Anticipation

I looked around my dorm room. Mike was still asleep. His chest rose and sank as he breathed. I looked at the ring and ran my finger over it. "At least I know this isn't a dream," I whispered to myself. I also know it could not be some elaborate prank. Even if someone could project a hologram into my room, how would they get the hologram to put a ring on my finger?

I got dressed, grabbed my backpack and left the dorm. I walked to the campus cafe. It was early, and only a few students were up and around. Being a naive freshman, I did not realize how stupid it was to schedule an 8:00 am class. I went to the cafe and got a large black coffee. The only older women in the cafe were the workers who were not exactly MILFS. They were either over 50 or over 150 lbs, no one I wanted to try the ring on.

I took my coffee and headed to class. My college calculus class was taught by a teaching assistant only five years my senior, and all of the students were my age or a year or two older. I could not pay attention as I kept thinking about the ring. I had thoughts about Professor Van Horne, the hot Dean of the math department and a few women who were regulars in the cafe where I worked nights.

Since math came easy to me, I did not really have to pay attention that much in every class period, so I thought about what I should and should not do with the ring. I set some ground rules: 1) No making a married or engaged woman cheat on her husband or fiance. 2) No public humiliation of anyone unless she was a complete bitch. 3) no ****, that just really creeped me out.

After class, I had an hour to kill before my next class, Intro to European History. I caught up with Ted, the TA who taught the calculus class to see if I could get some info on Professor Van Horne. "Hey Ted," I called from behind him as he walked down the hall.

He turned around. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Do you know if Professor Van Horne is married. I saw an article from another Professor Edward Van Horne, and was wondering if it was her husband." I said this lie really well if I do say so myself.

"No, I think she's divorced," said Ted, "so maybe it's her ex-husband."

"I was going to ask her about it to see if I could get some more info, but I rarely see her and see you three times a week. If it's her ex, maybe I should tread lightly."

Ted shrugged. "Can't help you there, but I am pretty sure she is divorced. I think I overheard Dr. Morris talking about going on ladies only trip her to Cancun, but again, I'm not sure."

"OK, thanks," I said.

"No problem," said Ted as he turned and walked off.

I waited a few moments then followed along to where the offices of the math professors were. As luck would have it, Dr. Van Horne was in the hall talking to someone. I scanned her left hand and did not see a ring. I gave a mental fist pump. Dr. Tricia Van Horne had thick blonde hair with fluffy bangs. She had hazel/light brown doe eyes, and wore rectangular glasses. She wore a hint of makeup, nothing outlandish, but not too prudish either She always dressed conservatively in skirts that came to her knee or slacks and plain blouses and blazers, but I guessed she had a 34-30-36 body under it all. Any time I saw her, I found myself mentally undressing her. I realized I was staring and hurried off. There was no time or proper place to use the ring right here in the hall.

I ended up going to my next class. I was my only other class that day, and afterwards I retreated to my dorm room. Mike was gone. I got on my laptop and looked up photos of "MILFS in bondage," "Hot MILF neighbor," "Kneeling MILF," and "crawling MILF." I got rather aroused, but kept it in my pants.

I cooled down with a cold shower then went back to my room to take a nap.

I woke up with an hour before I had to go to work, so I did some homework.

The Lemon Tree Cafe was a nice place that served a middle to upper-middle class clientele. The owner/head chef was Barry Wells, a nice guy, but a workaholic and a task master in the kitchen. He was in his upper thirties. He had a hot wife a few years younger than him who would visit the cafe some times to help out with the books. She was prim and proper and always had her hair and makeup perfect. I don't think I ever saw her in any article of clothing that cost less than $50. The staff joked behind her back that if her house caught on fire during the night, she would have to do her hair and makeup and pick out the perfect outfit before fleeing the house. I thought about using the ring on her to maybe make her act like a total nympho sex fiend when she was alone at home with Barry.

I arrived at work and put on my apron and started busing tables, wondering if a chance to try out the ring would present itself tonight.