Short Muses Vol 2

I was a university professor then, when that happened to me. Fresh graduate, brilliant student and had few other good qualities with me, nothing else. Never before, I had any interest on girls, they made me nervous, I felt like they were not into me, unfocused but I love their companionship, friendship, togetherness. Their admiration was unremarkable. While I was started my professional career as a professor, I was never imagined that girls could like me that much. I tried to look handsome but somehow I managed to disturb those ladies that I really wanted to attract.

I was completely focused on myself to be in love with a lady of my dream. My only failure was then, I always attracted the wrong crowd or woman for me. Girls that I really admire, never feel the same for me. If they could, they probably even try to send me away from my hometown. However, life goes on, so was mine, after few of my heartfelt crush crashed by my ignorance or innocence or stupidity, I atleast managed to survive on my career life. It was then when an incident that I recalled it as most seductive, sexually explicit and admirable enough for me that changed me completely. I never thought that student life could be that much dangerously difficult that make students to do many unethical things to get a pass mark or even get certified on it. As I natural as I could be, I never felt that much of a difficulties in my study life, I studied, I passed, that's all. I took myself as a born bonsai that got water to live but couldn't grow. I read many articles about teacher-student cliches, love affairs, marriages, life changing careers, teachers pet, the unbounded dedication towards teachers or students vice versa, life threatening behaviour or even charged with teacher raped students while they were on their puberty. I never realised that I was going to face the same but in different manner. I was less embarrassed by the main fact but more disappointed as I could see. It was just an ordinary final term retake exams. I was scheduled to took a retake test of my students. She was a dark horse like a black beauty to me, rare looks but elegant. I still couldn't understand the reason behind it but it would be more comfortable to me if she did so, for my affection but she did that to get pass mark from me. I knew that she was busy with her other activities besides education. Moreover, she missed few test that semester final. In systematic terms of every university, we, teachers had to take retake exams to ensure that our students get the chance to pass the test and prepare for the next. In my sense, we need academic education to do more logical research than illogical one. I never get attracted by any students, that's why never felt any interest on them. I was failure in my personal love life but those were not with students. That day, it was a stormy day, I was sobbing for my tastebuds of choosing woman that couldn't be mine, still virgin on mind, never saw real nude woman always on magazines or internet. Most of my life, I spent on study, work and self interest. Sometimes I thought, I might be turning into a gay, my friends always bullied me for my less interest on intimacy with women. Then that happened, as usual, I prepared my question paper to take a retake exams. There should be two students but only black beauty came. It was a heavy rainy day, she wore off white dress, soaked with water, her brassiere could be seen so as her big nipples, dripping water from her head to toe, to any ordinary man, it was a great time to take that opportunity into next level but logically, I was a gay, as I thought to myself later that incident. At first, she accidentally brush off her breasts on my arms while taking question paper then after an hour, she stood up, unchained her dress and turned herself a lingerie model. When she started to took off the bra then I could not remember, I was fainted. Afterwards, my colleagues founded me unconscious, took me on teacher's room then woke me up. They said, when my student came to submit her answer sheet then she saw me unconscious and she informed them about me and gave them her answer sheet. They called local doctor and doctor said low sugar, low blood pressure levels were the reasons, needed glucose energetic drinks. I said nothing, the whole time I shut off my mouth then I checked her answer sheet, she got 100 marks. So, that's why she did that stunt. I said nothing, I passed her out. Then I transferred to myself abroad. I never said anything because I didn't need that kind of cheap excuse or gimmick to make myself local hero or celebrity. I just focused on myself completely. Later I heard rumours about myself that she claimed I was her lover. I thought, I wish, I could be the man she really admire then she never could have tainted my reputation like that. Many of my secret admirer were the reasons that I was successful but she was not the one that was the truth, I helped her later to be a successful in her profession but I was human so my life was going on and so was she.

