The Perverted Old Professor
and His Golden Girls
by
TJ Nachito
Smashwords Edition
2012
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Parts of this story were previously published online under the pen name Garth Mundinger-Klow. This is an expanded and much revised version.
The cover art is re-processed and in the public domain
I.
Was
sitting at my desk trying to decide the right wording to use for an
assignment for one of my classes. I looked up to see Terri come in to
my office, her smile wide, with full lips framing her teeth. Her
short blonde hair looked uncombed, but that added to her overall
beauty.
I
stood as she approached me.
“Hello,
Mr. Sanders.”
She gave me a strong hug. She always hugged me whenever she greeted me. I had always hoped there would be more than just a hug…listen to me, a dirty old professor, age fifty, thinking such things about a twenty-two-old student!
I,
perverted old professor.
She
asked, “Do
you have my recommendation ready? I’ll need to get it in the mail
tomorrow with my graduate school application.”
I
reached into my briefcase to get her recommendation and I noticed she
was taking a sheaf of papers out of her book bag.
“What’re
those?” my inquiring mind wanted to know.
“The
applications require some essay assignments on my goals; it’s about
as bad as the undergraduate application essays I had to write when I
was in high school. I have no idea how to start, so I’m hoping you
can help.”
“Like
giving you ideas?”
“Well,
yeah.”
“Or
like writing it for you?”
I
chuckled at my own lame humor so she wouldn’t misunderstand
me.
“Oh,
god, if you could,
I’d kiss you.” On
that last thought she blushed, but my thoughts were not on the lips
under her nose but the lips below her navel.
She
snapped me out of my perverted reverie when she said, “I’m sorry.
I spoke on impulse.”
I
told her, “No
need to apologize. I speak on impulse often, and you can probably
remember every time in class and out of class I did it.”
“Yeah,
but you’re
funny
when you speak on impulse,” she replied.
“Yours
was charming, the kind that someone could easily fall in love with,”
I said.
She
blushed again, and then began to lay her papers in neat stacks on a
couple of student desks.
I
stood in front of her and as she leaned over, I could see down into
her blouse. I took the opportunity to fill my eyes with the beauty of
her well-formed young breasts not quite filling out her oversized bra
cups. The freckles on her upper chest added to the exquisite
beauty.
I
also noticed that her small nipples were hard.
All
too soon she stood up straight, and we got down to business
discussing the relative merits of the various topics. We talked about
which essay topic would work best, and I told her to come by tomorrow
afternoon so we could polish it up.
After
she got her papers together and started out of the door, she turned
and gave me a hug.
Then
she kissed me on the lips. Even though it was closed-mouth kiss, it
was still a kiss on the lips from a beautiful young woman.
My
fantasies went into overtime. I knew I would be lovingly masturbating
my cock several times this evening. I was already hard.