you look in her eyes. Somehow her movement had also opened her blouse wide, exposing her creamy, smooth white cleavage accentuated by her black push-up bra.I awkwardly backed away to separate myself from her, but I backed into my desk and fell-sat onto it. Undaunted, Mandy moved forward again. God, her breasts looked beautiful. She looked so sexy. I stammered to say something, but Mandy spoke first. “Don’t worry, Carl. I’m a big girl. I know what I want, and I want you.” Her hands were again around my neck sliding up into my hair.I bolted to the door and opened it. I spoke quietly. “Mandy, you’re an amazing young woman, and under other circumstances I would jump at the opportunity you suggest. However, I insist that we have to maintain a professional relationship in the situation we are in.” My heart was racing. How would she respond?At first, Mandy looked completely deflated, but she recovered quickly. The confident smile returned to her face. She casually buttoned her blouse with one hand as she spoke. “I understand your position on this matter, Carl. And I respect it.” By now she was entirely composed again, looking quite professional. “I’ll follow your wishes and won’t raise this issue again.” She started to leave but turned in the door with a wicked look, “But if you want to revisit this issue, … just know that I will remain open to you.” She winked and departed.I shut my door and collapsed in the chair next to my desk, unable to make it to my normal chair. Wow! How did a girl her age get to be so seductively mature? At that moment, I no longer felt guilty for the time I spent with Frankie. I knew that without my escapade with Frankie that it would have been physiologically impossible for me to refuse Mandy’s advances. However, because of Frankie I easily resisted Mandy’s considerable charms, and I never felt my resolve waver. Thank you, Frankie.The next morning I was staring out my office door trying to formulate the next section of the research paper I was writing. A familiar figure materialized down the hall, and I focused my eyes to see Maria walking down the hall toward my office. Because I was already staring in that direction when she entered the hall, I watched her unabashedly as she glided all the way down the hall and into my office. She had on jeans and a conservative blouse. Simple clothes, but on her they looked like perfectly tailored high fashion. I consciously tried to calm my heart and my loins. I spoke as she entered my office. “Good morning, Maria.””Good morning, Dr. … Carl.” Without hesitation she sat in the chair next to my desk. She didn’t waste time coming to her point. “I passed the test easily. Thank you for helping me. I could have never done it without all the extra help you gave me.””Oh, no problem. It was my pleasure to see you learn.” I tried to remain highly professional in my reply. “And I was glad to see that you were able to show it on the exam, too.” Her big brown eyes tempted me to get lost in their gaze. I fought to maintain my instructor’s demeanor.”It was nice to go from a D- to a B-. Only…” Maria hesitated, seeming a little less sure of herself now. “I really want to do better than a B, though. Maybe that seems greedy, but I expect A’s from myself. I always expected my c***dren to get A’s, and they usually did. Why should I settle for any less in myself?” She seemed disappointed in herself.”You made a big jump from the quiz the test. I’m sure now that you’re on the right path, ‘A’ grades will eventually come.” I was still worried about her math skills, but I felt she needed support at the moment.”Don’t get me wrong, I was amazed at how much easier the test was for me than the quiz. I felt I knew all the principles really well, and I don’t think I missed a single question on concepts. But the math was still challenging. I’m worried about what might be coming.” Well, this was the most that Maria had confided in me to date. I decided to be equally straightforward.”Yeah.” I agreed. “It did seem like the only thing you struggled with were the problems that involved a little mathematical twist.” I smiled, trying to look as friendly and sympathetic as possible. “In fact, when I graded your test, it got me thinking that maybe I’m not the best math teacher.”Maria interrupted emphatically. “No. You helped me tremendously. You were gr…” Before she could continue I put up my hand to stop her.'”It’s okay. I’m a professor of chemistry not math. I can admit to weakness in an area I’m not trained in.” My tone was jovial hoping to relax Maria. “Anyway, I recalled a website with great tutorials and interactive problems in math.” I pulled up the website on my computer and turned the screen toward Maria. “See. They have little mini-lectures with this piece of chalk moving like you would see in a class.” I clicked on a problem link. “And then you can solve these questions in steps. You can click for hints that pop up in another window. I think that anyone can learn or relearn a lot of math from this site alone.” The excitement in my voice was clear. I like good teaching.Maria looked carefully at the screen. “How do I find the right sections to study?” She sounded a little skeptical, but I think I was convincing her.”I think if you start right here,” I pointed to a link on the contents page. “And if you work through here,” pointing to a topic link farther down, “you will cover most everything necessary for the entire year of chemistry, not just this semester.””That’s quite a bit.” Although she was raising an objection, I could tell she was convinced. “But, I can find time to do it.” She was nodding in agreement with herself, then stopped abruptly and looked at me. “It’s going to take me a while to get comfortable with that much algebra. In the meantime, I’m afraid that I’ll just keep getting lost in lecture.””That’s no big deal.” I responded confidently. “It’s not uncommon for students to need two or three regularly scheduled meetings with me a week. I’m used to setting aside a special set of office hours for a student or two who needs and wants them. If you can come in two or three times a week, I’m sure we can get you past any problems you have in the lecture.””You’ve already spent so much time tutoring me. Are you sure you could make that much time for me?” I could tell that Maria wanted the help but truly didn’t want to be an imposition. Little did she know that I would eagerly spend every waking — and sleeping — moment with her.”Like I said, I’ve done this for students several times in the past. You won’t be getting special treatment. If you don’t need the help later in the semester, we can cut back to once a week or so.””Alright. But what if I