My whole life, I spent by travelling, I was a travel agent and a seller. I was living abroad but working as a travel agent, mostly I travelled to my hometown and I also had my store where I sell souvenir from my hometown, as a part of my patriotism act. That night, I was travelling alone to my hometown, I had nothing in my hometown, my parents moved to abroad when I was a kid, had their own store which was later inherited by me. Moreover, I didn't had any friends even, so I needed to live with my student whenever I came into my hometown.

In my student years, I had tutored junior students who were living in abroad, some transferred or some back to hometown. It was my normal arrangements for living. One night, so no big deal. I made previous engagement with my student, to ease her pressure of having me for one night as a guest. It was a winter night, I was freezing to death when I arrived to her house, it was half past midnight. In that horribly cold weather, she wore, beige colour silk shorts with sleeveless blouse. I was stunned for a while but it was midnight so, didn't asked or said anything to her. She said, she had an old father who was sleeping after waiting for me, an hour and my food with hot shower were ready for me. I was so glad with her arrangement that I felt relieved. I took my shower then ate my dinner, it was a simple menu, hot creamy peas soup with chicken rice salad and warm water for a drink. I was really thankful to her, went for bed, it was a cold night and she had a two bedroom, small TV room and kitchen with dining. Two bedroom had two double beds, so she arranged my one night with her. When I taught her, she was a 13 year old kid, it was 5 years back, so I didn't mind because I need to leave early morning and she had a small house. Nothing to do with my situation at that time and she was already went to her sleep. As silently as I could, I dived into my cozy bed, it was the coldest night of that season for me but not for her, she was sweating, I couldn't sleep, so to make myself more comfortable, I started to do masturbate then she rolled over to me and grabbed me by one leg. Beautiful silky legs in shorts, her breasts were revealed in the dark by soaking wet sweats, her big nipples were awakened, sensational smell was coming from her, I was freeze in there but in the middle of masturbating, it was not necessary for me to put her away. However, it made me more focused on my selfish and selfless approach of giving myself a pleasure. She was my student after all and I couldn't break my ethical rules. She was a beautiful little girl, toned body, short hair that's been coloured into purple, had her own online homemade products to sell and I bought them as much as I could. When I was struggling to handle my ethics, she moved on to my man's pride like a monkey hanging on my neck. It's like heaven and earth were wrestling between them to be separated, I was thinking, God help me, she was rubbing her face on my chest, neck, face in her sleep, I was literally screaming inside, my ethics and man's pride were moving alongside, then I somehow managed to move her back to her place and heaven forbid, ah! I finished my masturbate. At early in the morning, I left her with a tiny jewelled hair clip and a note that said, thank you for giving me such a wonderful one night dream.

A sound, in the middle of the night, woke me up. What was it? Where was it coming from? it sounds like something thrashing with something, bashing woods like creak, creak, creak, creak, creak....all night long. But what could be the reason? The sound of that weird noises, happened every once in a month, for all night long that was not discovered by only me but by the whole neighbourhood, only deaf could say otherwise. Sometimes, it was two bash or three, probably someone riding like a horse. God only knew what it was.

