Try some different scripts.

"Madison printed us out some sex scripts," Andrew said.

"Oh, fun!" Erica said. "I mean, not for me personally, but it sounds great for you. What did she get?"

Andrew was reading the hastily scribbled labels. "Let's see... dominatrix, no thanks. High-end escort? Maybe. We've got sexbot, bimbo, something called 'Phenomenological Anesthesia', hypnotized, and sexy coed. I like the sound of that - earlier you were prancing around with Madison's script."

Erica laughed. "I can't imagine. Can you get a video for me?"

"So you won't remember it at all?" Andrew asked.

"Well, just a little bit. Think of it like this - each script records memories in its own 'language'. Some languages are closer to mine, like another professor or someone with a similar personality; some are very different, like a bimbo. It's like an Italian speaker trying to understand Portuguese vs. a Mandarin speaker trying to understand German. The more similar the script, the more I'll remember."

"Weird," Andrew said as he put his fingers to her forehead. "I'll take a video. See you soon, Professor."

She grinned. "Call me Eri-"

The sentence died on her lips and Andrew quickly swapped the script. Suddenly she was standing again, looking around the office with a cheerful smile.

"Hi!" she said when she noticed him sitting there. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Erica! Just transferred in."

"Nice to meet you," Andrew replied, shaking her hand. She didn't seem to notice his bemused tone or his raging hardon.

"Are we in a professor's office?" she asked excitedly. She unbuttoned the top button on her blouse and gave him a sexy look that was alien on the face of his reserved, dignified professor. "I'll bet we can lock ourselves in here."

Andrew hadn't expected things to get sexual this fast. "Yeah, that sounds good!" he said nervously and locked the door behind him. "What do you wanna do now?"

He spun to see his professor discard her shirt and reach behind her. "I'm new here, so I was hoping you could show me the lay of the land." She dropped her bra beside her and covered her breasts with one hand. As she laid back on the couch, she giggled. "Why don't you give me a tour of some of the high points?"

Andrew's horniness vastly outweighed his irritation at her cheesy lines. He took off his shirt and approached her. "Well, the faculty here has been known to ride the students hard."

She giggled and leaned forward, unzipping his shorts and pulling them and his boxers to the ground. As she came face-to-face with his cock for the second time in twenty-four hours, she let out a gasp of surprise. "Oh, wow! I look forward to taking in everything this campus has to offer!"

She kicked off her skirt and Ross fell on top of her, mashing her against the cheap couch cushions. As she reached down to guide his cock into her eager pussy, Erica gave him a wink. Suddenly it was there and she was moaning, throwing her head back with wild abandon as he rammed his cock into her.

"Oh, fuck yes, put that massive thing in your dirty little whore," she moaned. "I'm just a silly sorority slut who'll give it to anybody, I love taking cocks up-"

"Shut the fuck up," he panted. Her inane dirty talk was distracting, especially coming the throat of his favorite professor. She bit her lip and fluttered her eyelids.

Dirty talk or not, Andrew was railing the hottest woman he'd ever met, and before long he felt the first twinges of an orgasm building. He grabbed the arm of the sofa and let out one final thrust, squeezing his eyes shut and grunting with effort. He emptied himself into her and she moaned theatrically as she came simultaneously. He collapsed sweatily onto her.

"Oh my God, Andrew," she said with an almost reverent tone. "That was the best sex I've ever had in my life."

"I thought you were a huge slut," he said.

"Oh, I am," she said and nodded. The professor's usually sharp and insightful eyes were filled with simple-minded earnestness. "I love sucking cocks and licking pussies too. I like to have sex with all of my sorority sisters-"

"This script sucks," Andrew said with a frown. "Why are you being all porn-y?"

She cocked her head to one side and gave him a childish smile that was jarring on her mature face. "Being all porn-y? What do you mean? I'm just a horny little college slut who loves to-"

"What are you studying?" Andrew asked.

"Human sexuality," she said as she traced circles on his chest. "Do you know any good tutors?"

He stood and put his shorts back on. Erica sat up and idly traced circles around her left nipple with a fingernail. She leaned forward and ran a hand along his thigh. "What dorm are you in? I hope it's coed," she purred.

Andrew sighed with exasperation. "Fuck, did Madison give me a bunch of porno scripts?"

Suddenly Erica had an epiphany and her eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute," she said. "Are you my stepbrother?"