She wandered around the deserted campus trying to process everything that had just happened. It was after dark by the time she made it back to the deserted dorm lobby making her way up to their dorm room. She reached to open the door just as Mary Kate was opening it from the inside, apparently heading out herself.

“Hey,” said MK, frowning. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

“Me, either,” said Solana coming into the room.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Solana looked glum.

Solana sighed before she answered, “It… it didn’t go as expected.”

Mary Kate came back inside the room for her friend. “What did he do?” she demanded angrily.

“No, no, he was great. He didn’t do anything wrong. He’s a great guy and a wonderful band director.” And apparently an awesome father and a great fuck, she thought to herself. She did not feel comfortable casually divulging a secret like this that could destroy lives. She had already vowed to keep this bombshell to herself.

“Then what happened?” pressed Mary Kate. “Why do you look like somebody kicked your puppy?”

“Let’s just say that the good doctor and I were focused on different things at the time.”

Mary Kate chuckled, “Dang, girl, could you try to be even more cryptic?”

“Best I can do. Are you heading out, or would you like to get some dinner?”

“I’m seeing Jackson. It’s nothing serious, though. If you need to talk…”

“No, you go get that itch scratched, girl. I’ll be fine. What’s Taylor up to? Where is she?”

“Something came up back home, and she had to go back up to Jersey. She told me to tell you Merry Christmas and she’ll see us after the break.”

Solana sighed again. “Fine. I guess I’ll see you later tonight, then?”

“Okay,” said Mary Kate as she was heading out. “But you have to tell me what happened today, okay?”

Solana just shook her head. “Sorry, sugar… not my story to tell.”

After MK left, Solana took a nice long shower. Feeling better, she made a call.

“Hey, Solana,” said Garrett Fallon. “I, umm… I didn’t expect to hear from you. I figured you’d be writing music by now.” Solana, ever intuitive, thought he sounded, well, strange.

“Sadly, no. Look, Garrett, did you know he has a daughter who looks a lot like me?”

“No. Not the lookalike part. I mean, I knew he had kids, but I don’t know anything about them. But his kids would be almost my age anyway, not yours.”

“No, she looks like my sister. Not even an older sister.”

“Wow, that’s crazy,” he said. “Look, do you think we could get together tonight?”

“That’s why I was calling. I kind of didn’t want to be alone tonight. I just need to call a car. See you at 9—”

“Umm,” he interrupted, “could we meet at the lounge in Julian’s?” Julian’s was the restaurant where they’d met.

“Garrett, it’s really been a day,” said Solana, “and I’m not really up to being out around a bunch of people. I was really hoping for a quiet night in.”

He paused. The silence stretched. Finally, “Yeah, tonight’s not really good, Sol.” He definitely sounded squirrelly at this point, and Solana finally zeroed in on it. “I could—”

“Dr. Fallon,” she interrupted, "we've been honest with each other from the start. Let’s keep it that way. I’d like to see you, and I promise I won’t make a scene when you break up with me. Okay?”

Garrett knew Solana wasn’t like most girls. She wasn’t like most people. She was smarter, cleverer, and more unflappable than anyone else he’d ever met. He’d miss her. But she was right. He sighed, resigned. “Okay. The door will be open.”

Damn, she thought to herself. Did I break a mirror or something? She’d had Will Davis’ huge cock literally in her hands, only for it to be snatched away by his own daughter, in an act she wanted to replicate with her own father. She wanted to commiserate with her girls, but one was out of town for family holiday celebrations, and the other was likely getting some right this minute. Then, when she called on her usually reliable source of vitamin D, he was about to dump her. What the actual fuck?!

As her driver pulled up to Dr. Fallon’s house, Solana said, “I don’t think I’ll be here long. Keep an eye on your app, okay?”

“Cool,” he replied. “What do you think, maybe 15, 20 minutes?”

“Yeah, that’s about right.” She got out and walked to the door, which was indeed unlocked and ajar.

She walked into the house to find him sitting at the kitchen counter waiting for her. She looked around, fully expecting to find an angry woman glaring at her. But he was alone, sipping a glass of his favorite red wine. He had already poured a glass for her.

“Garrett,” she said simply as she leaned in for a perfunctory hug.

“Hey, Solana. Quiet night in, like you requested.”

She sat next to him on his padded barstool and took a sip. “I seem to remember a time when I would be greeted at the door with deep kisses and a delightfully firm cock that was mine to play with. Now it’s ‘I’ll leave the door open for you.’ Talk to me. What’s happened? Is this because of Will Davis?”

He sipped again. “No. Well, not entirely. I have to admit though, the way I’ve begun to feel about you, I did not like the idea of you with him, or, frankly, anyone.”

“Well, I wasn’t with him. At least, not like that.”

He looked at the floor and said softly, “That doesn’t make this any easier.”

She took his hand and held it. He looked up into her eyes. “Garrett… what’s happened?” She was genuinely worried about him now.