need more meetings rather than less as we go?” Maria said jokingly, with just a hint of truth behind it.”There’s always Saturdays at the coffee shop,” I jested in reply.”I don’t think that we’ll have to get that extreme again.” Inside I wished that Maria had instead insisted on Saturday meetings.We decided to meet every Tuesday and Thursday, on days we didn’t have lectures. I came to look forward to these two times more than anything else in my life. Sometimes after a tutoring session I would develop a hole in my heart and go through a bout of sadness, but I reveled in the time I got to spend with Maria. We mostly kept to business with occasional interludes about personal matters. I learned that Maria had one son and two daughters. All of whom had graduated college and were either in professional school or had good jobs. I heard no mention of a husband or divorce. Maria never wore a wedding ring, which made me assume that she wasn’t currently married; however, I also knew that was a dangerous assumption to make.As the weekend that Frankie said I could visit approached, I knew that I couldn’t visit her. However, I felt that it would be rude to just not show up after the intimacy that Frankie and I had shared. I decided to send her flowers at the club. I probably got too mushy on the card, but I put the following on it:”Dear Frankie,Thank you for the special time you spent with me. You are a wonderful woman. I’m not here today because my heart already belongs to another. And although she doesn’t feel the same way toward me, you deserve better than a man who would pine for another woman.Please be happy and healthy,Carl — the ‘Professor'”I worried that she might not get the flowers at all. In addition, the pragmatist in me told me that Frankie probably wouldn’t remember who “Carl the Professor” was. Regardless of those likelihoods, I felt that I owed her my thanks, and I couldn’t think of a better way to give them.Maria worked diligently, raising her grade on the second exam to an A-. She was clearly pleased at the following help session, and I made sure to congratulate and support her. We continued our routine of regularly helping her to learn in my office. It became so much of a routine that I almost started to look at Maria as just another student. Almost. Her closeness, her scent, her presence raised feelings of longing and romance every time she was in my office. She revealed so little of her personal life that my unrequited feelings became routine.With about only four weeks left in the semester, I finally finished the research paper I was writing. It was about 8:30 in the evening when I finalized the electronic submission process in my office. I had skipped dinner entirely to complete this task. I was starving and felt like celebrating my accomplishment. I calculated that I could just make it to my favorite steak house before they would be closing at 9:00. So, I grabbed my jacket and hurried out.”How many in your party?” the hostess queried as I rushed in under the gun.”Just me.” I replied.”Okay, party of one, right this way.” I smirked at the “party of one” comment. I don’t know how one person can have a party, but I felt like trying. In the last couple of years, I had grown accustomed to dining out alone. Some people found it odd, but I like to eat and I didn’t have a regular dining partner. So, more often than not I was a party of one.I had my head down in the menu trying to make up my mind when I heard a familiar voice say, “Can I get you something to drink?” I couldn’t quite place the voice, though, because it was so out of context. When I looked up, my jaw literally dropped. Maria was my waitress.”I uh. I uh… Hi!” I stammered uncomfortably. From the look on Maria’s face, she was clearly enjoying my discomfort. However, I recalled her previous unwillingness to share where she worked, and I didn’t want her to think that I was stalking her or something. My irrational worry that she might think I was a stalker caused me to miss the signs that she was happy to see me. So, I needlessly added, “I didn’t know you worked here.” There was far too much stress in my voice.”Yeah, you look a bit surprised.” Her look went from happy to worried. “Wait. You don’t mind having me as your waitress, do you?””Oh no.” I assured her. “No. It’s nice to see a friendly face.””Good, because I asked to get switched to your table when I saw you come in.” That sounded nice, maybe I could extricate my foot from my mouth today.I ordered. While she waited on me, we exchanged pleasantries, and I asked her about her preparedness for the upcoming exam. However, we didn’t really get to talk too much at first because she was busy with other tables — she had taken my table on as an overload.By the time that I was requesting coffee at the end of the meal, most the other patrons had cleared out. It seemed to me that I was Maria’s only remaining customer. When I asked for coffee, she recommended, “You know we have fantastic cheesecake here. You should try a piece.” I could tell that this was said for me as “Carl” not for me as a random customer.”Oh. I know it’s good. I’m really tempted, but I’m so full after that huge steak.” A bold idea hit me like a bolt of lightning. “You know, what I really need is someone to share a piece with. It’s pretty quiet now. Could I convince you to split a cheesecake and have some coffee with me?”Maria contemplated my offer only briefly. “I’m the best worker they have. So why shouldn’t I be able to have desert with a friend.” It wasn’t said as a question. “I’ll be right back with our order.” I liked the fact that it was “our” order.Sure enough she was right back with dessert and two coffees. Maria sat down in the seat opposite me. I told her about finishing and submitting my paper. I learned that her new grand-daughter was doing fine and cute as can be. After we chatted amicably for a few minutes, Maria’s demeanor turned a little less light hearted. “You know, at first you seemed really put off by the fact that I was your waitress. More than just surprise.” She paused briefly before continuing. “Was there something more to it than just being caught unaware?” Well, I was found out for sure. I felt the best course was to come clean, well mostly clean.”It’s just that the first time you came to my office it seemed that you didn’t want me to know where you worked. So, when I saw you I was worried at first that you might think I was invading your privacy or something.”Maria looked puzzled, no, more like clueless. Slowly, she asked, “What do you mean I didn’t want you to know where I worked?” Obviously her avoidance of revealing her personal life to me was so innate that she can’t