I stood in front of the closed door for a long time. After very fantastic sex that I used to have fantasies about, Madeleine had raised some questions with her behavior. I didn’t just not know the answer to those questions, but I also didn’t know how to formulate them either. The sound of my cell phone interrupted my thoughts.
“Professor… is there a student in there, professor?” It was my childhood friend who used to tease me about my students.
“Hey, you maniac! Where are you?”
“I’m at the pub. Come and have a drink!”
“I’m coming!”
I was thrilled by my friend’s phone call. Some great male company in the pub, hollow stories, and fooling around would do me good. And help me forget the questions whose names I did not know.
Chapter 6: Questionable things
The atmosphere at the pub was great. My friends Jack, Anthony, and Samantha were already waiting for me. I saw that Anthony was in the company of a young girl, so I assumed it was his girlfriend.
“Hey, professor, let me ask you something.” My friend Jack came near, hugged me, and in fake whisper, imitated the unenlightened crowd. “Is there any pussy about, professor? Do those college students fuck you, ha?”
“Come on Jack, stop shitting me. The ladies in here will hear you.” I pushed him away.
“What are students like these days? I have the impression that they are all interested in anything but what they are teaching them in college,” Samantha asked.
She was a pretty girl with black hair, and makeup like some high school chick. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she had medium-sized earrings on her ears. Two buttons were discretely unbuttoned on her tight white shirt and they were showing off her large tits. Her eyes were blue, her eyebrows nice, and she had the smile of an experienced girl with the tone of voice of a determined woman. I liked her company.
“Well, I don’t know what to say. The whole country is in shambles, there is a total lack of values and you can feel it among the students.” I answered with general knowledge. This black-haired beauty had a wonderful long neck, accentuated by the shirt neck which was lifted up. I really wanted to lick it.
“What about all of those sexual affairs? I heard that some of the professors at law school even blackmailed some of the female students,” asked Anthony.
“Or they were blackmailing them. Ha ha,” Jack teased.
“Well, that is up for debate,” I answered, as if I was defending the honor of all college professors, the system, and the state.
“Dear Lord, that is today and it looks quite normal,” Anthony’s girlfriend said. She was really a small-town goose that killed all of the ambition my friend had, so as to show she had found a real man that can pay the bills regularly.
“And what is today ‘So, Oh my God normal?’” I challenged her, not feeling provoked at all, although I was supposed to be feeling that way.
“Well, that…”
“What?” I was in her face.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” Anthony said.
“What? I’m not allowed to talk to your girl?” I looked at him angrily.
“What’s wrong, idiot? What’s with the tone?” Anthony felt like something wasn’t right.
“What tone? I was just asking her what she meant by ‘So, Oh my God normal.’ Well?” I leaned on the chair and placed my arm behind Jack. I looked ironically in her eyes.
“Well… sex!” she answered loudly and looked at my chest. She was quiet for a moment like she was freed of something and then continued to speak. “It looks like it’s completely normal for professors to have sex with their students.”
“What, you actually think that is normal?” I asked her calmly.
I noticed Samantha looking at me and smiling at me, looking pleased. I pretended not to notice and I actually felt myself getting hard: Wow, I felt good in my dominant role when it came to the topic of sex. My Alpha male yearnings were completely sated that night. I fucked the most fuckable student at college (Wow I fucked her good!), I was provoking a socially acceptable coordinator of a non-government organization, and I managed to get the hot lawyer from the ministry of finances horny. What a night!
The conversation of (non)normality of sex between professors and female students stretched on, and I only said something about it occasionally. Here and there I would exchange a few words with Samantha or Samy (she told me to call her that). We exchanged a few smiles but I just kept thinking about Madeleine.
Chapter 7: Home visit
“Professor? Sorry to be bothering you. I lost my keys. Until my parents get back, I can’t leave my apartment, and they will be back tomorrow afternoon. Will it be unpleasant for me to ask you to come to my place?” I was reading the text Josephine sent me.