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I was scheduled to go home two days later. I expected to spend those two days on my back, losing my virginity and enjoying Dr. Bedford's tongue. Now, nothing. If anyone found out, I'd be laughed at.

I cried on the bus home. All the way. I thought about calling Mr. Jansen and begging him, but he'd laugh at me.

Instead, I called my best friend, Alicia Carston. When I told her, "Harriet, you're not the first girl to get your heart broken."

"But . . ."

"And you're not the first to believe a guy's promise. Harry, three guys have asked me to marry them."

"Really? Why aren't you married?'

"I'm not married because those assholes had no intention of marrying me, but they did get me to get on my back and on my knees."

"Oh my God, Alicia, you too?"

"For a short while I felt bad, but then I thought about it. The fucking was good, and frankly I got to suck some good cock," she smiled.

"No, no. I couldn't possibly look at it like that."

"You have to, and now I have to do something for you. You seem to have a thing for older men, I'll find one who won't fuck you over, but will fuck you."

Alicia went to the local community college and was taking summer classes. During the regular year, she had fucked one of her professors, but it didn't work out. It didn't work out because Alicia was not a one guy girl or as she said, "one cock is never enough. I need two or three different ones a month."

"Harry, Professor Morton is a nice guy. A good fuck and he adored my pussy. What more could you want?"

"How old is he?"

"Maybe forty-five."

I met Professor Morton for coffee. I didn't think much of him; he was a mousy looking guy, balding with glasses. I was taller than him.

Thankfully, we had a booth with no one else around. "Harry, Alicia told me what you wanted. She was very explicit."

I was shocked, but I should have known, that was Alicia. I mean apparently she told him everything. She told him that I was a virgin, and was anxious to lose it but only to a guy who knew how to eat pussy.

"Harry, you'll have to find that out for yourself. I'm not seeing anyone and you're pretty enough." He was staring at my 34Cs.

I wasn't sure. I mean he was old, but so were Mr. Jansen and Professor Bedford . Although Alicia said he was good in bed, I couldn't imagine that mousy little man could be good at anything.

On the other hand, my options were limited. Who else was there?

Friday night, I knocked on Professor Clarence Morton's door. I didn't dress sexy. Skirt, blouse, and that white bra and panty set. My dress said it all: I was resigned to losing my virginity. I was not looking for the greatest night of my life.

It started out as I expected. By that I mean it wasn't very romantic. "Harry, I don't want anyone to say I seduced an eighteen-year-old girl."

"Nineteen." There was that girl thing again.

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