even remember it now. I thought to myself.”When we made plans to meet at the coffee shop, you said it had to be in the morning because you were working that afternoon. So, on the way out the door I asked where you were working, and you said, ‘I don’t know’.” Maria looked even more confused, and stared at me in silence. I tried to explain further. “Well,” uncomfortable pause, “who doesn’t know where they work? I figured you were politely telling me to mind my own business.”A look of stunned astonishment washed over Maria’s face, followed by hearty laugh. “Really?!” She laughed some more before continuing. “I said ‘I don’t know’ because I work two jobs and just couldn’t remember which one I had to go to on Saturday.” She chuckled again. “You thought I was avoiding telling you where I worked?””Yeah,” I said in a small, sheepish voice.”Why would I do that?” Fortunately, she still just seemed amused.”I don’t know,” the little sheep named Carl said. Then with more confidence I added, “I wasn’t going to pry into it if you wanted your privacy.”Maria just shook her head. Smiling at me she said, “I’m perfectly happy sharing where I work with you. In fact, my other job is at Otto’s.” escort burca Otto’s was a local department store at the mall. After shaking her head in disbelief once more she added, “That calls for some more coffee.” She picked up both of our cups and walked toward the waitress’ station. I was pleased to see that she wore a big smile as she walked away.On the way to the back, she was called over to a table. She stood there talking for several minutes. At first I was content just trying figure out a way to ask her to a full blown dinner or movie night or something like a date, only innocent. But after awhile I started wondering what was occupying her for so long at this table. I was pretty sure that she wasn’t serving it. My view was mostly obstructed by the booths and planters in between. It looked like Maria was talking to two women, but I couldn’t be sure. I noticed that Maria glanced in my direction several times. Her face seemed more serious than when she left my table. Finally, she took our cups to the back.She came to my table with only one cup and didn’t sit down. “I really hate to do this, but my boss is getting on me for spending too long over here. I need to get to the back and start cleaning up. You can pay the hostess on the way out.” Her tone was now strained formality.”I hope I didn’t get you in trouble.” I stated.”No. It’s alright. I enjoyed myself, but if I spend any more time, I will get in trouble.” Maria definitely seemed in a hurry to get moving.”Thank you. I really enjoyed your company. I’m sorry if I caused you to be on the boss’ bad side.” The last thing I wanted was for Maria to get in trouble because of me.”No, it’s not that big of a deal,” she assured me again. “I’ll see you in class.” With that she hustled off to the kitchen.I went to pay the bill at the front. I noticed that Maria had forgotten to add the coffees and cheesecake to the bill. I informed the hostess, and she added them to the charges. I gave Maria a generous, but not too generous, tip.On the drive home, I reviewed the rollercoaster ride of the evening. First, sweating that Maria would think I was a stalker. Then, the joy of discovering that she hadn’t tried to hide her personal life from me; followed by the pleasure of chatting with her like true friends. Finally, ending with an abrupt dismissal. Maria’s mood was just so odd when she came back out of the kitchen. It didn’t quite seem like an employee who had just been chewed out by their boss. I started to wonder if I was lacking part of the story. What had she talked about at that booth for so long? And who had she been talking with? Did I say something wrong? Did she start thinking about how odd it was for me to put so much importance on where she worked in the first place?My “relationship” with Maria seemed doomed to a series of fits and starts. Every time that it seemed like we might move past the teacher-student relationship, something happened to pull the rug out. That’s probably for the best, I thought. Even though she’s not 19, Maria’s still my student, and it would be inappropriate to do any of the things I’d like to do while she is still in my class.Maria earned a clean A on the third exam. Because she was now doing so well, she skipped a couple of our regular meetings before the final. She was always polite enough to let me know ahead that she was going to miss. We still worked well together, but it was clear that after our second fleeting attempt at friendship over coffee our relationship was strictly back to professional. I almost wished that Mandy would flirt with me just to get a little of my self-confidence back.During the final, I found myself both dreading and rejoicing in the end of the semester. Dreading the fact that I probably wouldn’t spend any more time with a wonderful woman like Maria. Rejoicing in the fact that I could eventually put Maria behind me and the constant ache in my heart would eventually pass.When Mandy handed in her exam, a card was paperclipped to it. Maria gave me a warm smile when she handed in her exam and wish me a happy holidays but then just exited the door — and apparently my life.Back in my office, I read Mandy’s card:”Dear Carl,Thank you for a great semester and a great class. I really learned a lot in your class.And thank you for the way you treated me. I know that you had my best interests in heart when you said that we probably shouldn’t spend any extra time outside of class ‘working’ together. I respect you more for that than even for your great teaching.Now that I won’t be your student anymore, please know that if you ever want to become better acquainted I’m still open you.Hugs,Mandy”By the time I finished her note, I was trembling slightly. Mandy was far too young for me, and I had no intention whatsoever to “become better acquainted” with her. However, it was heady stuff to receive an invitation like this from such a beautiful young woman. I shook my head at the irony. Why couldn’t this sort of card be signed by Maria?I graded the finals as quickly as possible and had final grades entered within two days. I wanted to feel relieved and tried my best to put the semester behind me, but I still felt regret and a sense of loss when I let myself think about Maria.When the weekend arrived, I threw myself into shopping for my k**s’ Christmas presents. My k**s might be in their 20’s now, but they were going to have the best Christmas since they knew that Santa really brought their presents. I shopped like I had never shopped before, which I hoped would help me forget about