" I feel so far behind everybody sometimes. I mean, I know you aren't all doing sex stuff—at least not all the time—but until I turn sixteen, Dad ...on't let me go on a date." When do you turn sixteen, Cass?" January 27." Whatever Saturday night is that comes after that, may I have the privilege of taking you out on a real date?" Really? Would you?" Absolutely." Yes!" Everyone applauded."Uh ... as long as we're getting date reservations in and Jen and Court have already claimed Prom, may I have. I tip toed as stealthily as I could to the bedroom door. And stubbed my toe on the dresser. Oomph! I stuffed my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. I inched open the door and crept around the bend. I raised the bat to bring it down on the intruder's head. And stopped. Santa Claus's red covered ass was sticking up as he bent to close the window behind him."Aren't you supposed to come down the chimney?" I asked with great originality.Santa screamed and spun around. Hmmm, this Santa had it's. There I was, a thirty-eight-year-old university professor with my twenty-one-year-old student, who had slept with me the previous night.Anyway, we said goodbye and went to our classes. We kept seeing each other those days, and then on Saturday, we went out again. We drove to a museum to watch an exhibition. There, we saw some amazing works of art, talked, and kissed, of course. Then, at night, we went to a restaurant, and there I told her she could stay with me if she wanted to. My parents were. Every so often, she would shift in her chair and I would get a quick view of her tits. It was only a split second view, but it would be enough to send me into the bathroom to jerk off. I would stroke my cock while fantasizing about what I would do to her! They had their house up for sale and it finally sold. Mark was getting transferred to Atlanta. They asked me to baby sit for them one last time before they moved. Babysitting was easy. I would play with Cameron for about a hour before he went.