“This is Olivia,” she says to me. Holy shit. She actually called me.

“The freshman?” I ask her, leaning back in my chair.

“Do you want me to be a freshman?” she asks. Jesus, she’s not pulling any punches. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t exactly ready for her call. “Or do you want to know my real age?”

“When you get to be my age, it’s all the same,” I shrug. To an extent, it is.

“I’m a senior,” she declares, as if that changes anything. Great. I was a senior over a decade ago. I’m not sure of the significance anymore.

“How—” Just as I’m about to make the assumption aloud, she interrupts me.

“Cute?” she asks. “Do you like that I’m younger than you?”

I lean back and smile. She’s down to the nitty-gritty. She wants to see what makes me tick. Okay then. I can play that game. “Do you like that I’m older than you?” I ask.

“That’s not answering my question,” she says. There’s a slight giggle at the end of her sentences, like this is risky behavior. It’s almost as if she’s never engaged in something like this before.

“Yes,” I say. “I like it.”

“Me too,” she says.

“So…” I feel my cock start to rise in my pants. I fight the urge to touch it. Shit, she should be here right now. I wish she’d walk in this room, drop to her knees lightly, and open that pretty mouth of hers. Yes, I want to do unspeakable things to her and she knows it.

“What’re we going to do about that?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she laughs. “It’s a dilemma, isn’t it?”

I reach down and unzip my pants. “My place is free. I’ve got a study we can… talk in.”

“Talk. Right,” she says. “I don’t know about that.”

That’s when I know she’s not going to budge. She’s just going to tease the ever-living shit out of me. I get the thought in my head that I probably should be more careful, that my career is always on the line and I need to remember that. Then I remember my boss. Would he give a shit? He did tell me pussy cures all ailments. That’s right, the Chief Surgeon at my hospital told me pussy is a wonder drug. I wonder if he prescribes it to everyone.

I grab my cock firmly and feel how hard it gets. I haven’t fucked anyone in what seems like ages. Sure, there’s the occasional woman every now and then. There are those mild regrets when I take a woman home from the bar and realize just how disgusting humans can truly get. It all usually hits me in the morning, when I turn over and see them drooling against my pillowcase.

I try to stay away from situations like that. Yet, this woman is different. She’s not some thirsty lady who’s been screaming at the bartender all night. She’s innocent. There’s no doubt about that. Her heart hasn’t been corrupted yet. There are so many possibilities for her. I can hear it in her voice.

“I never said you had to come over,” I tell her. “It was just a suggestion.”

“Well, it’s tempting, but I do have a curfew,” she says.

“You’re supposed to be out partying every night. What’s this curfew all about?” I ask, feeling the disappointment and undeniable yearning kick into my bloodstream.

“Am I? Is that a prescription for good health?” she asks.

“No, actually. The prescription for good health is my—”

“You’re bad,” she laughs, completely cutting me off. “I should go.”

“So soon?” I ask. My cock is in my hand. If she only knew what I could do to her right now. I want to plow her straight into my desk. Fuck, I want to rip her skirt up, tear her panties down to her ankles, and thrust until I cum inside her. I want to show her what being with a real man is like.

“I just called so I could get to know you,” she says. “I wanted to see what makes you tick. Turns out, you’re just another pervert.”

“Excuse me?” I ask, with a smile. I’ve never had a woman talk like that to me before. Well, it’s true. I’m a pervert and I don’t give a damn. I’m a pervert who saves lives. Before I can even add to my shock, she hangs up the phone.

I sigh and press the end button. “Wow,” I whisper. “I need that woman.”