He downed the rest of his glass and poured another, and downed half of that. “My ex-wife called,” he said.

“Former Mrs., or Former Mrs. Dr.?”

He chuckled at the bittersweet memory of their first playful banter. “Former Mrs. Dr.,” he replied. “Look, Solana, I was a horrible husband. I wasn’t abusive, but I did neglect her. I was selfish, self-centered, and had no concept of what it meant to be faithful. I was an attractive professor surrounded by beautiful young women who threw themselves at me or put up no resistance when I pursued them.”

Solana simply said, “Well, that’s not the man I’ve been seeing these last few weeks, but go on.”

“Anyway, she left, sent divorce papers, and I signed them without even looking at them. Turns out, when she left here, she was pregnant. Apparently, she had just gotten pregnant. When she found out, having the child was the only option. But at the time, she didn’t think I’d be worth a damn as either a husband or as a father. She said I’d already hurt her. She wouldn’t let me hurt our daughter.”

“Wow,” said Solana. “I did not see that coming. So, she called?”

“Yeah,” he said finishing another glass of red and pouring the rest of the bottle into the glass. “She’s a single mom. Money’s tight, stuff is expensive, and she can barely keep her head above water. She said she’s taking a chance calling me, hoping I can finally grow up and be a man, if not for her, for our daughter. Her name is Zoey, and she’s six years old,” he finished, his eyes glistening.

Solana simply said, “You have to be. You owe it to her. To both of them.” She got up and stood in front of him. “But you listen to me. The bond that can exist between fathers and daughters is special. A real man doesn’t want anything to hurt his daughter. He will move heaven and earth to make sure she’s safe, happy, and protected. Be that for her, Garrett. For both of them. If you don’t, you’ll deserve that special hell you’ll be in when you realize you’ve lost your daughter’s love.” She hugged him close one last time, whispering, “Think fondly of me.” She left without another word. As she walked out the door, the Uber pulled up. Five stars.

******

The Winter break came to a close. Over the spring semester, Mary Kate struggled with her studies but managed to keep at least a respectable GPA. Taylor, having spent time discussing it with her father, had decided she wanted a career in medicine. But she was under no illusion that she was in Solana’s league. She decided to change her field to nursing, with an eye on becoming a PA. Nearly doctor money, none of the doctor headaches. One more year of postgraduate work. Solana promised to help her with the worst of it.

Aside from their academic pursuits, Solana was still looking for… well, for something specific. She’d been told she’d know when she found it. Just before Valentine's Day, Solana remembered Professor Holden. He’d taught her advanced microbiology. It was a senior-level class that she took in her sophomore year. She’d breezed through that course just like she’d breezed through everything else. For his part, he’d been very impressed with the young girl so adeptly soaking up his knowledge so readily.

She remembered him being quite attractive but having very little self-confidence outside his lecture hall. He was an excellent teacher, if a bit dry, and he had an absolute command of the subject matter. But outside the classroom, he felt himself a total loser.

She remembered an instance from while she was still in his class. He was eating in the cafeteria, not bothering anyone. An attractive co-ed came up to him to ask him something about the class she was taking. As usual, his command of the subject matter was absolute. Yet while they were talking, the girl’s meathead jock boyfriend came up to them, asking, “Why you talking to this loser?”

Mortified, the girl told him that Dr. Holden was her teacher. The guy cut her off, saying there was nothing that geek could possibly teach her that she’d need. Regretfully, the girl meekly apologized to Dr. Holden and abruptly left with her boyfriend. What struck Solana was how this successful, accomplished educational professional simply took this abuse from this cocky imbecile without uttering a word in his own defense. Clearly, the man had an incredibly poor self-image.

For a man this attractive, this intelligent, and a tenured university professor to be so timid, Solana was sure there was a selfish and spiteful woman in his past who was responsible for tearing him down.

Solana thought she might help him with that.

She surreptitiously stalked him for a week to see if there was anyone, even some overeager coed, who had his attention. Sadly, outside of his classroom, the poor man seemed to be invisible.

She found out he had a late class on Fridays. His students hated it because, well, it was held Friday afternoons. Solana boldly walked in at the beginning of the class and took a seat at the back. Young men in the class immediately zeroed in on that hot, dark-haired, beauty sitting quietly at the back. Suddenly this Friday afternoon waste of a class might be worth coming to.

Professor Holden walked in and started with no delay. She was surprised to find this was the second semester of Advanced Microbiology, the one she should have been taking right now. After she breezed so effortlessly through Advanced Microbiology I, she’d just borrowed the textbook for AMB II, took it back to the dorm one weekend, and tested right out of that one as well. She could easily sit through it for an hour or so.

Her natural classroom demeanor quickly asserted itself and she couldn’t resist falling into being a little smarty-pants, and before long, the banter between her and Dr. Holden had the class baffled, with their animated and rapid-fire discussion of cellular behavior. Their conversation was entirely course-related but was miles over the heads of everyone else in the class. Suddenly, the kids in the class were muttering to each other about that pretty little know-it-all bitch who was probably a lesbian anyway. They were deeply worried about having a brainiac like this in their class making them all look like doofuses.

