“Tell me about it. I was chair for four years. They let me step down when Rosalind got sick.”
Heidi touched my hand, “That was such a touching funeral. Have you started dating yet?”
“No not really.”
“You know when you start dating again, I’d like to spend some time with you.”
“That would be nice.”
“Oh I would love that.”
The waitress returned with our drinks. “Cheers,” I said and we touched pints.
I took a sip and Heidi let some slop over onto her blouse right over her nipple. “Oh clumsy me.” She grabbed a napkin and somehow managed to spread the liquid across more of her blouse. Her wet nipple standing out clearly through the now translucent fabric. She looked up and smiled at me.
“Hey Mac!” Bob was the only one who called me ‘Mac.’ I stood up. He came up and slapped me on the back, shaking my hand. “Oooo, Heidi. Looking fine.” Bob was lewd and lascivious and as one of my female colleagues liked to say, ‘handsy.’ He was generally avoided by female students and faculty alike.
Heidi got up and turned to go into the pub, ignoring Bob. “Quinn, if you would like to talk after you and Bob are done. I’ll be in the bar.”
“Sounds great. I’ll come and get you.”
Bob leered at me, “You lucky dog. I’d love to get my hands on her. Are you fucking her?” He licked his lips. What a puke.
“No, I’m not fucking her! I’m not even seeing her. I just ran into her ten minutes ago.”
“Those are some fine, fine tits she has and her pussy was just there. God I’d love to get some of that!”
“Forget Heidi. You do realize that being a lecherous old man can get you in trouble these days.”
He waved it off. But he really knew how to get under your skin.
I said, “Let’s get to work.”
We spent about a half hour going over the meeting agenda and the election procedure, then it took another half hour to get rid of him. The man was a complete ass. He wanted to tell me all the things he would do with Heidi if given the chance. An absolute pervert.
When he was gone I went and found Heidi sitting at the bar. She looked a little dejected. Her blouse had dried, although the air conditioning had hardened her nipples. When she saw me, she stood and gave me a hug again, this time a bit shorter. I could feel her breasts press into my chest. We sat down and she wouldn’t look at me.
I touched her hand, “Hey why so glum? You were so happy when I first saw you.”
“Bob is such a creep. Everyone on campus thinks so. When I met him on my second day on campus, twelve years old, he grabbed my ass. I tried to avoid him and somehow as I was leaving that same meeting he managed to grab my boob. I hate him.”
“Why didn’t you report him?”
“Those were different times. Who was going to believe me? A brand new assistant professor’s word against someone who had been there for 30 years? Now with the ‘Me Too’ movement people would believe me, but that’s all water under the bridge. So where were we? I think I had just entered a wet t-shirt contest and we had started talking about how you are doing.”
“Well, I need another beer. How about you?” She nodded. I motioned to the young lady behind the bar, one of my former students, “Kayla, could we have another round? I’ll have a Summer Ale and my lovely companion will have an IPA.” I placed a $20 bill on bar.
“Sure Professor.” She waved at Heidi. “Hi Dr. A.”
Heidi smiled, “Hi Kayla.” She turned to me. “Quinn, I have to make a confession to you.”
“A confession? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Well, I have. Please don’t think I am some kind of slut.”
“Heidi, I don’t know where you’re going with this, but I would never think you were a slut.”
Our beers arrived.
I raised my glass, “Here’s to beautiful, caring friends.”
We gently touched glasses and both took a sip.
“Wow! You consider me a friend?”
“Of course I consider you a friend Heidi. You are a kind and generous person.”
“Okay, thank you. Now I am really feeling bad. Please just let me tell you this.” She took a deep breath, turned to me and took my hand, looking into my eyes. “I have a very guilty pleasure that I like to pursue. I love to read erotica. As a divorced woman, I rarely have a chance to date quality men. So I read stories that are exciting. Sexually exciting.”
“I don’t think that is confession worthy and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”
“Oh, that’s not the bad part. About two weeks ago, I found this really good story. It was about this widowed professor and how he found love with a longtime colleague. The widower sounded a lot like you and his lover sounded a lot like Christine.”
“I can see where this is going.”
“Well there are other similarities, like he was a ginger and was in the Navy.”
“You thought that was me?”
“I thought maybe.”
“Widowed, ginger, Navy, professor. That narrows it down to maybe a couple of thousand or more. And what did you think I would do?”
Heidi looked down, then back into my eyes, “I thought that we could talk about how wonderful I thought the stories were.”
“What did you like about the stories?”
Heidi was getting quite red, “Well the descriptions of the sex were very … arousing for me.” Heidi’s nipples were prominent on her blouse. “The way he described these two old friends having sex. Then in chapter two, he went on a hike with another professor and they had sex up in a state forest. They were really hot stories and …” She looked at me, her face bright red. “Quinn, if you were this author, I was going to try to seduce you. That’s why I’m dressed like this.”
“So what if I’m not this author? Is the deal off? You can’t try to seduce me?”
“Well, you said you haven’t started dating again.”
“So there is a lot to unpack here. First, let me say that I am flattered that you would want to seduce me and let me also say that I may want to let you try.” Heidi’s eyes lit up. “Second, I agree with Bob the Lecher, not that I want to be lecherous, but you are really looking fine this afternoon and that is an absolutely hot ensemble you are wearing. Thank you for wearing it so you could seduce me. Third, you just may have convinced me to break my dating drought. Finally, what would this seduction look like?”
Heidi was smiling, “Well, I wasn’t sure. I was hoping to tell you about how much I loved the stories and the author’s descriptions of sex.”
“What about them?”
“Oh, they were quite romantic. I loved the first one where this longtime friend of the male professor jumps in the shower with him. They end up in the bedroom where the description of the man eating this woman’s pussy… Do you mind if I use that term?”
“As long as you’re OK with it.”
“Well, the description was just so hot. He gives her multiple orgasms and then he had sex with her. My sheets were soaking wet after I read it. I got myself off, then read it again.”
“If you don’t mind, can we back up a little? So by getting off you mean?”
Heidi was beet red. Her nipples struggling to be free. “You won’t think I’m a slut?”
“I already said I wouldn’t think that.”
“I fingered myself.”
“By that do you mean that you used your fingers to stimulate your clitoris or did you put them inside yourself?”
“You make it sound so clinical. Yes, that’s what I do. Both. If you want to know everything sometimes I use a vibrator and sometimes I use a dildo.” I didn’t think it was possible for her to get more embarrassed, but she did.