Dating and sex tales
Professor encouraged me to kiss Third while he watched, and then I would kiss Professor.
Things escalated from there, at first each taking turns, and then eventually it turned into more of a group activity. I was always the center of attention and there was never any deliberate physical contact between the guys.
(This was a school on the east coast.)He called me into his office to discuss a poor grade I’d gotten on the midterm.
He deflected it at first, but gradually he became clearly interested..nervous.
When I laughed at him, he said, “You’ll learn to like the sex room.” The sex was just ok. I was 29; he was 45, bald, and out of shape, but there was just something about him.
The next morning, he had a major guilt attack, revealed the open marriage thing to be a lie, and repeatedly questioned whether I had HIV. We were deeply attracted to each other, but he didn’t want to cheat on his wife, so we would do things like spend the night in hotel rooms cuddling naked, but not even kissing. I worked in the field he taught prior to law school, so I was more knowledgeable on the subject matter than the average student in the class and we always exchanged witty banter back and forth.
I was a Senior at college, and not quite out yet at the time.
Because I had to work, I usually didn’t go home during school breaks, and would hang out with a bunch of friends who also stuck around when the college was otherwise closed.Instead of discussing my grade, he told me about his “difficult childhood” and then changed my grade to an A because he could just tell that clearly I “get” poetry.