(I know this is backwards, and you guys probably want to hear about my relationship with Emily and my go-go dancing days first, but I really wanted to tell you guys about my second semester.)

After winter break I started a class with the hottest VP (visiting professor), Professor Daniels.   Just in his early 40’s he was already grey haired, a true silver fox, with a muscular build and a personality that made others smile.   I was shy at first, I never raised my hand to answer any of his questions and I felt intimidated when he singled me out with a question, but all that changed when I was writing my first research paper.   I was lost, with no ideas on what to write, I needed help.   So I dragged myself to visit him during office hours to see if he could give me any ideas for my paper.

After a couple of office hour secessions, I started becoming really comfortable with Professor Daniels.   I even started to flirt with him a little bit during our third meeting.

On my fourth visit I showed up hung over, wearing some old baggy sweat pants.   To my surprise that’s when he made his move.

“Your dressed casual today,” he said. “That’s to bad, I like the way you usually dress.”

Even though his voice was nonchalant, and I had a massive headache, I knew it was a come on.   I decided to test my instincts and see how far I could take it.   Not that I wanted to sleep with him for better grades, I just wanted to sleep with him!   I had never been with an older man before and from what the other girls told me, they ROCK!

“That’s OK, maybe you can see me in something slutty tonight.” I offered.   Adding, “If you buy me a drink of course,” just to make sure he got the point.

Professor Daniels just smiled, “Well, you’re not 21 so it’ll be hard to find a place that’ll serve you…   But I’ve got a good wine collection at my house if you really want that drink.”

“Of course,” I tried to respond in an elegant way.

He just smiled, wrote down his address and told me, “8 o’clock.”

I left his office with dripping wet.   I love flirting, and the thought that he was my teacher made it even more naughty.   I hurried to my car and played with myself on the drive home.

At the dorm, I told Emily about my run in with Daniels.   She was ecstatic, and even helped me with my make up and picked out an outfit for me to wear.   She pulled from her closet a little black shirt that barely covered my ass and told me to use it as a dress.   I wasn’t sure, it was a lot skimpier then I was use to.   But she argued, “Look, it’s just his place.   It’s not like you’re going out in public with this on…   And if you did, fuck it, it’d probably give his old ass a boner!”

After a laugh, I decided to keep it on and found some matching black high heels.

I was at Daniel’s by 8:30.   A little late, I know, but I’m always late…

We sat in his living room for hours just chatting, and drinking wine of course.   By midnight we had gone through 2 and half bottles and I was so WASTED.

I had given up on trying to be mature.   And there was at least two nip slip incidents that I remembered.     I had even confessed to him about how I loved taking nude photos with my bi-lover Emily.   He gave me this look like he wanted to tear off my clothes.   He asked if he could take some.

“Sure, why not,” I responded not really caring.

He took about 80 photos of me that night stripping for him in Emily’s little black shirt.   Most of them didn’t come out very well, and by the end of it all I was on the floor trying to take off my panties for him.

I’ll tell you about the rest of the night in my next blog.