Talking on the way to the car

You wait outside the door to the professor's office for a few minutes, checking your watch. You quietly open the door and look inside. Gillian is sitting at her desk, grading papers. You slowly close the door, satisfied that your commands are being followed.

"Do you have a car, Ling?"

"Yes, it's parked four blocks away, Master."

That 'Master' is a little worrisome. "Ling, when we are in public, you will act like my girlfriend, not my ****. You will still gladly do whatever I ask, but you will not call me 'Master', nor fawn on me like a ****. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Simon."

"Excellent! Let's go to your car."

Ling takes your arm in hers and leads you out of the building toward her car.

"Ling, I will ask you some questions, and you will answer completely truthfully. Do you have a boyfriend or husband?"

"No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Are you a lesbian?"

"No, I like boys and girls. Especially you."

"When was the last time you had sex and what happened?"

"It was a month ago. I was in the T.A. office with Thomas Kensington. We were both there late grading lab assignments. He rubbed my shoulders. I kissed him. I gave him a blow job, and he ate me out. Then we fucked on his desk. Twice. Then I sucked him hard again. Then we fucked on my desk. Twice. We ended up grading papers and having sex all night. We had just enough time before anyone else came in, to clean up and go get coffee. No one suspected."

The two of you pass a school building and turn toward the parking ramp. "When was the last time you had sex with a woman and what happened?"

"In the same office, a week earlier, a similar situation happened with Cindy Reyers. We were grading papers late at night. Cindy went out to smoke a cigarette. I don't usually smoke, but I had a crush on her, so I bummed one from her. We stood outside and smoked, talking about school and friends and boys and girls and clothes and family and coffee. Cindy kissed me in the foyer until I couldn't breathe. We went back to the office and did sixty-nine for eighty-three minutes. I had seventeen orgasms."

"How many T.A.s are in that office? Have you fucked them all?"

"Four total. Me, Thomas, Cindy, and Karl. I've never had sex with Karl, but we've flirted and gone for coffee."

"The next time all four of you are in the office late at night, you will suggest that you all have a foursome together. Cindy's bi, right?"

"I will, Simon. Yes, Cindy's bi."

You are about a block away from the ramp. "What're your favorite sexual things to do?"

"I love sucking your cock, fucking your cock, taking your cock up my ass, ..."

"Wait. What were your favorite sexual things to do before you met me?"

"I loved being on top with my tits in my lover's mouth, either gender. I loved sixty-nine with a woman. I loved wearing a strap-on and pegging my boyfriend in the ass. I loved when I just came and came until I was exhausted, but satiated. I loved ..."

"Stop. You still love all of those things just as much as before."

"Yes, Simon. Can I ask you a question?" You walk up the parking ramp, nearly full of student and teacher cars.

"Yes."

"Why did you make me your, er, girlfriend? I love being your, um, girlfriend, but why me?"

"Because you are a beautiful girl, you have gorgeous breasts, and because you were convenient, since you were Professor Porter's T.A. If Cindy had been her T.A., I probably would have made her my ... girlfriend first, though I'm sure I would have found you sooner or later. Those tits of yours on that body are quite impressive."

"I am glad my body pleases you. Here's my car. May I give you a blow job or let you fuck me? What can I do to please you?" She pushes the button on her key fob, and the lights on a fairly new Grand Am light up twice.