A Forbidden Love

Chapter One-4

We all stood around and congratulated each other. There were some graduate students that had been invited and they began to show up in two’s and three’s. Many of these grad students had acted in campus shows. All of them were very good friends with Professor Surino.

There was this large family room where several of the students began to dance to the music from the professor’s stereo. Ilka took me by the hand and dragged me onto the dance floor. The music was very slow and melodious. My leg was resting between Ilka’s. I began to get an embarrassing erection. I know that she could feel its firmness and she adjusted herself so it fit into her crotch.

Halfway through the dance with Ilka, Professor Surino cut in. She immediately noticed my arousal. She moved back and looked down at my erection. “My goodness, you are a passionate young man,” she said. I was very embarrassed. The Professor moved in close. She adjusted herself so she could feel me rubbing against her. “I want you to know that you did a very good job tonight. I am going to keep you in mind when I select the spring production.” She took a pause then she said, “I would like to spend some time with you one on one in order to get to know you better. What are you doing Sunday afternoon?”

“Nothing that I can think of,” I replied.

“Good! Then we have a date. I want you to come over here and have lunch with me. I’ll expect you around noon.” I got this feeling that she had something in mind that may be more than just having lunch. Having this conversation with her affected my libido and it relaxed. When the music finally ended, she kissed me on the cheek. I spent the rest of the evening with Ilka dancing and drinking beer. Both Ilka and I drank too much beer. One of the older students offered me a glass of wine and I accepted. Ilka had a glass of wine as well. She suggested that we go back to her room and continue the party. We slipped away without being noticed.

As we were walking toward Ilka’s dorm building, I saw Greta going into Baker Hall. She was with the same guy that I had seen her with previously. They were wrapped around one another. I was beginning to think that Greta and I were not going to get together again. Ilka was feeling her alcohol more than I. She was leaning on me to stabilize herself. We took the elevator. When it reached the third floor, Ilka said, “I feel dizzy.”

That could be a bad sign. That is usually one step from regurgitation. I managed to steady her. The last thing that I needed was Ilka to get sick. That could ruin the whole evening.

I had an epiphany. I suggested that we take a shower. Without any hesitation she agreed. As soon as we entered the room she began to get undressed. I followed her lead. Once we were naked, we entered the bathroom. Since I was the most sober, I thought that it would be incumbent upon me to set the water temperature. When it was just right, we entered the shower. Up until that time in my attempt to steady Ilka, I had not noticed what a beautiful body she had. After a few minutes, she turned to me and we kissed. She was still intoxicated, but she seemed to have more control. I thought that it would be prudent of me to ask her a few questions. First, I wanted to know if she practiced birth control. Secondly, I wanted to ensure that she was not a virgin. I did not have a lot of experience, but I knew that having s*x with a virgin could result in some real problems. Do not ask me how I knew. I must have read it somewhere.

She answered me with a simple, “Yes.”

If she was practicing birth control, I felt confident that she was not a virgin. Somehow, I decided that one answer of “yes” covered both my questions. I was wrong about the virgin part. She was a virgin as I was soon to learn.

When we finished our showers, I reached for the water faucet and turned it off. There were two towels on the shower door. I handed one to Ilka and I took one. I began to dry her off. She especially seemed to enjoy the part where I dried the more intimate parts of her body. We left the shower. As we were leaving the bathroom, I opened her medicine cabinet. I saw a plastic container that contained birth control pills. Ilka was already in the bed. I followed and got into bed as well. We immediately engaged in foreplay for nearly an hour before we actually consummated our relationship. Ilka was a very good lover. She had this knack for prolonging the experience for me. Young men my age usually have this problem with controlling their ejaculation. It was almost like Ilka knew how to control this from happening prematurely. It was truly a learning experience having s*x with her.

After another full hour of having s*x, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I had residue of blood on my manhood. That confirmed that she was a virgin. I cleaned off, and then returned to the bed. I took her back into my arms and went to sleep.

We woke up simultaneously the next morning; Ilka appeared to be surprised that I was in bed with her.

“Did we do anything last night?” she inquired.

