A little of both, maybe?

“You don’t have to, its really not that far of a drive back to the U,” you say without much conviction in your voice. Standing by your car, you slip your key in the lock and open the door. Considering the recent turn of events, you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to patch things up with Ellen. What you did was pretty stupid, and given how she reacted, you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to patch things up with her. The whole thing is pretty depressing, and you had such high hopes for the weekend. Now you’ve got a two hour trip ahead of you, with a throbbing, and nearly broken nose.

Sighing heavily, you look over to the attractive older woman standing beside you. There’s no ring on her finger, so she must be single. As she rummages in her large, black leather purse, you run you eyes rapidly over her body once more. She is built, and in very nice shape. And hell, how often do you have an opportunity to have a one night stand with a sexy older woman? So, quashing whatever hesitation you might have had you clear your throat, and confess that on second thought, you be very obliged to the professor if she’d put you up for the night.

Hearting your change of heart her face breaks into a wide smile, and she suggests that you ride in her car, and in the morning she’ll take you back to the lot, so you can drive back to the university. Pointing across the parking lot, she tells you she’s driving the red Cooper. When the two of you reach the small vehicle she unlocks the car, and the two of you climb in. In minutes you’ve pulled out of the lot, and are speeding through the winding streets to her apartment.

“I’m so glad you changed your mind,” she says as she reaches across the seat, and pats you on the knee. “I was planning on soup and a sandwich for dinner, I hope that’s alright.”

“That’s fine with me, “ you answer, and watch her hips sway back and forth provocatively. Her apartment building is new, and modern, with sleek chrome and metallic exteriors. It looks expensive. Leading you down the hallway, and past her mailbox, she unlock the door, pushes it open, and flips on the lights. Its an open, studio type apartment, but she tells you with a separate master bedroom and bath. New furniture and artwork line the walls, and the kitchen is filled with the latest appliances. The place looks light something out of the pages of an interior design magazine.

You sit down in a plush, black leather couch, and look over at the large bookshelves lining one wall. Books of every size and descriptions fill the shelves, and many of them look quite old. Next to the bookcase is a large desk with a computer, modem and printer. You take special notice of the camera that sits atop the terminal.

“Would you like a glass of wine, and maybe some ice for that nose?” she asks as she pull open the door of the refrigerator, and pulls of a green glass bottle of wine.

You bring your hand up to your nose, and touch it gingerly. Happily you find that it feels a bit better, but still sore. “I take the wine, but I think my nose isn’t as bad as I thought it was.”

Filling two long stemmed wine glass, Professor Schuler walks around the couch, and hands one of the glasses to you before sitting close beside you on the couch. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, who hit you?”

“Ellen Clarke. We went to high school together. We’d been planning to get together for a long time since with went to college, and now I think I’ve lost a friend.” Looking in to the red liquid, you think of what might have been with the blonde beauty if you had been a bit less obnoxious.

Setting her glass down on the table in front of the couch, the redheaded milf pulls off first one, and then the other of her boots and then shoves them under the table with her stockinged foot. “I know the name, but I cant place the face. Anyway, let‘s discuss something more interesting, at least more interesting to me,” Leaning back against the couch and pressing her warm body next to yours, the sexy forty something drapes her arm over your shoulders.

“So honey, what would you think if I was to ask you…..” .