Maria. Unfortunately, every time I looked at women’s clothes I thought about how they would look on Maria. I walked by the perfume counter, and it made me think of Maria’s fragrance. Even when I was in the men’s section, I thought of how Maria looked in her business suits.I was trying to pick out sweaters for my daughter and daughter-in-law, when a woman’s voice said, “Hi, Professor Carl.” I almost dropped the clothes I was holding when I saw who it was.”Hi, Frankie. Um. I mean Tanya.” Tanya/Frankie was the very last person I expected to run into shopping. She was with a brunette woman also in her forties.She laughed and retorted, “You remember both my names. I’m surprised. ‘Tanya’ is good here.””Of course I remember your name-zzuh.” I drew out a hard “s” sound for comedic effect. “Frankly, I’m surprised that you remember me, though.” I was truly surprised she recognized me, let alone recalled my name.Tanya gave me a scolding look. “What we shared doesn’t happen every day.” She looked at her friend then back at me with accusation in her eyes. “Or maybe you think that I do that sort of thing with everyone.””Uh. No. I didn’t…” I felt my face flush as Tanya’s and her friend’s eyes bore into me. “It felt… I felt very special. I don’t think you’re like that.” I was fumbling for a way to take my foot out of my mouth. “It’s just that I don’t think of myself as all that memorable.”Tanya stared harshly at me for a moment more then immediately looked light-hearted. “It’s okay. I’m just teasing you. You definitely made an impression. I would have been pretty pissed at you if it wasn’t for the flowers.””That was a nice touch.” Her friend interjected.”I hope you finally hooked up with that waitress who owns your heart.” Tanya smiled sincerely.Huh? “Waitress?” I didn’t write to her about a waitress.Tanya must have seen the confusion on my face because she explained further. “You know. The waitress at the steakhouse. I think her name was Maria. We saw you two sharing dessert.” Her friend nodded agreement. Comprehension hit me like a thunderclap.”Wait two you were at the booth. You’re the ones that Maria talked to for so long.” Tanya and her friend nodded assent. A sudden boost of adrenaline made my words come out like machine gun fire. “No we never got together. What did you say? How did you know she was the one I mentioned in the card? Tell me what happened.””Whoa, whoa. One thought at a time.” Tanya had put her hands up in front of her is if to deflect some the onslaught of my questions. “How did I know it was her? It was written all over the puppy dog eyes you were looking at her with.””Yeah, we just couldn’t figure out how that chick didn’t know that you had the hots for her.” Tanya’s friend added.”It was sooo obvious, but she wouldn’t believe it even after we told her.” Tanya confirmed.”Wouldn’t believe what? What did you tell her?” I was so excited that I didn’t worry about being polite to Tanya and her friend, I needed answers.”I said that she must be the one who holds your heart. She wanted to know what I meant. So, I explained that I made a play for you, but you told me that your heart already belonged to someone else.” Tanya could probably see that I was worried how much Maria knew about my relationship with Tanya/Frankie. “Don’t worry, I didn’t go into any details about the club. We tried to convince her that she must be the one you were in love with, but we couldn’t convince her.””She kept saying that she had spent so much one on one time with you that she would have known if you liked her that way. I never seen someone whose radar was so out of whack.” Her friend was as into telling the story as Tanya was.”Except you of course.” Tanya corrected while pointing at me. I pointed to myself with a questioning look. “Yeah, she was flirting with you all night, but apparently you didn’t follow up on it. You must be pretty dense.” I think Tanya was enjoying pointing out my ineptitude.”Really?! You think Maria likes me?” I sounded like a schoolboy.Both Tanya and her friend laughed out loud. Tanya confirmed what their laughs said. “Hell, yes. It was written all over her, but she also kept telling us.””She kept saying how much she wished that your heart belonged to her. She even said that she cried herself to sleep, wishing that you loved her. Really, I can’t understa-.”I cut off Tanya’s friend. “She said that?”They both responded, “Yes.””She used the ‘love’ word?” I demanded.”Yes,” again in unison.”You’re sure? You’re not pulling my leg?” My words were soft now.They both nodded. Tanya solemnly affirmed their words. “I swear to you. We’re telling the truth. That woman is nuts for you.””Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” I hugged and kissed them both on the cheek. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” I turned and ran out of the store. In retrospect, my hasty departure was undeniably rude, but my mind was target-locked on one goal. The department store that Maria worked in was in the same mall I was in. I had to find her now. I didn’t know her home phone or address. Plus, I felt I couldn’t talk to her on the phone, I had to talk to her in person. It couldn’t wait. If break went by, she might have a boyfriend by the time classes started again. Why not? Every man must want her! My head was racing as I hurried to the store she worked in. I slowed from a run so that people wouldn’t think I was shoplifting, but I was in the store in a minute.I went from department to department looking for Maria’s incomparable silhouette. After circling the whole store twice and coming up empty, I decided that she might be working in the back somewhere. I went to the first unoccupied sales person I could find. “Is Maria del Carpio working today?” I tried to sound nonchalant.”You just missed her. She just went home at 7:00. Can I help you with something?” She was quite nice.”No thanks.” I glanced at my watch, ignoring what the saleswoman might think. 