“Why call her Professora Jackson?”
“There’s 8 men who either tenure or seeking tenure on this campus with a last name that is pronounced Jackson. Except for the paraplegic in the history department Dr. Xavier Jaxon, J-A-X-O-N, all eight of the others: the seven men and Professora Jackson all spell their last name J-A-C-K-S-O-N. Prof. ‘Spook’ Jackson the physics teacher is lighter-skinned than most Scandinavians. But all 9 professors Jackson have some distinguishing nicknames or title variants. I’ve only met 4 of them. Professora’s twin bother, the geology prof, I’ve met socially is nicknamed ‘Mr. 24’. Mr. 24 Jackson would tell you because his middle name is a Swahili word that’s a homophone for the swahili words meaning dozen and 2 (2 times a dozen is 24), but his ex-wife who had made a cottage industry spinning everything in the nastiest, meanest way possible for her ex, conceded that her ex was quote just short of 10 inches when hard and horny unquote… 25.4 centimeters is 10 inches on the dot, 24 centimeters would be a little shorter than 10 inches. Now, Dr. Xavier… That’s professor Xavier Jaxon… he’s bald and paraplegic but his skin tone’s much closer to George Forman or La Var Burton than Patrick Stuart, but we still call him Dr. X or Dr. Xavier.”
“You’re nervous…”
“You’re hit the head on the nail.” Joe deliberately swapped nail and head, just to hear her laugh.
She laughed, “Want me to drive?”
“If you’d like. My car or yours?”
“Yours…. I’ll likely need to pack more, besides I still need to get a new alternator.”
“Why not get it checked out.”
“Well I had pulled it do just that. Sara was going to drive. We put it on the pic nic table as we closed and/or locked everything we needed to it rained, like it had been threatening to do for hours… between the time I set the alternator down and locked the car, lightening struck.”
“You look well–”
“The alternator.”
He chuckled, I don’t have the coin for a new alternator.”
“I got Daddy’s credit card, his visited Sunday and I shown.”
“Sara Willows?”
“No, McCormick.”
“She’s more the mechanically reclined than the mechanically inclined.”
“That’s why I said I pulled the alternator.”
“Well, you’ve always been better at nuts and bolts of the physical sciences.”
“Come on that’s simpler than most of the shit I did in auto shop. I guess that where the misperception of me as dyke.”
“Pick you up, soonest?”
“How long?”
“I’ll need 15 minutes to walk to my room, pack up, walk to my car and drive to the front of your dorm.”
“Sounds good, I may be 20.”
“See you soon.” The parted company, heading to their respective dorms. Hers was 55 paces in one direction and his was over 6 times that distance in a completely different direction.
Joe was only 1:05 off his estimate, but rang her 15 minutes after the parted company. “I’m a minute away.”
“I’ll need a minute after I hang up… meet you in the lobby.”
He turned the engine off, in front of her dorm’s front door with the hazard’s on. It was 2 minutes past midnight and men were leaving the women’s dorm. He’d be asked to leave as soon has someone noticed he wasn’t streaming out with the rest of the men.
She exited the front door 5 minutes after she said 1 minute. “We need to make one stop before we crawl into bed.”
“What’s so urgent?”
“Condoms, I’m not knocking you up.”
“Alright, but let’s buy them together.”
“Okay.”
They headed over to the drug store kitty corner from the Southeast corner of campus. After buying three different 2-packs (one “extra large”, and two ‘normal’ sized “polyurethane” and “latex”), they got a hotel room. The hotelier made them both show IDs, then took the attitude: I don’t allow underage sex in my hotel, but I’ll rent to 18 year olds. He said, “happy birthday, sir.” as they walked to their room.
Once in the room, a nervous quiet fell over them. Finally Joe pulled of his glasses and gently placed them on the night table between the two double beds, pulled off his shirt and said, “If you’re going to be quiet, at least be kissing me.” and grabbed her cheeks and kissed her.
“I’ve gotta pee, be right back.”
She dropped her panties and walked out them, then removed her skirt all while heading to the bathroom. Her skirt she waited to remove until she was at the door. She pissed for over a minute. Joe wasn’t timing, but did see the clock change from 12:15 to 12:16 seconds after she started pissing and it turned to 12:17 before the ‘rainstorm’ let up. They had one bed with all their stuff they placed on it (except for his pillow), but as she pissed he got completely naked and into bed.
She exited the bathroom and washed with some hand sanitizing liquid she pulled out of her skirt pocket. Freya held her arms high displayed her hairy bush for his inspection. Joe gave a wolf-whistle and licked his lips. She giggled like a schoolgirl, and climbed into bed wearing only a shirt and bra. Joe asked eagerly, “May I undress you?”
