Chapter 3: Game Theory and Ethics

Arthur always found his Social Ethics class difficult. It wasn’t the subject matter. Far from it. He had always found the classwork childishly simple. No. Arthur’s problem was with Professor O’Brien. She was just too damn fucking hot.

At 41, Lindsey O’Brien was young for a college professor. Her hair a flat auburn. Her eyes a soft hazel green. Her figure...

Arthur looked away from his college professor trying hard to distract himself from the temptation of her feminine curves. Of course the only distraction he found was that of his classmate Diana Kennett, whose well defined curves were every bit as tempting.

Catching Arthur’s lustful stare, Diana rolled her eyes in a mocking gesture. She then yawned intensely as she leaned back in her chair playfully arching her back in a long stretch that only served to more clearly illistrate her breasts through the sweat shirt she wore.

Arthur was reminded that it had been two weeks since the last time he’d gottn layed. Two weeks of fighting the urge to write in the notebook. He had his left hand of course, but it was a poor subitute for the real thing.

Arthur tried desperately to distract himself. Idly Writing in the names of all the women he wanted to fuck into a non magical notebook. Lindsey O’Brien, Diana Kennett, Tetha Holland...

He was so enthralled in his growing list, Arthur failed to take note that Professor O’Brien had stopped her lecture and was now hovering over him. “Am I boring you Mr. Pen?”

Arthur looked up into the most gorgeous of faces. Soft hazel eyes locked with his. A delicate hand moved back to brush aside strands of lush auburn hair. And his Arthur’s eyes fell lower he found his professor had undone the top two buttons of her blouse giving him a teasing view of tighly packed cleavage. Arthur felt his pants tighten slightly. There was a reason his ethics professor’s name had found its way onto the top of Arthur’s fucklist.

Arthur hastily closed the incriminating notebook. “Not at all Professor O’Brien. You have my full attention.”

“Good. I think I’m going to dismiss class early today. You all look a bit glassy eyed.” There was a great shuffling of papers and screeching of chairs on tile as Arthur’s classmates prepared to leave.

Closing his textbook, Arthur reached down to retrieve his bookbag from the floor. As he did so Professor O’Brien placed a hand on Arthur’s leg dangerously close to his crotch. “Not you Arthur. We’re past time for a talk.”

Arthur waited for the last of his fellow students to leave the classroom before he spoke up. “You’re not Professor O’Brien are you?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Hmm. Let’s reason that out, shall we? Do I look like Professor O’Brien?”

“Yes.”

“Do I sound like Professor O’Brien?”

“Well, yes.”

“Do I feel like Professor O’Brien?” Taking Arthur’s hand the Professor pressed it agaist her chest. Letting him feel the soft give of her breast.

“...”

“Oh that’s right! You can’t fucking answer that one can you! Because you’ve never fucking touched her before! And do you know why that is?”

“Because she’s my professor.”

“Wrong! It’s because you’re writing names down in the wrong fucking notebook! Now why is that?”

“Well, um ... I... , “ Arthur mumbled.

“Oh let me guess,” Professor O’Brien continued. “You’re having an ethical dilemma, aren’t you. Well then it’s a good thing your ethics professor is here to help you sort things out.”

The professor walked over to her desk and pushed everything on it off onto the floor to make room for her butt.

“Now let me think. I’ve always found the best way to work your way through an ethical dilemma is to break it down into simple yes or no questions. Question one. Is it wrong to use magic?”

Arthur didn’t really know the answer to that one. “It could be,” he ventured.

“Okay then how about this one? Is it illegal to use magic?”

“No,” Arthur answered. Professor O’Brien kicked off her shoes. Letting them fall where they may.

“Do you have an issue with using magic?”

“Uh ... Not really. It seems kind of cool actually.” Removing her business jacket, the professor neatly folded it, before laying it onto the desk beside her.

“So if its not the magic aspect of the game then it must be the sex. Is casual sex wrong?”

“Well, no.”

“Well then I just don’t see your problem, Arthur.” As she spoke nimble fingers unclasped the buttons of her blouse. Professor O’Brien didn’t remove the blouse completly, but elected to leave it hanging open offering a tandizlising glimpse of the bra beneath.

“There’s a consent issue,” Arthur meekly protested.

“Is that all? Well then I consent.” Professor O’Brien hopped off the table, stripping off her slacks to reveal a pair of well toned legs.

“But it’s not you!” he protested.

“Of course its me. We already settled that. Who else could I be?”