7:05. Maybe I could find her in the parking lot. I hurried out the exit to the parking lot. I rapidly surveyed the parking lot as I ran toward my car. I would likely need wheels to catch Maria. Just as I reached my car, my view cleared a hedgerow, and I spotted Maria entering her car on the other side of the lot.I jumped into my car and threw it into reverse. Checking behind me so that I wouldn’t run down a family at Christmastime, I gunned the car, whipping out of the spot. I headed to the outside parking lot road that circled the mall. This was the longer distance route, but I calculated that it would be faster than the inside route due to less traffic and pedestrians. I pushed my car as far as was safe in this lot. I approached the area near where Maria’s car had been just in time to see her exiting the parking lot and turning left onto the major road that fronts the mall. Hitting the accelerator around the turn, I followed through the light on yellow.I could see her little car with the odd greenish hue about five cars ahead. Fortunately, the slightly higher elevation of my SUV allowed me to see over the traffic. I prayed that a minivan or pick-up didn’t pull between us. I followed her for several blocks, trying to look for ways to move closer in traffic. I was only able to move up one car position. Eventually, Maria turned left onto a residential road. I had to wait for approaching traffic and lost ground. Damn. I finally made the turn just in time to see Maria making a right turn three blocks down. Fortunately, she was driving at a leisurely pace. My rate of travel was anything but leisurely. When I made the turn, I caught her taillights turning into a driveway a block and half down. I hoped that she didn’t have a garage to hide her car from me.Luck was with me, and I saw Maria walking from her driveway to her front door. By this time, my adrenaline levels were so high that I acted before thinking. Slamming to a stop along the curb, I jumped out of the car and ran through her yard, dodging bushes. In the dark, Maria could only see that a man was running toward her. She screamed, “Stay away. I’m not alone.” I saw her fumbling with her keys and raising them in front of her. At the same moment, I entered the glow from her porch light. Recognizing my illuminated face she relaxed but was befuddled. “What… What are you doing here, Carl?””I uh… I had to see you.” Now that I was here I didn’t know quite what to say. The adrenaline high addled my mind and didn’t help.Maria looked a little concerned. “Why? Is there something wrong?””No. In fact I just recently figured out what’s right.” My puzzling answer evidently didn’t help her reach understanding. I stepped slowly closer to Maria so that we were two arms’ length away from each other. She lowered the mace spray she was holding as I did so. “Classes are over now. I submitted grades two days ago. I’m no longer your professor. I have no power over your career.”I paused to collect my thoughts. Fortunately, Maria was so confused that the only response she had was, “So?””So I can be honest with you now.” I took a huge breath trying to prepare myself. “Maria, I’ve been in love with you since the first time you came to my office for help. I forced myself to maintain a professional relationship with you, but it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” Another sigh. “Sometimes it was shear torture working so closely with you… not telling you how I felt… not touching you… convinced that you didn’t feel the same way for me. But now… Now I have to tell you how much I care for you, otherwise I’ll never be able to live with myself.”While I had been speaking, Maria’s jaw gradually dropped. The bewildered look on her face became more and more profound with every word I said. Now she stood in front of me in stunned silence. Her expression frozen and inscrutable. I lived multiple lifetimes of misery in those few uncertain moments –agonizing over the uncertainty of this life changing moment.Then she dropped her keys from one hand, her purse from the other. She stepped forward and reached her arms up around my neck. Then with such sweetness I could have made a mountain of candy she said simply, “Oh, Carl.” She pulled me down to her and kissed me fully, warmly on the mouth.At first, I was so surprised by her actions that my body remained briefly rigid and unresponsive. Then I responded with such a flood of pent up passion that any momentary hesitation was immediately blotted out. I fairly threw my arms around Maria and hugged her tightly. I had never experienced anything like the fire contained in Maria’s kiss, and I responded in kind by pouring my whole soul into kissing her. The tender fullness of her lips activated nerves in me that I didn’t know existed. Our lips played across each other pulling and frolicking until they seemed to melt into one.Somehow there was room in my brain to appreciate the rest of her. Embracing Maria seemed like something our two bodies had been designed for. Every inch of her fit into every inch of me and I gloried in the feel of her body pressed to mine. I allowed my hands to run up and down her back, enjoying the narrowing at the small of her back. I let them travel down to caress and enjoy her marvelously rounded, sexy rear end. Maria responded by wiggling somehow even closer to me. Mr. Chubby responded to the feel of her considerable breasts pushing into me and rapidly started to rise.Without hesitation, I pushed my tongue forward to taste Maria’s lips. She responded by darting hers out and using it to pull mine into her mouth. It felt like my tongue had finally found it’s home, wrongly residing in my mouth all these years. Our tongues danced a primal dance that somehow was full of grace and sophistication despite its wildness. At this point, every ounce of our beings were focused into that kiss. I simply held her ass firmly, and Maria clutched my neck.Suddenly Maria’s door burst open and I heard a young woman’s voice say, “Mom, is everything alright?” We quickly broke our embrace, but not before her daughter accurately apprised the situation. Her demeanor rapidly changed from worried to casually cocky. She quipped, “Go Mom! Things seem better than alright.” Maria’s face reddened, and I could feel mine do the same.Embarrassed Maria tried to sound nonchalant. “Hi, Dear.” Turning to me she said, “This is my daughter Brianne.” Turning back to Brianne, but pointing at me she said, “This is my chemistry professor, Carl.”The grin on Brianne’s face doubled in size. “Go, Mom.” She said half-mockingly, half-admiringly. Stepping around us she added with slightly less tease, “I was just waiting for you to get home. I’m going to Pat’s and I’m late already. We’re going to go out; so, I’ll be home late.” She gave a knowing wink. “Don’t worry; I’ll call before I come home.” By this time she was already half in her car.Maria and I watched in silence as her daughter pulled out of the driveway. When her car started rolling down the street, we both burst into nervous laughter. She put her head on my shoulder, and we held each other up as we laughed. Finally, Maria stood back and said, “There’s a first time for everything. I’ve caught her on this porch doing the same thing a few times, but there’s never been a chance for her to catch me.” We continued to chuckle as I picked up her keys with the mace can and she picked up her purse. The door was already open and we stepped in. