“Perhaps. I’m a professor, in fact. Would you be up to working in academia? I have an opening on my staff, if that’s okay with you. Swing by my ...ffice next Tuesday at noon or so. I have a working lunch most of the time on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’ll get us something from the deli. Roast beef or something of that nature. We can interview there. Fair enough?” I offered her, making her dimples come out to play.“It’s a date! I mean ... sorry, that came out wrong! But ... technically it is a lunch. I eyed her stockings, remembering the time I had stolen one from her laundry and used it to rub on my penis until I came off. What a mess I made of the stocking! I cleaned it as best I could, and then slipped it back in her laundry the next day, hoping she wouldn't notice. It was a tense week until laundry day came and went with no complaints. I shifted my weight again, and from my vantage point was able to see her back as well as her breasts in the mirror! I continued stroking myself, quickly,. I’d seen her around and we had shared a class in our freshman year. The four of us met in the library, broke the project down into four areas and each of us took an area. We agreed to meet every Monday and Friday in the library and go over our progress.I don’t know if you have ever been in a like situation, but if you have you will easily understand this part. Stella was hot! Nova hot! You knew looking at her that she was out of your league; beyond your reach. You looked at her, wanted her, but. “I remember him.”“Well he’s going to be there too,” said my mother ecstatically. “I hear he’s really looking forward to seeing you again.”‘More like looking forward to being a snotty, little brat again,’ I thought irritably, but I said, “Cool.”“So start packing,” said my mother. “We’re leaving at sunrise tomorrow!”I went back upstairs and packed my stuff. Several thoughts raced through my mind as I packed. Some of them were joyous about seeing my aunt and uncle. But upon finding that my.