I hesitated and decided to play along. “I can’t remember. We were pretty wasted,” I assured her. I spent Saturday with Ilka. We had breakfast and lunch together and spent part of the day walking the campus. Around six o’clock, we took separate showers, and got dressed to go to the theater. As we walked through the stage door, the stage manager checked our names off a cast list. I went into the men’s dressing room to do my makeup and get into my costume. Finally, the stage manager came into the dressing room. She announced that it was five minutes to curtain. I walked out onto the stage and took my position. The stage manager’s cued the technicians; the curtain went up as the lights flooded the stage.

In my opinion, the show went better this night than the night before. Everyone in the cast used the audience reaction from yesterday’s performance to their advantage. Another standing ovation at the curtain call was repeated. As I was sitting in my dressing room removing my makeup, a knock came at the door. One of the actors opened the door. I looked into the mirror and saw Greta standing in the portal. She said something to the actor and he allowed her to come into the room. She walked over to where I was sitting and sat in a chair next to me.

“I was really impressed with your performance tonight,” she said. “When are we going to get together again?” she inquired.

“Well, I have the show the next couple of weekends, but after that I should have some free time,” I informed her.

She wrote her phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to me. “Call me,” she said. Then she kissed me on the cheek, stood and left the dressing room.

On Sunday around noon, I walked over to Professor Surino’s house for the scheduled lunch. She opened the door with a smile and invited me in. I followed her back to a small dining room off the kitchen. There was a dining table set for two. She served a delicious lunch accompanied by a bottle of expensive wine. We exchanged life stories. Her life stories were a lot more interesting than mine. She told me about growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania where there was not a lot to do. Consequently, she spent many hours reading. When it was time to go to college, she pursued literature. She told me that she did her dissertation for her doctorate degree on James Joyce.

“Have you ever been married?” I asked.

She took a slight pause and directed her glance downward at the table. As she rose her head back up there were tears in her eyes.

“I was engaged once. Does that count?” she asked.

I remained awkwardly silent. “I fell very much in love with another graduate student while I was attending graduate school. We became engaged and for a time everything was bliss. Then one day, he called me on the phone. He confessed that he had been seeing someone else and it had become serious. He was breaking the engagement. That was the last time I saw or spoke with him.”

She took a long pause. She stood and I did as well. She walked around the table and stood in back of me.

“The reason I invited you here today was for the incredible resemblance you have to Stewart. It’s uncanny.” She remarked in a soft seductive tone. She placed her hands on my shoulders. For a few seconds, I was frozen. Using her right hand she turned me to face her. She fell into my arms. She was sobbing. She said, “You must believe me to be a fool. As your professor, I should not be having this conversation with you.”

We just held the embrace for several seconds and I began to lose control of my manhood. I was getting an erection. She felt the firmness and she put her hand down on it. That made the situation even worse. She took me by the hand and we walked into a bedroom in the back of her house. She took complete control. She began to undress me. In a short time, I was completely nude. I unbuttoned her blouse and released the clip on her bra. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. That is when I notice that she was not wearing panties. She pressed her body into mine and we fell back onto the bed. I kissed her. I could feel the passion emanating from her lips. I did not know her exact age, but I estimated it to be around thirty-five. I had some experience with oral s*x thanks to Greta. I decided to engage my new technique to prevent my reaching orgasm prematurely. I could tell the moment I put my lips on her v****a that she was sexually starved. She closed her thighs tightly around my face and began to move in a rhythm that seemed to give her ultimate pleasure. She was producing so much lubricant that I thought I was going to drown. After she had about four orgasms, I began to move up her body. When I finally reached her neck, she rolled me over and climbed on top. She took hold of my manhood and slipped it into to her v****a. She had her eyes closed and I could only guess what she was thinking. She was definitely experienced in this kind of love making. She moved vertically slow with long strokes. It was almost like she knew how to control it, especially when I was on the verge of an ejaculation. I could further tell that she was receiving intense pleasure from this position. She controlled the situation and for the most part did all of the work. After a time, she rolled me over and once again I was on top. I put my arms under her legs and moved them forward. This allowed me to penetrate as deeply as my manhood would allow. With short strokes, we both reached orgasm together.

We lay in that position for about a half hour. I finally slipped out and rolled over next to her. Neither of us said anything for a long time.

I broke the silence. “I should be on my way. I have this paper due in literature tomorrow. My professor is a stickler for getting things in on time.” I looked over to see if she got the humor in my remark. She was smiling.