Someone opens the door before you get the chance too

You’re still busy trying control the emotions running through you (anger, confusion, fear, arousal…?) when there’s a click from inside the room and the door before you opens.

Emerging from your girlfriend’s dorm is a middle aged man wearing a fine tailored suit. A man matching your height, from behind him you can tell that he’s got crooked glasses hanging off his nose and a balding, receding hairline. He obviously let himself go, for his suit was barely containing his gut. In fact, it looked like he was a rush when he buttoned his outfit; his undershirt wasn’t properly tucked into his pants.

Without a word, he shuffles through the threshold, closing the door after his passage, before turning around and running into both you and Charlotte. Quickly regaining his composure, he smiles and addresses you first.

“Good afternoon John! I hope you’ve been well.”

Still shocked from this situation, you do nothing but nod. While you’ve only ever heard Alice talk about this prof, you’ve never actually met him before now. Apparently though, he’s met you. What’s going on?

He then turns to Charlotte, almost as though he finally just noticed the girl a full head and a half taller than both of you. “Ahh, Charlotte. I was wondering why you didn’t join our study session today.”

Now that you were looking for it, you wondered how you’d barely missed it before. The moment the professor acknowledged Charlotte’s presence, the girl lifted her skirt and curtsied, her eyes avoiding his. There was no hesitation in her actions, her body moving with the familiarity of executing a move she’d done countless times in the past.

“I’m sorry sir,” she replied, speaking very quickly, “but my class finished a lot later than it normally does. You know I very much enjoy sitting in with the two of you, but this time I-“

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. It happens” He cut her off, putting up a hand to silence her. He smiled at the clearly flustered girl before continuing. “I did miss having you around though. Do you mind if I take a quick squeeze before I go.”

“Oh no sir. Please, go right ahead!”

And you watch as this professor, easily thirty years older than the young undergrad, puts his hand underneath the girl’s blouse and gives her tit an ample squeeze. In response, she does nothing but let out a small sigh of pleasure.

A few seconds pass before his hand transfers from one breast to the other. As he squeezes the second one, he mumbles happily to the young girl. “You know Charlotte, I’ve gotten close with many girls your age over the years, and I must say: your tits are some of the finest I’ve played with.”

At his words, she blushed. “Thank you sir. I- I’m glad you enjoy them”

He laughed at her words. “That’s not the only thing I hope to one day enjoy.” He says grinning as he withdraws his hand. At that, her blush turned crimson, hiding the freckles on her face. Saying nothing more to the flustered girl, he turns to you and nods.

“John.”

And before you nod back, he starts making his way down the hallway you came, leaving you and Charlotte behind.

“Oh my god!” she mumbles, turning away in embarrassment once the professor has disappeared around the corner, “I can’t believe he did that in public!”

You simply stand there, amazed that Charlotte seems more flustered than insulted. What happened to the normally proud, ‘I take no shit from any man’ amazon girl you knew?

“Why didn’t you stop him?” you inquire, curious.

At your words, she blushes even more. “Oh John, you know it’s not my place to do that. I mean, he fondles me enough if I’m around when he’s helping Alice with her school work so it’s nothing really new.” She paused, thinking more on it. “Well, maybe had there been someone with whom I’m less comfortable around, I would have said something. But, you and I have done much more than just some light fondling so…” she finished with an embarrassed shrug.

Her words trail off as you ponder the implications behind what she just said. Her eyes, still avoiding yours, glances from you towards the now closed door. “Oh god! I’m sorry, where are my manners. Here, let me get the door for you!”

As if her previous behavior wasn’t odd enough before, you watch as she rushes in front of you, head hanging low, and fumbles through her purse looking for the keys to her dorm. Despite you already holding a set of your own, you get the sense that it wouldn’t be proper for you to do it yourself.

Just what the hell is going on? Could the dream you had with Charles have actually been real?