The Confessor Ch. 03: Professor XXX

Chapter 3: Professor XXXI got up late the next morning. I texted Julie and we met up. First, we got breakfast together and then decided to spend the morning seeing the city.

Harper texted us with the address and said to meet at 3PM. Julie and I made our way over.

Harper greeted us at the door and led us up to the apartment. She opened the door and led us inside.

Her professor was named Gina, which was an appropriate name, because she bore a resemblance to Janeane Garofalo. There are a few women of that generation who have that same look and similar name: Dark haired, often with black-rimmed glasses, the kind you imagined hanging out in cafe in college during the 90s.

“Hello, Harper has told me about meeting up with you,” Gina said.

“Hopefully not too much,” Julie said.

“I hope a lot, given her field of expertise,” I said.

Julie shot me a look, but I gave her a wink. Gina didn’t seem bothered or surprised by what I said. She looked at me analytically.

“Have a seat, please,” Gina said.

We moved to the living room. Gina took a seat in an arm chair. Julie and I sat on the couch, while Harper sat on the love seat.

“Harper apparently lucked into meeting you at the hotel talking about your experience appearing in Girls Gone Wild,” Gina said.

“Yes, it was a bit unexpected. I guess I didn’t notice her listening in. Not that it’s an elitist thing, it’s just Edward and I were so into the moment…”

“I already got a sense of his charisma. I suppose that is what made you comfortable enough to talk about it?”

“I guess. I mean, this isn’t a normal thing for me. Neither is flirting with someone so much, uh, younger than I am,” Julie said.

“This isn’t met to be a judgmental space about that,” Gina said,

“Though I do have some concerns.”

“About Harper hooking up with a potential research subject,” I said.

“Yes, there are some ethical considerations going into this, not to mention how this could affect how you and her interact,” Gina said.

“We already talked about the Girls Gone Wild thing before we did anything,” Julie said.

“Did you go into the meeting with her at the bar thinking something would happen?” Gina asked.

“Yes,” Julie said, “Hoping for it, to be honest. It was a chance to relive the moment that didn’t happen.”

“Have you seen the video I shot?” I asked Gina.

“Not yet,” Gina said, “I did see the Girls Gone Wild video.”

I handed her my phone with the video cued up.

Gina started watching it. Not the whole thing, but she watched the intro and jump around.

“Well, I have to say it’s better than that anime-girl male gaze lesbian stuff you do on your OnlyFans,” Gina told Harper.

“Ironic, since the fantasy was about the male gaze,” I quipped.

“It’s about the excuse to act out forbidden fantasies by putting the responsibility on the male viewer,” Gina said.

“Too bad you and Julie never met in college, then it could be authentic,” I said.

Gina knew the idea I was seeding. Even then, the idea found fertile ground.

“She could have used someone to guide her, yes,” Gina said.

“How was it the first time you initiated a new lesbian?” I asked.

“I never did. I wanted to, but I always fell straight into a relationship with established lesbians and never was single at the right time,” Gina said.

“So, that was something you missed out on in your own experience,” I mused, “You both have something in common.”

“Again, ethics.”

“Is your student’s subject strictly off limits? Wasn’t it following the rules of a monogamous relationship that caused you to miss opportunities?” I asked.

“Yes. But there are also the considerations of jealousy between Harper and I,” Gina said.

We looked over to Harper.

“I wouldn’t be jealous,” Harper claimed.

“What about jealous of Julie?” Gina asked.

“I…” Harper said, unable to really lie.

“Your crush and infatuation have always been a strain for us,” Gina said.

“Is it mutual?” I asked.

“Irrelevant. I did the whole professor hookup thing, and it brought its own issues,” Gina said.

“What was her name?”

“He was Professor Bartman, though he insisted I call him Dan,” Gina said.

Harper leaned in.

“You never told me that,” Harper said.

“He was a young professor. Married too,” Gina said.

“Did the wife know?” Julie asked.

“Yes. In fact, they had an arrangement. Kind of an open marriage, though not something where they shared partners,” Gina said.

“That’s disappointing,” I said.

“Yes. I thought she was attractive enough, but mostly I think I wanted to do something with both of them to feel like what I was doing wasn’t wrong,” Gina said.

“Do you think it was wrong?” I asked.

“I’ve thought about it. Not really. Admittedly, Dan did sleep with students before and after me. But a few of us met up at his funeral and well… no one felt it was a real lecherous professor situation. Most weren’t even his own students, just ones that were friends of his students. I was a rare case,” Gina said.

“So, this is institutional ethics, not personal ones that stop you,” I said.

“Yes,” Gina said.

