Another lesson

You blinked at Sophie. You knew there was something between you, even though you were 20 years apart and she was about as old as your mother, but to hear her admit it point blank? It made your heart do backflips. You had it bad for her. But then there was the little fact of her being married. You wanted to be with her so bad. And it wasn't even just sexual attraction, even though there was plenty of that. You were attracted to this older woman beyond wanting to sleep with her.

"So I should get going" Sophie said. "I have another class. I'll see you on Thursday."

"Alright. See you then" you said. As you watched her go, you watched her tight bum sway from side to side. Fuck..

You had started to appreciate the classes Sophie taught early on, but after your conversation you felt even better about them. You now looked forward to them, in fact. About halfway into the semester, though, one day Sophie looked terrible. She managed to get through the lecture pretty fine, but at the end of it, you went up to her.

"Hey. Are you okay?" you asked.

"Not really" she said. Then her eyes fell on you, as if seeing you for the first time.

"Oh, John, it's you" she said. There was something in her eyes you didn't recognise.

"Yeah, it's me. You okay?" you repeated, genuinely concerned.

"I don't think I should talk to you about this" she said.

"What, why?" you asked as you watched the last of your fellow students file out of the room.

"Because I don't want you getting any ideas" she said.

"Well, I care, okay? So you might as well just spill the beans" you told her. For a few long moments she just looked at you then shrugged.

"Fine" she said, sitting down at her desk again. You sat down at the nearest other desk and looked at her. "I caught William in bed with one of his students" Sophie explained. You blinked at her. That meant...

"She is young and pretty and apparently able to give him what I can't" Sophie said. A thousand replies ran through your mind at the speed of light. That she was pretty. That you were sure she was good in bed. That he didn't deserve her. That you knew she was better than that student. That the student just wanted better grades. Then you realised what you should say.

"I am sure that it's not you, Sophie" you told her.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's not your fault" you insisted.

"Why not? Obviously she has something I do not. Young, pretty, horny, hot for teacher" Sophie said as she looked away.

"She might just have been hoping to get a better grade" you suggested.

"Maybe" Sophie replied, but she didn't sound convinced.

"And so what? You said yourself you haven't felt anything for him in years" you said.

"Yes, but...He's my best friend" Sophie said weakly.

"Obviously not" you said. Were you really going to home in on her in this moment of weakness? No, you decided. You weren't going to take advantage of her. Then your professor looked up at you.

"What would you do?" she asked. "You find your wife in bed with another man?"

You thought about that for a second. Suppose you had asked Alison to marry you and you'd caught her in bed with another man.

"I'd have kicked her out" you said. "And kicked the guy's ass."

"So ****?" Sophie said.

"I think of it more as getting my own" you told her. She considered this for a moment then, suddenly, smiled. Standing up, Sophie walked around the desk and leaned against it.

"That is a good point, John" she said. You couldn't help but stare at her as she held out her hand. You took it after a few seconds and stood up, feeling as if everything went in slow motion. Sophie pulled you towards her then kissed you hard, hungrily. Her arms closed around you and you took her in yours, pushing up against her. When you broke the kiss the both of you were gasping for breath. Sophie grinned.

"I want to get my own now" she said. It was then that she seemed to get an idea.

"Listen" she said. "We need to keep this a secret, obviously, but if this...whatever this is...continues feeling this good, I have a way we can be together and alone for a few months."

Now throbbing in your pants, awfully aware of the effect your professor had on you, you needed a moment longer than usual to process her words. "What do you mean?" you asked. Sophie's grin got bigger.

"If you and I are going to go places, you could become my assistant at my next dig in Greece" she told you. "That is, assuming you are going to specialise in archaeology."

"Well, you just gave me one hell of a reason to choose archaeology" you said with a grin of your own. Sophie laughed, gave you a final, lingering kiss then pushed you away.

"I bet. We need to lay down some ground rules, though. We were lucky nobody saw us just now, but that won't last. So no PDA during lectures, lunches, or anywhere else people could see, alright?" she said, to which you nodded in agreement.

"Alright" you said.

"Next, no visits to my house, no love letters, no poems, no nothing" she said. "Even though he started it, we are still married so William can't know a thing."

"That's fair" you told her.

"Lastly, if this is to last, I need to know that you can keep your mouth shut" Sophie told you.

"I am going to have to if I want more of you, so, yes, I can do that" you replied.

"Excellent. If you can abide by those rules, I'm sure you and I can get up to a lot of fun together. Speaking of.." she said.

"Hm?" you asked.

Leaning in, Sophie put her lips next to your ear: "I felt what you're packing and I must say, that's probably A+ material." You shivered then grinned.

"I am more than happy to earn it" you told her.

"Good. Now get out of here. Don't you have other lectures to attend?" Sophie said. You laughed and nodded, grabbing your bag then walking out. Her husband cheating would prove to be one of the best things to ever happen to you.