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp. Maria indicated a spot on the end table for me to put her keys and then pulled me onto the couch beside her.She settled in close to me as she spoke. “Although that was a little embarrassing, I’m glad that I have the time now to tell you how I feel.” The months of doubt and turmoil overrode the facts of the moment and I panicked that the pure joy I had just felt would be ripped away from me. “I’ve loved you just as long, probably longer. At least I lusted after you before I came to your office.” The relief flowed through me and forced all doubts onto the floor, through a crack under the door, and out of my life forever.”Me, too. I lusted after you from the first moment I saw you.” It came out as a natural response to her statement, but I felt a little embarrassed by this admission. Sheepishly, I added, “Sorry, that doesn’t sound very good does it? I mean that I was really attracted to you all along.”Maria gently stroked my cheek. “No don’t apologize, Carl. I know just how you feel. And I like hearing you say it.” Her delicate hand continued to caress my cheek, and we gazed silently into each other’s eyes for a few moments. Her fingers lightly traced my lips and she smiled sensually as she said, “The moment may have been interrupted, but the mood wasn’t broken for me.” The languid look of lust in her gorgeous brown eyes and the erotic way her lips formed the words put me under her complete control. I knew that from that moment forward I would never be able to deny Maria anything.I responded by caressing her cheek briefly, running my hand behind her head to weave my hands into her lustrous brown hair. Burning her eyes with my intense look, I moved my body toward her slowly, bringing my lips nearer and nearer hers. My movements weren’t slowed by hesitance, but by the knowledge of the importance of this moment in our lives. I let our cheeks and lips hover mere millimeters from each other for a long count. Then holding her head firmly, I pushed her mouth onto mine. Almost immediately, Maria had to separate slightly to allow the shuddering sigh that moved through her body exit her mouth. Our passion quickly returned to the fever pitch it had reached on the porch. The overwhelming delight I felt from the connection between our lips and the intertwining of our tongues elicited a moan of pleasure from me. While one hand continued to hold her head, locking us in the throes of kissing, my other hand began to roam up and down her back and along her hips. The curves of her womanhood stoked fires in me that had never been lit in my 50+ years of life. When my hand started to caress her thigh, Maria responded with an approving, “Mmmmm.” I moved my hand past the fabric of her skirt to her skin, and lightly stroked the inner surface of her smooth thigh. “MMMMMmm,” she replied without lifting her lips from mine.As we continued to kiss, I moved my hand back up the outside of her thigh, over her hips, into the narrowing at her waist and up to her shoulders. When my hand made the trip back down to her inner thigh, I caressed the silky surface of her skin up past the hem of her skirt dangerously close to her pubis. Maria responded immediately by running her hands inside the front of my shirt and up through the hair on my chest. She broke off our kiss, and I extracted my hand from her hair. “MMmm, Carl. I love a hairy chest.” Before I could respond, she used both hands to roughly pull my shirt over my head. I raised my arms, and wiggled out quickly. She briefly ran her fingernails across my hard pectoral muscles. Her nails seemed electrified to me as they sent shocking shivers through my body. She then rapidly wrapped her arms around me and started kissing my neck and chest.”Ohhh, Maria,” I moaned. I looked down to see her long dark hair cascading across my chest. My cock was now so fully engorged it was throbbing against my pants. As Maria continued to kiss and run her hands over my body, I frantically reached a hand to her blouse. Her buttons seemed to open themselves for me, and I had her blouse open in a moment. Maria wasted no time in sitting straight up and seductively removing her blouse. I’m sure my jaw must have dropped at the sight of her bosom restrained by the red satin bra. She was even more well endowed than I had thought, and her bra could barely hold all of her beautiful breasts. I have always been a breast man, and although I was happily, faithfully married for almost 30 years to a woman with B cups, Maria was the kind of woman I had always dreamed about.After pausing momentarily to enjoy the spectacular view, I reverently placed my hands on the outer edges of her bra, gently cupping her breasts. I glided my hands along them and around to the bare skin of her back. I repaid the attention she had given to me by kissing her neck and shoulders and the part of her chest above her bra. I continued to run my hands sensually over her back. After several unhurried moments of enjoying the glory of Maria’s bare skin, I pulled back slightly to enjoy another view of her stunning beauty. The tell-tale signs of her erect nipples straining against her bra told me that my actions had as much effect on her as on me. I devoted my attention to kissing her breasts through her bra. When I reached one of her nipples, the urgency of my kisses intensified, and I grabbed her hard nipple between my lips, sucking on it through the satin of her bra. This evoked a loud moan of pleasure from Maria, and she clutched my head, forcing my face into her breast. I wasted no time, and finding the closure of her bra unfastened quickly.I was through with going slowly, and I could sense that Maria felt the same. I literally ripped her bra off. I barely had time to enjoy the view I had fantasized about so frequently, but the splendor of her massive breasts far surpassed my best fantasy. It was impossible for the human mind to imagine anything so beautiful without ever seeing it. I wasted no time in firmly grasping one spectacular tit in each hand, lifting them slightly from below. I covered the firm but soft flesh with a hurricane of hot, wet kisses — devouring her delicious tits. Maria again groaned sensually and kissed the top of my head and forehead. Her nails raked my back lightly. I was so turned on that I easily could have cum right then, but I slowed the pace slightly to hold back. I gently traced circles around one dark areola with my tongue and around the other with my index finger. “Oaahh. Yesss, Baby!” Maria exclaimed throatily. I then gently applied long, languorous licks across her oversized swollen nipple. I was rewarded by