I nodded.

“Look, you and Julie should do it,” Harper said, “I gave her a chance to redo her lost opportunity, you should let her relive the first experience she should have had.”

Gina and Julie locked eyes. Gina reached forward and touched Julie’s hand.

“Okay,” she said, “But a few rules. Harper, you have to watch.”

Harper nearly jumped out of her seat in surprise and excitement.

“This is the end of a series of choices, and I need you to see it through. But only as an observer. Second rule, no recording this. I don’t need a record of this gray-area activity,” she said.

“But I could still watch?” I asked.

“Yes, you’ve earned that much,” Gina said.

I walked over to a shelf where some records were. I looked over Gina’s selection.

“Mind if I play some records while you too do your thing?” I asked.

“Is this a new kink of yours?” Julie asked.

“I just want to feel involved in some way, even if this is a no-bro zone,” I said.

“Fine,” Gina said.

I started playing some songs while they began. I

First I started with the romantic classic Fade Into You by Mazzy Star. This played as they started their flirting. Gina took the lead in touching, flirting and finally the first kiss. Like with the Girls Gone Wild scenario we played out, Julie was right back to being the version of herself in college, hungry, eager and scared. Gina I assumed was back in her early 20s, finally able to take the experiences form her lesbians lovers and turn it toward a woman on the cusp of her first lesbian love. I threw in an Indigo Girls track after that, since this was no time to be subtle.

As Gina started to get more aggressive, I threw on Fiona Apple’s Criminal It jacked up the naughtiness of the act, but also Gina’s more dominate side. Julie fell under her spell, and followed Gina’s every direction. It wasn’t that rough or BDSM like, but it was sexy in the way it was like a while new experience for both.

They found themselves building up into a sexual ecstasy. Julie was no longer the follower; they were synced in a continuous motion of following their mutual pleasures. Their hands, mouths, and hips moved together. I helped ramp it up by playing Little Red Corvette by Prince. On the high of his highness sexual guitar riffs they both found their orgasm in their giving and receiving.

As they came down I helped by playing One Kind of Lullaby by Space Needle. Gina and Julie lay together in the afterglow.

Meanwhile I was still at the record player with Harper next to me. I could see the love and FOMO in her eyes as she saw her professor and lover in an embrace.

“How you doing?” I asked.

“I’m okay,” Harper said, “I might not get the chance to be with Gina but at least I helped these two make up for lost opportunities. I can be satisfied with that.

I appreciated Harper’s maturity, and not being consumed by jealousy or despair. She could find happiness amid the disappointment, even if she would never be able to make the hookup with her professor happen. She could truly find satisfaction.

But I couldn’t.

As I said before, most of being a confessor is letting the other person tell their desires and simply letting them find their way to what it is they want. But sometimes they hit a wall, whether based on religious hangovers, past shames and setbacks, or with Gina the pesky ethics written for good reason, but not for her situation. Harper couldn’t reach that level to break Gina from those confinement of professional ethics. But I thought I could, and I certainly wouldn’t settle.

“Follow my lead,” I whispered to Harper.

“Huh?”

“Just do it,” I said.

Harper looked at me hopefully. I felt a twinge in my heart. She truly believed in me, and I didn’t want to let her down.

#Gina and Julie got up and got redressed. Julie went to the bathroom to freshen up. Gina came over to me.

“Good DJ work. Is there anything you can’t do?” she asked.

“It helped me get laid and paid as side hustle in college,” I said, “You ever date a DJ?”

“My types were guys in bands,” Gina said.

“When’s the last time you were a muse?” I asked.

“Too long,” Gina said, “It’s been a few years since I’ve been with a man.”

“Loss of interest?” I asked.

“Well, in me. The good men my age are married or taken, and too many want a younger woman,” Gina said.

“What about the younger men?” I asked.

“You mean boys? Because porn has ruined them. Step-parent porn turns them into either wanting me to do everything, or else they can’t get hard unless I pretend to be stuck under the bed,” Gina said.

“Sorry for my generation. Let me make it up to you,” I said.

“You’re shameless, aren’t you?” Gina said.

“What do I have to be ashamed of?” I asked.

I put a hand on her waist. Just then Julie returned.

“You couldn’t even wait until I got back to make a move?” Julie playfully chided me.

“We’re only in town so long,” I said, “I have to make the most of it.”

“Maybe I should as well, in case this comes back to haunt me,” Gina said.

“It hasn’t been an issue for my lovers before,” I told her, “You’re special, but not in that way.”

I kissed her. Even with her recent orgasm from sex with Julie, she was ready again. There was definitely a hunger for a man’s touch.