... And That Was That ...

Well, my student, let's call him Alex, had been making eyes at me for months. He's in his twenties, I suppose, and there was just something about those puppy-dog looks that made me think he might actually be an adult... I mean, I'm not a young woman anymore; forty-seven this year, with plenty of life experience behind me. But Alex managed to catch me off-guard one day when we were alone in the office after class. We started talking about our lives and before I knew it, we were sharing more than just professional advice. His hands found their way up my skirt, fingers tracing the edges of my panties... I'll admit, it felt like a breath of fresh air to be desired again, even if it was by someone much younger. When Alex's hand slipped inside and he pressed against me... oh God, that moment when his fingers began to explore... I couldn't help but respond, could barely resist the urge to push back into his touch... It was exhilarating and a bit frightening at the same time... and then we were kissing again, my lips parting as his tongue delved in, demanding and insistent. The rest is just a blur of skin-to-skin contact and frantic breaths... And that was that. We didn't speak of it again after that day... I can only hope he's learned something about the importance of boundaries in our lives. But sometimes, you know? Sometimes even professionals make mistakes...