hearing Maria’s breathing quicken into shallow gasps. I couldn’t fight the urge any longer. First, I ran my tongue forcefully around her areola, pushing into her precious breast flesh. Then I powerfully pulled her nipple into my mouth with my tongue. Using my hand to squeeze and force her massive mound into my mouth I sucked her nipple with wild abandon; my other hand squeezed her other breast, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. This time my reward was even more satisfying. Maria loudly called out, “Fuck, Baby. That’s good.” She again forced my head into her chest with her delicate hands.She didn’t keep her hands there for long and reached to try to undo my pants. She couldn’t quite reach them and seemed frustrated. In truth, I didn’t want to quit licking and kissing and sucking her tits, but I pulled my head away, sitting back. Maria pounced on my belt, pulling powerfully on it in her efforts to remove it. She had the front of my trousers open quickly, and I stood up and stepped out of them and my boxers. My rock hard rod snapped to attention. Maria stared at it briefly with a wanton look on her face. Then she looked briefly into my eyes flashing a sly smile and raised the bar on the intensity of our love making. Without hesitation she fell to her knees in front of me and engulfed my cock with her mouth. No teasing, kissing, or introductory licking as a prelude. Just all out enthusiastic, slurping, cock sucking. I could tell that she was doing this to satisfy her own urges, just like I had done with her breasts. Up and down the shaft she slurped, tongue rubbing the underside, sexy full lips sliding across the surface. After several moments of just enjoying the toy she had found, Maria’s movements became slightly more purposeful, and she looked up into my eyes. Her huge, brown eyes conveyed a combination of unrestrained, wanton lust and sincere, soul-shaking love.I felt what seemed like a physical snap in my psyche. I was nearly overwhelmed by the power of two conflicting emotions that roared up inside me and crashed like waves on a tumultuous ocean. On one hand a pure carnal, primal a****l was released in me. I had never felt such raw lust and unbridled sybaritic drive. I have always respected women more than men, and I had never thought of one as a sexual object. But Maria was the embodiment of raw sexuality to me, and she had unknowingly released a b**st from somewhere in my lower brain. This b**st ferociously hungered for her bewitching voluptuous body. He wanted to use Maria to slake his carnal appetite with no thought of her desires.Fortunately, as I looked into her eyes a warm, an all-engulfing feeling of adoration flowed beside the b**st. For months I’d felt that I loved her, but the completely committed devotion I felt now made me know that I had never fully loved before. I peered into her eyes, and Maria was my soul. My heart swelled with love and devotion. I felt like the Grinch when his heart grows and breaks the bands of metal around it.Just as when two waves meet on the ocean they can be summed and double in height. The b**st and the caring lover combined to create something wonderful in me that was greater than the sum of the parts. I could acknowledge the b**st’s desire to roughly grab Maria’s head and fuck her throat until I came; and I could use the b**st to share passionate love making, fulfilling both our needs and desires.I grabbed Maria’s arms and pulled her up to stand in front of me. I pounced on her mouth with mine and tasted a slight essence of me there. I clutched a heavy breast in one hand and reveled in the feel of its weighty softness. I grabbed her full, firm ass in the other hand, using it to lift her up on her toes toward my mouth. Our hungry mouths acted like they were going to devour each other. A constant stream of soft gratified moans emanated from us both. The b**st welled up in me. I reached down and violently ripped her skirt and panties off. Maria’s hips were so magnificently curvaceous that my forcefulness snapped the button off at the waistband. Maria looked at me in amazement, but there was satisfaction on her face as well.I pushed Maria back onto the couch. Positioning myself between her open legs. I leaned forward and kissed her repeatedly over her face and neck. I gradually worked my way down her shoulders, chest, and tummy. While my progress down her body was slow, there was nothing restrained about my movements. I was kissing and caressing and licking and fondling and sucking and squeezing and nibbling with reckless abandon. The b**st was exploiting his conquest, but the lover was seeing to his beloved’s needs. I could tell from the continuous sounds of pleasure and sensual movement of her hands on my body that Maria was fully enjoying my ministrations.When I finally reached Maria’s waistline, I reigned in the b**st slightly and my actions became more tender. I pulled back slightly to take in the view between Maria’s spread legs. Maria had a neatly trimmed bush of shining dark hair, which I could tell would be a dense forest if she didn’t have it so carefully manicured. Her swollen labia were folded perfectly to either side, making a large-petaled flower. The light was dim, but it still seemed like I could make out her clit. I smiled at the thought of the rare opportunity I had to use my skills on such a lovely example of womanhood in an effort to bring Maria joy. The b**st in me produced a predatory growl.I lightly kissed the skin around her bush and up and down her thighs. Maria shivered with pleasure. Working my way up, I kissed all over her bush but so lightly that my lips really only applied pressure to her soft hairs. Meanwhile, I ran my hands up and down the outside of her thighs and hips. Gradually, I increased my pressure until I was kissing her hot nether-lips. Maria moaned quietly as her body tensed slightly. She began running her fingers through my hair. The b**st complained about my throbbing cock. He ordered me to impale his conquest with my aching member. Instead, I kissed Maria’s pussy firmly, and I clearly felt the large nub of her clit. Maria’s moaning increased in intensity and volume. I tried to hold back, and used long, slow licks to taste her womanhood from top to bottom. Finally, I pulled a tasty labium into my mouth and growled as I sucked it slightly. Each time that I took an additional liberty, Maria’s moaning intensified. Finally, after a long time of teasing her, I pressed my tongue firmly against her clit and rubbed it enthusiastically. Maria’s body stiffened as she called out, “Oh, yesss!” As I alternated between licking and kissing her labia, the entrance to her honey pot, and