“Just my shirt, leave my bra on… the reason should be obvious.”
Freya’s legs trembled as Joe pulled off the covers and began gently stroking her legs and kissing her pubic mons and the areas near her bellybutton. Joe spent more than 6 minutes just teasing her like this. He then went down on her (a few shy licks at first — he’d never given a muff dive before.
Freya moaned quietly as she had her ass dragged to the edge of the bed so her pussy was over the edge and he knelt on two pillows from the other bed with one of her legs on each of his shoulders. Freya forced herself not to crush his head between her thighs. She couldn’t resist running her fingers through the curly hairs coming out of Joe’s scalp and occasionally pulling on the back of his head. Joe couldn’t breath through his nose — it was being pressed near, but not directly on, her clitoris, but he didn’t know where precisely his nose was being pressed against. Joe panted though his mouth — the hot breath got Freya even randier. Joe pried himself free and panted… Freya was just moments away from orgasm and so desperate to get off by something other than masturbation.
“What!” Freya used a sharp shrill voice.
Joe was catching his breath and didn’t speak.
“I’ll do anything… well anything sexual that doesn’t involve multiple lovers or an audience.”
Joe didn’t try to think of something, he was too focused on just one thing, “No bra.”
“What?”
“You want me to finish what I started, then no bra.”
She was too horny to be bashful, so she pulled off her titsling and he saw her one tit and the lack of breast, the lack of break or scar in the skin itself all but belied the ‘unnaturalness’ of the amputation. Joe had come across 16 pics of post op pictures when reading up on breast cancer, “The best I’ve seen so far.”
“Shut up and finish…” she said in a sultry voice.
Joe obeyed and started licking her public mons with slow strokes. He slipped his left finger (the one he gave the finger with) and gently hunted for her g-spot. Freya screamed in pleasure and barely got a pillow over her mouth in time to muffle the screams. Her upper body bounced up and down almost like a seizure when the pleasure hit her. Joe put his torso against her crotch to prevent her sliding off the bed. They worked together to reorient her body back to about the direction most people normally stretched out to sleep in. He went around the foot of the bed and crawled in next to her. She laid on her side and he did a reach around to cop his first feel on her naked tit, “Did I do good?”
“Fuck yes!” she spun around to face him, “I suppose you want me to go down immediately.”
“No, I want to let you enjoy the buzz of the orgasm for a while.”
“Orgasms, plural.”
“I gave you multiple?”
“Not exactly multiple, you gave me several small orgasms, then the huge one at the end… why’d you eat me through the orgasms?”
“I talked to several people on chat sites for sex advise, to a woman they advised me to not stop eating until after you stop moving… uh… I forgot what they used, but suffusive to say, they advised me to wait until you go still to stop eating.”
“Really? Who in your family had breast cancer?”
“No one.”
“Why read hundreds of pages on the subject?”
“I wanted to help you.”
“Do you love me?”
“Yes, but in what way I don’t know. How real the emotion? I lack the experience needed to make such an assessment.”
“You know I still feel humiliated being topless. I could walk with just a bra and nothing else and not feet overly exposed, but exposing even just the void where my right tit was… I feel so humiliated.”
“I’m sorry, I was…. nevermind, I’ve hurt you.” He pulled the sheets up to cover both of them, her to the neck, him to the armpit. Then he slipped his arm under the covers. “What do you feel for me?” He kissed her gently on the forehead. “Forget the socially correct thing to say, the truth would be better here.”
“I don’t know what I feel for you… beyond gratitude for getting me through Math 99 and Math 100. I wouldn’t have passed them without your patience. Also, I’m extremely gratitude about… you going down on me, I want to return the favor and I’ll try tonight, but I’m scared I might not finish what I start.” She didn’t realize her grammatical errors.
“I’m not going to be mad if you can’t… disappointed definitely, but not mad. Let’s cuddle and when get the nerve to start, just slip under the covers and start sucking.”
“We’re both sweaty.”
“We could shower.”
“Yes…”
“You could wear my t-shirt.”
“In the shower? Why?”
“I’d like to shower with you.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll go naked, get out and get the water started before I change my mind.” He got out and got the shower started and put all the ‘supplies’ (washcloths, towels, etc.) within easy reach. All she did was put on a shower cap, using the mirror to check herself and see if she had any stray hairs. She caught a sight of herself naked and questioned whether he was just horny, loved her for her mind or he really could love that (referring to her reflection).
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