Okay, so I’ve [M50] definitely had my share of wild experiences in life, but one of the craziest periods was years ago when I was finishing up my graduate program. (Yep, they call me Dr. Evil for a reason!) I’d just come out of a rocky marriage and found myself suddenly single and teaching a class filled with amazingly smart, funny, very sexy undergraduates.

Without giving away too many details, let’s just say that my field is an area of academia where women outnumber men by a considerable margin. It’s a competitive and highly intellectual discipline that attracts super diverse people, and this particular class was for upper-division students in the major. Being one the few male TAs in the department, and one the few graduate students allowed to teach this particular subject, well, there was a lot of charged energy in the room from the get go! Add to this that our university was located in a religiously conservative part of the country but was itself known as the school people go to who are looking to escape to a different kind of life, well, you can just imagine the pent up sexuality.

The first girl in the class I fucked (let’s call her Josephine) was a cute little EMO girl, barely 20, and already married. It started innocently enough: she stayed after class one day to talk about an upcoming test and I ended up walking her across campus to the museum where she was working part-time. She asked for my number and texted me later that night. After a week or so of flirting inside and outside of class, Josephine invited me over to her friend’s place and we spent the night fucking on the living room couch.

Josephine turned out to be a subby little pain slut, and the sex was incredible. She liked being slapped silly and would cry as she orgasmed and beg for more. But it was pretty clear from the outset that she was really just looking for an exit strategy from her marriage. After a couple of weeks of meeting up she stopped coming to class and eventually decided to move back East to be with her family. She submitted her final paper by email, though. I gave her an A.

Next was Joy, a Korean girl from the Bay Area . How she ended up in our little podunk corner of the Bible Belt I’ll never know, but a couple of weeks after Josephine left, I happened to bump into Joy in line to see a movie at the little art house theatre. She was there with a bunch of friends, but before I knew it, everyone had evaporated and so we went in and sat together.

Like her name, Joy was always bubbly and super expressive in class, and as soon as the lights went down in the theater she reached her arm through mine and put her head on my shoulder. It didn’t take long before we were kissing and pulling at each other’s clothes. She put my hand on her lap and I slid it down her shorts and fingered her wet little pussy until she came. It was like being back in high school! We left soon after that and I took her back to my place and we fucked until morning. In addition to her bubbly personality, Joy was a squirter. ( I had to strip all the blankets and sheets the next day, everything was so soaked.)

I liked Joy a lot. I mean a lot! If she’d wanted to be serious I would have jumped at the chance but she already had a boyfriend. Still, we continued to hook up many times over the next couple of years, and while it’s been a long time now, we still keep in touch.

Then there was Sarah. Sarah was very pretty, tall and pale with red hair. She had a really reserved, nervous demeanor, but once you got her talking she had a million things to say. I knew she liked me. She’d swing by my office even on days we didn’t have class just to chat. We’d talk about politics, the news, anything and everything. Sarah was a townie, and while her folks weren’t affiliated with the university, she had grown up going to school with professors’ kids. I think that made her a little insecure. Like she always had something to prove.

Sarah worked part time as an admin assistant at one of our branch campuses, and one night I decided to drop by to see her. It was pretty late and they were closing things up by the time I got there. Sarah introduced me to her co-worker Meredith, and we hit it off right away.

I ended up inviting Sarah and Meredith to go to this art walk event. On the third Thursday of every month all the galleries in town would stay open late and serve wine and food and put on special exhibitions. Sarah and Meredith came over to my place and then we headed out to the galleries. It was really fun and by the time we got back to my apartment we are all pretty tipsy.

We’d all been flirting all night and I thought for a minute we were heading for a threesome but Sarah suddenly seemed nervous and said it was getting late and that they should go. I think she expected Meredith to agree but when Meredith told Sarah to go on without her, Sarah looked like she might throw up or faint!

Meredith stayed the night but the sex was only okay. I sort of regretted the whole thing to be honest and felt bad that I hurt Sarah’s feelings. But the next day Sarah showed up in my office, same as always. Only this time she asked me to close the door because she had something important she wanted to tell me.

I was expecting her to say how upset she was, to yell, maybe, or cry. But as soon as the door was closed, Sarah hugged me and asked me to kiss her. It’s one of those secret fantasies that I think most professors have—the idea of having a student offer themselves to you in your office. And this is exactly what happened. I undressed Sarah right there, and sat her back on the little round conference table. I’ll never forget that moment, the sun coming through the window, her pale skin and thin body trembling in my arms. She was so nervous, but so eager, too.

We stayed in my office most of the day, kissing and fucking on the table and floor. Then when it was getting dark we left. The rest of the building was deserted. I drove her back to my apartment and cooked us dinner. Then we fucked some more.

So there you have it. The semester in grad school I ended up fucking three different students in the same class. All three received As. I regret nothing other than I wished Sarah had stayed that night with me and Meredith after the gallery stroll! I’m happy to elaborate further on any of this if anyone wants to know more.