her clitoris, Maria’s breathing turned into panting, and she began writhing slightly. Her panting continued to get louder and faster. The b**st was driven crazy by her, and I had to let him have some leash.I slid my hands around behind Maria firmly grabbing her luscious ass. Simultaneously, I used my grip to pull her pussy toward me and I thrust my tongue deep inside her pussy. “Yeah, Baby! Fuck me with your tongue! Tongue-fuck my hot pussy!” Maria called out. I did precisely as commanded and pumped my tongue in and out of her love tunnel. Of course, I couldn’t have stopped the b**st from this very activity even if I had tried. With each stroke of tongue in, I pressed against her unhooded clit with my nose. The combination of Maria’s wild writhing and her rapid panting made me guess that she was close to cumming. My suspicion was immediately verified when she half-screamed, half-whimpered, “Oh, Carl. I’m gonna’ cum!!” I doubled the intensity of my efforts, and brought a hand around so that a finger could join my tongue in her pussy. This act threw Maria over the edge. Her writhing stopped and her body stiffened. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my tongue and pulsated. She released a flood of juices, and between gasps screamed out, “Yes! … Fuck!… Yes! Oh Yesss!”Maria’s high intensity orgasm seemed to go on forever. I was beginning to get jealous, and my tongue was starting to fatigue when her gasps and convulsions finally started to subside. I slowed my movements to match the descent of her orgasm. Still working her clit and pussy with my tongue, I stretched my hands up to massage and caress her breasts. When I gently pinched her nipples, her orgasm ramped back up. She grabbed my head and mashed it into her pussy. At the same time she thrust her hips up, fucking my face. I loved hearing her, “Oh yes, Carl! … Fuck yeah, Carl!” but I was having a bit of a hard time breathing. Fortunately, this climax didn’t last too long, and Maria eased her grip on my head before I had to break off my attentions.The b**st was about to overtake me when Maria called out, “Give me your cock, Baby. Fuck me with your big cock, Baby!” I’m not that big, but I wasn’t going to argue any of her points. I quickly positioned my aching cock above the entrance to her love tunnel. I pushed in slowly. The head of my cock is quite large compared to the shaft, and I could clearly feel Maria’s lips snap past the swollen helmet. My intention was to enter slowly and tease her. However, I was worked into a fevered frenzy by this point. The velvety feel of her hot pussy enveloping the head was too much and I thrust completely into her in one forceful stroke. Maria gasped with sensual elation.There I was on top of the woman I loved, her pussy engulfing my cock. I looked into her dreamy eyes and knew this was everything I could ever want. I passionately kissed her mouth, probing her deeply with my tongue. At the same time, I started pumping in and out of her sweet tunnel of love with long, steady strokes. The feeling of her huge breasts smashed into my chest was the most erotic feeling I had ever known. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out because I had been so turned on for so long, and every part of me was over stimulated. Fortunately, Maria had never really completely come down from her previous climaxes, and she was quickly back on the edge. She had to disengage her mouth from mine as she twisted her head side-to-side, moaning in a prelude to another climax. This was my cue to turn my attentions to her marvelous mammaries. I pulled a nipple deeply into my mouth, and the b**st savagely sucked it. I fucked her harder and faster as I gobbled her delicious nipple. Just when I thought I was about to cum, Maria burst forth in another orgasm. I couldn’t hold back any longer, but before I started to cum, the b**st grabbed Maria’s legs and roughly pulled them into the air. With her feet pointed above my head and her legs on my shoulders, I was able to penetrate even deeper than before. Holding her thighs against my chest, I repeatedly thrust as hard and deep as I could. Maria responded by screaming and cumming harder. I finally came in earth shattering waves. My entire body convulsed as I injected my hot semen deep into Maria’s pussy. I had never felt such an intense orgasm, and I think that I may have blacked out for a few seconds. We both rode a tidal wave of climax for what seemed like forever. Our love juices mixed and overflowed out of Maria. Finally, I released Maria’s legs and collapsed onto her chest, spent.With the last ounce of our combined strength, Maria and I rolled as one to the side so that we were laying side by side, squeezed together on the sofa with my cock still inside of her. The power of our orgasms had drained so much of our energy that we could only manage to gaze into each other’s eyes and smile. I could live my life lost in Maria’s eyes. No words were needed. We both knew that our hearts, souls, and bodies had just become one and would never be separated. We dozed off staring and smiling at each other… Luckily, we woke and moved to the bedroom before Maria’s daughter returned.Except for Christmas Eve, Maria and I have spent every night together since that day. Seven months after that momentous day, we were married. Maria moved into my house, and her daughter is staying in hers for now. We’ve had our disagreements like any married couple, but I’m thankful for Maria’s presence in my life every night, and I wake next to her every morn with a smile.Mandy changed majors to chemistry, and ultimately worked in my research lab. After Maria and I became known as an item, Mandy never gave the slightest hint of flirtation toward me. Every jock on campus chased Mandy, but she ultimately wound up with a biochemistry major who was not very athletic. They made the cutest couple — spending hours studying science together, constantly laughing at each other’s puns and double entendres, watching and rewatching every sci-fi movie and show, and unassumingly becoming the two students that every other student wished they could be.I finally got up the nerve to tell Maria how I knew Frankie/Tanya. Well, I didn’t exactly explain every detail, but I did let Maria know I met Tanya at a strip club. Because of the critical role that Tanya played in our relationship, Maria suggested that we invite her to our wedding. Tanya brought a very professional and charming date to our wedding.I’m very happy that Mandy and Tanya both found what appear to be excellent partners. If they are half as happy as Maria and I, they will be happy indeed.

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