"A ‘break’ means you teach at another school for a semester and we see how things go," Carla explains, in answer to my question. "We've already arranged for it, so you don't have to go looking for one. You're assured of the position. And Harvard will continue paying your normal teaching salary, so you don't have to worry about that changing."
I click my tongue at her, hoping it sounds just as annoying as her shoes did as they clicked down the hall. Because she's fucking annoying me all right.
"And where is this school?" I ask. "Where are you banishing me for a semester?"
"It's Hudson College," she says, hesitantly, as if anticipating my reaction.
She obviously expects me to be angry or disappointed, but I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of blowing up at her.
"I've never heard of the place," I tell her. "I suppose that means it's a real step down."
"It's a small town in upstate New York," Carla explains. "It has a great liberal arts department but they're working on strengthening their business department and that's why they were interested in having you."
The tone in her voice and her carefully chosen words let me know that this was the only school that was. No one wants a philander in their midst, teaching students they view as having innocent and impressionable minds.
They don't know how these students spread their legs and show me their shaved pussies, begging me to fuck them, and not just because they want good grades. But, in their own minds, because they've heard I have a big cock and I know how to use it.
"This is a… religious school," Jane adds, biting her lower lip as if she hadn't wanted to tell me that detail. "It's Baptist."
"Baptist," I say, scratching my head to see if I can recall knowing anything about that religion.
"Yes," she says. "So, they are in favor of abstinence until marriage. You may be surprised at some of the rules and the strict enforcement of them. There is a 9 pm curfew. There are separate dorms and even separate dining halls and sidewalks for the male and female students."
"Separate sidewalks?" I ask, aghast.
"Yes," Jane confirms.
"They can't even be trusted to walk beside each other?" I ask her.
She looks down at her hands which are folded in front of her, and I can tell she's trying hard not to smile. Hmmm. So, there is a fun side to Jane Peterson, Miss Prim and Proper School Board Member. Maybe sometimes she lets her hair down. Maybe she'd even let me pull on it while I fuck her.
"The female students wear long skirts and long sleeved blouses and they are forbidden to cut their hair or wear make up," she says, looking at me as if this news might be the worst of all.
She probably thinks I don't want to work anywhere where the women don't show too much skin. But she doesn't know I've dated girls from all kinds of different religions. All of them have let me into their pants— or long skirts.
But, her point is well taken. She probably thinks these girls are more chaste than other college girls and won't be as eager to jump into bed with me as girls at Harvard have been.
The message she's sending is clear. I have to be good. If I can behave myself at this super strict school where there is less temptation and less opportunity to be bad, than Harvard will take me back. If not, I won't be needed to teach in their business department any more.
It’s not like it would be the end of the world. I certainly don't need the money. But I've passed the nuts and bolts part of the business onto people who are workhorses whereas I'm more the brains of the operation. Teaching gives me something to do on a daily basis. I can get out into the world and meet people and screw beautiful young college girls who are only half my age.
Scratch that last part. I can't do that anymore. I have to fucking remember that.
"Well, these girls sound lovely," I tell her, since that word is vague enough to be taken any way she wants to take it.
I've found that women are lovely no matter what they wear, no matter what they believe, and even no matter what they look like. There's a conventional idea of beauty but I find that there's always something beautiful about a woman whether it's immediately obvious at first or not.
Her eyes might sparkle more than most. She might have a mysterious birthmark or interesting pattern of freckles or cute dimple. Her hair might glisten and shine. I'm sure the women who attend this college in the middle of nowhere are just as lovely as the women who attend Harvard.
"I'm excited about this new teaching opportunity," I tell her, and I want her to worry a little bit. Maybe I'll like it more than I like teaching at Harvard. Maybe I'll stay there. "When do I start?"
Looking surprised, Jane opens her pursed lips and says, "Well, their summer vacation lasts for two more weeks. So the fall semester will start after that."
"Perfect," I tell her, smiling.
"Professor Masters," she says, blinking her long eyelashes at me. "I'm terribly sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused you. I'm looking forward to seeing you back at Harvard. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help ease you through this transition."
She shakes her tits at me and sticks her ass up in the air. She wants me, bad. Miss Goody Two Shoes Jane isn't above falling for my sex appeal.
I know I could have her in a minute's time just by saying the word. I could bend her over my knee as I propped it up on one of these chairs and spank her stuck up ass while I fingered her pussy that would obviously be dripping wet for me. I could make her sit on my lap so I could cram my big cock into her pussy while she bounced up and down on me, eager for my twelve inches to be all the way inside of her.
But she doesn't have enough meat on her bones for my taste. All women are beautiful but I prefer ample tits and a curvy ass. And a nicer personality.
"Don't worry," I tell her. "Carla has some friends that can ease me through it."
Jane's mouth drops open, and I'm quick to clarify my remark, as I head out the same door she click clacked her way into.
"Don't worry," I tell her. "They're graduating at the summer ceremony this weekend. I'll wait until they're no longer Harvard students to pile them up on top of each other and fuck them one by one."
I'm just kidding that I plan to do that to Carla's friends— because I already have, and I don't ever see the same girl twice. That just turns them into clingy psychos. I'd already found love once and lost it, so for the rest of my life I plan to just have fun— not get committed like some of these girls want to do if I dare fuck them more than once or take them on a real date.
My joke was worth it because Jane calls out, "You're not serious, right, Mr. Masters?"
I can imagine her mouth hanging open even wider. I would put my cock in it, if she were my type. But she's not. And I always have plenty of other options. So, with that, I walk out of the classroom in which I've taught business classes for the past year and a half, and onto whatever awaits me at this religious school in the middle of nowhere.