But you're going to be proven wrong if you think I'm letting my cock bias my judgment.
Besides, aren't I supposed to be looking out for my girlfriend?
Let's drop the ethical implications here for a second about whether it's right or wrong to sleep with a student and be on a panel deciding her entry into a prestigious program.
Instead, let's look at the ethics of nature.
Universities haven't been around more than maybe 800 years. The UN hasn't been around even a 100 years.
But for thousands of years we've had men protecting and looking out for their women. Making sure they had enough food, water, and shelter to take care of their families.
Yeah, I'm thinking like a fucking cave man, but I am here to protect Christine. No other guy is going to do it for her. If he did, he'd probably want to fuck her too and then we'd have a problem, because he'd probably be dead.
So you can't blame me for wanting to protect her. And right now, I promise you, protecting her is trying to get her not to think about this situation that we're in.
Which is going to be harder said than done.
She starts the pressure from the morning.
Right as I wake up, I'm under assault from Christine Jalili.
Her hand is already working my cock under the blankets before my eyes fucking open.
I look over and she smiles at me.
"Hey big boy," she purrs. "Thought I'd wake up with a morning snack."
Before I can say anything, she dives her head under the covers. A second later I feel her warm mouth engulf the tip of my cock.
I sigh.
She continues her ministrations.
I groan.
I'm about to cum she's that good.
But that's when she stops.
I'm a little puzzled when her head pops out the blankets. She looks at me.
"Tell me why you don't want to talk about how fucking unethical and improper it is that you nominated me for the Consultancy Program and are judging me?" she says, her eyes narrowing at me.
Fucking hell.
My balls are ready to burst and she's looking at me, making it very clear that she's not doing anything until I answer her question.
"I thought a lot about it and I realize there's something you're keeping from me," Christine says, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want to know before I get in any more trouble."
"You're not going to get in any trouble," I gasp out.
"Tell me or no sex," she says to me.
Fucking Christ.
People may think of me and my family as soft because we descended from the Mayflower Pilgrims. But I guarantee you growing up with money has done nothing to make me soft. If anything, I've learned to put up with struggle.
"Then it's no sex," I tell her, my balls aching and my cock twitching as I get out of bed. It's hard and not getting any softer.
I see Christine's eyes glued to my cock as I stand up from the bed.
"I'll shower and be ready for brunch if you still want to go," I tell her.
She nods, still entranced by my cock.
But she doesn't let up.
"What is it then that keeps me like this secret part of your life then if you're not worried about the ethical aspect of what we're doing?" Christine asks me as the waiter puts our bellinis down. We're sitting at Balthazar at an outside table. "Because it seems like you're not worried about sleeping with me when you're on the selection committee for the program, but yet you still keep me a secret from your professor friends."
I sigh. How am I going to explain this?
"It's not that I'm not worried about this," I tell her as she rolls her eyes at me. "It's just that while the University doesn't forbid a relationship between us, it's probably best to come out with it till after you leave my class."
"But what about the program?" she asks me.
I shrug.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about the program," I tell her. "I'm pretty sure you're going to be a shoo-in."
I'm serious. I meant for it to comfort her.
But I'm a guy and I don't understand what girls are thinking about sometimes.
Because her eyes tear up.
"You've done something, haven't you?" she asks me, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "You've stacked the deck for me, haven't you?"
"What?" I ask shocked. "Why would I do that?"
"You mean you told them not to select me?" she asks.
I stare at her. Unfortunately I can't say anything more without giving it away. So I remain silent.
"Why can't you just tell me? I don't care what you did, but I'd be more hurt if there was someone more qualified and they never got the chance because of me and you..." Christine begins but I stop her.
"I can't say anything more, Christine," I say to her in a very professional manner. "I hope you understand. It's just my principles I can't compromise."
Christine's eyes go wide and she spends a long moment staring at me. Then, as if she's putting a wall around her heart, she composes herself.