Senior year of college is no joke. The last few months have been heavy on work and grad school applications. This has left very little time for Steven and I to fit in any time together. Even when we did, the sex was lacking due to exhaustion. It’s not that we didn’t have it, but it’s been sporadic and most of our down time has been spent together.
But with midterms over, applications in, and a bit of wind down before Thanksgiving and exams, we finally had the opportunity for a date night. What we could never have expected was running into my professor at the brewery.
Madeline was in her first year as a professor. She was loved by all her students, and I had become friendly with her throughout the semester. I’d talk to her after class and most of us would visit her office to chat or get help with assignments.
She’s a fit redhead and in her early 30s. Athletic body, flat stomach. Down to earth and relatable. Which made her so popular with us students. She knew some of my story, but that night she met Steven and learned the whole truth.