Chapter 3

1985

The knock on the door came promptly at 10 pm. I was curious to see how this would play out. I wasn’t sure what Lisa’s game was, but I was sure that she had an agenda. Every student did. Typically it had to do with getting a better grade, but if she wanted that, she should have made goo-goo eyes at the student teacher, not me.

“Come in.”

Lisa entered, and the first thing I noticed was the dress. Short, above her knee, not too slutty, but certainly not studying attire. The heels weren’t the classic “fuck me” pumps, but again, right on the edge.

“Not exactly studying attire.” I didn’t want to make this easy for her, whatever ‘it’ was.

“I know,” she said, her eyes slightly down, her manner demure.

“So what can I do for you, Lisa?”

“Well, Professor, oh gosh, I’m so nervous. You see, I know about your upcoming trip this summer, where you will be going to Russia and Eastern Europe to lecture, and I’d like to be considered as part of your group.”

I was momentarily stunned. The trip wasn’t that well-publicized, so for her to know it meant that she had done some research. This wasn’t at all what I was anticipating.

“Lisa, that trip has been scheduled for a while, and the only people going are a few graduate students. You simply aren’t, well, qualified.”

“I know, Professor, but this is something that I really want, and there’s always grunt work on trips and I’m a hard worker and I’ll do anything you need, no questions asked. I’m good with organization...” My ears stopped listening at ‘do anything you need,’ and my brain started engaging.

“Lisa,” I interrupted, “Lisa ... why did you wear that dress tonight?”

I could see that I just knocked her off her game. She began to blush.

“Um, well, um, I just, um, wanted to look nice. For you.”

The stirring began—the monster awakening.

“Why?”

She was now blushing profusely.

“Tell me. Now.”

“I ... I wanted to look nice for you. Because I like you.” She was looking at the floor again.

I thought about this for a moment.

“And if you were to travel with me, to Russia, to Europe...?”

She looked up once again and met my eyes, just for a moment, just enough time for her to say quietly, “I’ll do anything you say.”

The monster was wide awake now.

“Come here. Stand in front of me.”

She slowly moved toward me and stopped about two feet away. I was sitting, and she was standing.

“Raise your dress.”

She hesitated, then took hold of her dress and slowly raised it. Not enough.

“Higher.”

She swallowed and then raised it higher. Finally ... bush.

I reached forward and touched her, finding wetness and eliciting an intake of breath from her. She was turned on!

I removed my fingers from her body and brought them to my nose, inhaling her scent—musky yet fresh, clean, and intoxicating.

“Get on your knees.”

She did so carefully and stared at the floor.

Finally, after no sound from me, she slowly looked up. Our eyes met, and I nodded slightly at her.

Slowly, she brought her hands up and carefully, cautiously, began unbuckling my belt and then unzipping me, calling forth the monster.

Reaching her fingers inside, she found my cock and brought it out into the open. Then she let go and leaned back just a bit.

“Oh ... Oh!” she breathed and just stared at the monster.