I'd just another ugly night, sometimes I heard crying of a boy asking his mom not to take away his lover, sometimes a young girl was screaming out loud early in the morning as if someone was hitting her but she refused to let her husband go, sometimes someone trying to acted like a good man or woman, everyday to have little caress or love from her husband or gossiping with their friends to create new stories against other women's reputation for her husband's love and affection....all out of no where, I never could've guessed, to found out from where, those echos or sounds were coming from. All from thin dark and blue air, my place was really airy place so when all the human halfway to death by sleeping, then those kinds of ugly sounds murmured on the air. I was a student then, when all those things happened, but I was too busy with my life and part time affairs with married women who were not having exploited yet their sexual urban legend thoughts. I was a brilliant student and hardworking young fellow. No time for ethics or philanthropy or chaotic judgment or any sorts of drama in my life. I never cared about anything or aftermath calculations. I always attracted to adults who could handle their own garbage, to me all those creative things to get someone in love with, was garbage, I never could've or would've understood those uncontrollable desires of making fuss or cuss to have someone on my bed. Never felt any interest on any bookish love stories or real one. I was interested only on to myself and my undoing things. I was a young, energetic, brilliant and talented man who had the multitude opportunities to have an affairs with professors wives, daughters or others too. The alluration was heart warming. The world was always generous with lovely, beautiful, sexy and every goodness of the nature and its beauties. I never needed to feel hatred or remorse for my lose. I just needed to move on with someone or something new. Married women to me, was something to learn about their extra curriculum activities, some tried to act, some tried to enjoy or some really was good wives. Wives who were left out by the society or family or husbands or their shortage of capability or inability to attract attention from others, really were the most used human that I'd ever known. Those wives were always attracted to sexuality and sex because they didn't or couldn't enjoyed it. Their admiration towards their husbands were enormous but they could not asked them for their sexual consents. Husbands were always too busy with other's wives for work and young man like me, was busy with their wives, making them happy, teaching them to love their life, entertaining them moreover, we were doing social work for keeping people's marriage and love life alive in their little heart like a fairytale. It was heaven's doing. It was then, when I was hosting to my new fanatic. She was principal of a school, her husband was super busy with his business, travelling around the world, no time for having any romantic affection with his left out wife or chit chats. I met her when I needed permission from her, to made a combine festive dinner arrangements, with her school and mine. I was a high school student, teacher's pet, working for my school's junior section. One day arrangement, nothing to sweat about, that kind of arrangements might help our boys to make friends with girls, learning to feel like a man, understanding the difference and enjoying the fact that they all were turning into a man. The actual motivation was to have fun, that's all, we had planned, all the goodness of opposite sex could've offered by group working or playing or debating. After few private meetings and lunches with her, I got invited to her house, it was a really heavily rained night, I was soaked with water, completely cold wet. When I rushed into her house, it was dark, the door was open, no electricity, so I welcomed myself in the house. I got an appointment of that night with her so there was no problem. I thought the door was opened for me. In that darkness, I was feeling chilled on my spine for some reason, hoping for something unexpected I guess, was walking on the dark when she grabbed my arm to pull me on the corner of the living room and hold my man's pride. She was drunk, they always were, against their will, they always attracted to others man or woman or in the middle. She whispered to my ears, asked me to made love with her, so she could feel like a woman, the lust that she'd forgotten as a feelings, long time ago. She was a mid age, medium size woman, not too attractive or too ugly, pale skin, black hair, always neatly presented infront of others but that night she was on her bath robe, wet hair, wet body, standing against my body, robe was open, wet naked body waited for so long, for my touch, I could not resist. As I was not an admirer of any ethics or prejudice, it was golden opportunity for me. I took out my pride and let her explored it's secrets. She was good. She was making me crazy, licking the tip, playing with it, chewing like a candy that's melting on her mouth, she was asking me to give it to her, she wanted to know how I tasted. I smiled, kissed her for half an hour, touched her nipples, squeezed it a little, tasted it, ate her venus whole way through, fingered it, made the stream flow, it was surprisingly wet, slimy, sweet, savoury to me. She was engaged to me completely, was ready to take me into her when a man hurriedly came into the house and with the help of his torch stepped into the first floor to one the bedroom probably. Whenever it happened, we were stoned, shocked, stunned there, for a while, then I ran, like a barking dog was trying to bite my ass. Heaven's forbid, I could not think of anything but to myself. Afterwards, she shyly accepted our proposal and said to me on my ears, it was her husband, he hadn't been discovered anything but I gave her the night that she could not ever forget then kissed me till my lips were hurting and gave me a scholarship, were I could study at free of cost with a job and an apartment, she had taken care of all my expenses. I could never imagined that she was that much wealthy but for some reason I wasn't expected that and it made me feel sad for her. The woman that's been left out by her husband, were making others to be a good housewife or a very good actress or a good Hitler because whatever we men did for women after all they stayed woman, woman with all conscious, sensitivity, love and affection or sometimes cruelty but still I was their true part time lover.