The Idris Stone: Awakenings.

After dinner, I watched a little telly. Janela and Beatrice sat with me. Every time there was an ad break, Janny would extoll the virtues of an older man to her granddaughter. Finally, it got so embarrassing that I took up residence in my study. Beatrice excused herself to go to bed as I said where I was going, but not before she flashed me what I thought was a disappointed look. We left Janela to watch this week’s episode of Big Bang Theory alone.

My internet search was still fruitless.

I could find little reference to how far the American forces had spread across the island during the brief Spanish – American war. Nor was there any information about how many volunteers had crossed to the island to help in Cuba’s battle for independence from their Spanish occupiers.

I couldn’t even find many references to how far and wide the Spanish troops were to give me some clues about how the stone came to be in the water.

The assumption that a Spanish occupier had somehow lost the stone in the stream was probably false.

Friday is my busiest day at the University. I had two classes to teach and another lecture to give. Essays and assignments would also need to be read and marked.

I decided to drive to work. On my way to the college, I came across a young postgrad broken down in the middle of an intersection. I remembered Nicola from my class the previous year.

I’m no mechanic, but I can help push. So I parked my BMW in the middle of the intersection with the flashers on to protect us. But the car wasn’t moving as it was stuck in gear.

‘Some help.’ I requested the stone.

There was a graunch of gears, and the car jumped into neutral. I was able to help Nicola push the car around the corner into a side street where it could be left safely. I jumped back in my car and moved it behind hers.

Looking at my watch, I saw I still had plenty of time to make my first class.

“You right here, Nicola?” I asked. “Do you need a lift somewhere?”

“Professor Smithson?” Nicola asked, shocked. “Is that really you? You look ten years younger and 30 pounds lighter.”

“My housekeeper has me on a ketogenic diet,” I lied. “It seems to be working. I feel better than I have for years.”

“I might have to try it if it works that well,” Nicola told me.

I looked my former student over. She was medium height and a little tubby, just like I liked them. Fuck, did I? Or was that Nev? I didn’t know or care. Big puppies and plump thighs in a too-short skirt. ‘Nice,’ I thought.

“I think you should ride with me to the Varsity, Nicola. On the way, you should take your panties off and give them to me as a reward for helping you. Maybe you could even play with yourself on the way.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Nicola answered as the stone sang. “I was going in to do some work on my Master’s thesis. I’ll get the triple-A to tow my car to the garage.”

We got in my car. Nicola hoisted her skirt and shucked herself out of her tiny thong. She handed the sheer pink item to me before pulling her skirt back down.

“They should smell nice for you, Professor Smithson,” she informed me. “I woke up as horny as all hell this morning.”

I held her thong to my nose. It was damp and definitely smelt of pussy. My cock hardened at the smell.

Nicola put her feet on the dash and began playing with her bearded clam. Shaved pussy is very nice, but I do like a trimmed bush. There’s something more earthy about a well-manicured lawn.

“We can fuck, if you want, Professor?” Nicola offered.

“I don’t have time this morning, Nicola,” I told her regretfully. “But if you want to drop in on my Genetic Determinism class on Tuesday at 9.00 am, I have someone I think you might love to meet.”