So I have been leaving someone off of the blog. His name is Van. Van has had that nickname in my phone for six years now. Obviously he’s been around longer than I’ve been married. We met the summer between my sophomore and junior year of college. I was working in the math tutoring center at the university and he was a professor there. It started out with small talk, then I would help him grade papers, and he would help me when I needed it with my math( I was a math major). We would flirt and I started to become very aware of what I was wearing to school. Sweat pants weren’t cutting it anymore. I would catch him glancing down my shirt, and I knew he wanted me.
One day, I was hanging out in his office, just talking and avoiding going home. It was a late day and most of the other professors had left. He stood up and looked around and then shut the door. He said to me that he noticed I didn’t mind that he flirted with me, that I even returned the flirting. I giggled and told him I found it quite flattering and didn’t mind at all. He then leaned over and said, well I guess you won’t mind this either then. He kissed me. I was still very sexually inexperienced at that point. I had only been with one other person, but I invited Van to my apartment to finish what he started.
We had sex and it was great. We stayed friends after that and I think I blew him one other time. We never had sex again, though. I ended moving away and getting married and we lost touch.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. We are facebook friends again. We messaged each other and I learned that he will be commuting to the town I live in now every day to teach at one of the community colleges. So, we met up a few weeks ago. He is the oldest man I’ve been with. And with age, comes great experience. My god, does that man know what button to push. It was great. And then we laid there and talked about math and teaching and teaching math. He even gave me pointers to get through to my kids on some things.
Today, I had a rough day at work. I sent Van a message joking about me getting my masters so I could teach with him. He called me on his way home and said he had a few minutes to stop by. So he did. I was able to vent about work and got some more teaching tips. Then he fingered me as a blew him. Orgasms are always so much better when there is a dick in my mouth. I then finished him off as well. He gave me a tip after on how to make blowjobs a little more enjoyable. I am always open to tips like that, but not everyone is always willing to give them.
It was nice, and exactly what I needed today.
And for those of you interested, here is the story of his name: My best friend at the time gave it to him because of the Van Halen song “Hot for Teacher”. I still call him Van, and he knows it. I also giggle anytime I hear that song or it comes up in conversation.
Also, ironically, today marks the six year anniversary since the first time he and I had sex….