Once class let out, Solana made a beeline to the front. All the other students vanished like smoke.

Her makeup was perfect, and she was dressed in a conservative shirt and skirt, but with a single extra button undone, displaying just the edge of a red, lacy B-cup. She was waiting for his eyes to light up, and he did not disappoint.

She let him take a peek and then, “Hello, Dr. Holden. Remember me?”

“Miss Jacobs! How could I forget the best student I’ve ever had?”

She giggled alluringly. “Oh, professor, you’re sweet. I just wanted to say hi.”

As he gathered up his things to go, he said, “You did so well in AMB 1, I assumed I’d see you the next semester. What happened?”

“Oh, that?” she said, drawing out her answer. She knew he’d be impressed, and she needed that for the next step. “I, ummm, well, I borrowed your AMB II textbook one weekend, and read it through. Then I tested out of it.”

He looked at her, stunned. “You… you read the textbook in a weekend and then tested out of Advanced Microbiology 2? How?” he asked.

She came close to him and said, low and conspiratorially, “Very few people know this, but I’m a genius. Not figuratively. Literally. My IQ regularly tests at least 185 to 200.”

He gasped. He’d met very smart people before. Hell, he was one of them. But he’d never met a real, verifiable genius. He’d seen her work up close for a semester. He had zero doubt she was telling the truth.

“Jesus,” he whispered. “It’s like I’m in the presence of a god.”

“It’s nothing like that,” she said, surprised by that turn of phrase. “I’m just a girl who’s been given a gift, and I plan to use that to help people.”

Still shaken, he asked, “So what brings you here today?”

“I did have something I needed your help with. Can we talk in your office for a few minutes?”

“For a beyond-Einstein-level genius, of course.” He picked up his things. “This way.”

As she followed him to his office, her heart rate climbed with excitement. She absently thought someone should do their master’s thesis on sexuality and the human heartbeat. She had decided, after all, to focus on cardiology. He unlocked his office, letting her go in first. She noticed that his office was small and windowless. She knew he’d been teaching there for at least twelve years. This was the office of a first-year adjunct. He deserved better.

She sat on the small, uncomfortable chair as he sat behind the desk. She saw, to her delight, that at least he had an upgraded chair. As he was making himself comfortable, she quietly turned the lock on the door. Placing his books on the desk, he asked, “It really is good to see you, Solana. So, what can I do for you today?”

She came around to his side of the desk and sat on it, not in front of him, but next to him.

“What are you doing?”

She put her finger to her lips. “Shhhh.” She started unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the red bra underneath, her erect nipples clearly visible.

“Solana…” his voice came out more like a moan.

Her finger went back to her lip. “Shhhhh…”

He glanced furtively at the door, hoping no one would enter. It was well after five on Friday. His lack of a social life meant he’d been alone in the building at this time of day many times before. He knew no one was coming.

She made a show of hopping playfully off his desk, and then turned and effortlessly pushed the heavy desk away from him, toward the door. She turned back to him and lifted her skirt teasingly, not quite enough for him to see the matching panties, but enough for him to start panting. She reached under the skirt and slowly, agonizingly lowered the little scrap of lacy cloth down her smooth, tanned thighs, and down her shapely legs. She laid them on his face.

She pulled off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. Finally out of his trance, he pulled off his shirt. He started pulling at her shirt as well. She shook her head. “Leave it on. Take the bra.” Her bra was so flimsy, it looked like a lacy bra was in the sunlight, and her bra was its shadow. It was strapless, and he undid the clasp at the back with one hand, surprising her.

She lifted her skirt, showing him her baby-smooth lips and mound. She ran a finger along her crease and brought her finger to his lips. He sucked hungrily. She did it again, whispering, “Take them off,” as he cleaned her syrupy fingers again and again. He stood up and yanked his pants and shorts down in one motion and kicked off his shoes. Solana smiled appraisingly. He leaned against the desk and pulled her in front of him. He put his hands under her ripe, firm ass cheeks, lifted her up, and lowered her down onto his rod. She reached under them to guide him in.

And they fucked.

She moved like his cock was giving her an infusion of life. He thrust into her like he wanted his whole body to disappear into her.

While they moved together, he said, “I… I want to kiss you!”

She took his mouth, and they leaned against the desk, kissing, fucking, moaning, and grinding together. She’d cum quietly as soon as he entered her. His stamina was letting her take her time and enjoy this dick and focus on how good they were both making each other feel.

Suddenly, he put her down, turned her around, bent her over his chair, and quickly slid back inside her. From the back, he felt even better. His cock curved so it rubbed her G spot inside her. She knew she was close. She moaned and panted louder and louder until she tensed up and came on his cock. She felt him release inside her. Solana did not...