I wont wear that.”“Aww, come on.”“No. Give it back.”“Please?”“Hell no!”“Pretty please? I’ll show you something if you wear it.�...“What?”“Hmmm, I’ll let you see what’s in my bag.”“As if I care.”“Oh you would care, and you’ll enjoy it.”He still looked sceptical. This was some crazy bitch, he thought. But otherwise, maybe this was going to be the sort of crazy sex adventure you could tell noone, but you wouldn’t want to miss. So finally he nodded.She handed over the silk. “Promise?”“Promise.”He went. She usually puts my bedsheets into washing twice-thrice a month and she had to do it that day. She came into my room, called me out. I didn’t respond properly as I was half asleep.She came in took my clothes. Then took my blanket and bedsheets as well. As soon as she moved the blanket she saw the big tent in my shorts. I could sense the blanket being moved and quickly got up and covered my boner. She gave a smile and went away.I was embarrassed, to be honest, but then we went on with our work. As usual the professor fondles my balls. He comments about how much sperm he can feel in the tubes. He asks me to masturbate while he plays with my balls. As I have not had sex in a week and the fondling was enjoyable I quickly reach orgasm. I shoot out a large load of cum onto my stomach. The professor smiles and suggests that I continue to masturbate since I still have a hard on and he can feel that there is still a large amount of sperm in my ball sack. The professor continues to play with. Jen and I had always been jokily affectionate, but she couldn’t seriously be interested in a twerp like me — could she? Sod it, long-term boyfriend or no, on Monday I was going to ask her out. I could do it in a humorous way and if she wasn’t up for it, fine, we’d still be mates, but at least I’d know where I stood. My timing could not have been more impeccable. I arrived at work to find Jen had already been called away to head office. She returned at lunchtime, flushed and excited. It seemed.