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To be honest, you didn’t know how it was even possible that you had ended up in Dr. Jones’ office, on the couch right next to him. He wasn’t your professor or anything but you had seen him around at the campus every now and then, and you couldn't deny that the old man was rather attractive. For a long time you had been thinking about how to approach him, but the problem had solved itself when you were in the library looking for a book, but you couldn't find the right shelf. Jones had spotted you wandering around looking lost and asked if you needed help. After that, you had kept coming back to him, until things finally got moving.
At first you were just friendly towards him, but you couldn't get rid of your feelings for him. On the contrary, they had become stronger as you got to know him better. Flirting with a man who was old enough to be your grandpa had felt insane but to your surprise, he responded. And eventually the awkward flirting became more easy-going, and "accidental" touches turned into open ones. Yet that was all it had been, until now.
You shivered when Jones placed his hand on your thigh. The blush on your cheeks deepened and you closed your eyes for a moment just to enjoy the warmth of his hand. Your stomach clenched, this felt so wrong. For many reasons, one of them being he was who knows how many decades older than you. And you shouldn’t have felt the way you did towards him. Regardless, you found yourself drawn to him and God, how good it felt to be close to him, to be touched by him…
Your eyes flashed open when you felt Jones moving his hand upper, closer to your privates. Your heart rate sped up quite a bit and you couldn't help but get aroused. You shifted restlessly, not sure whether you wanted him to go any further or not. Your body downright begged to be touched, but your rational self wondered what the hell you thought you were doing.
“Indy…”, you almost moaned.
“Yes?” Came his deep, gruff reply.
Jones’ hazel eyes looked directly into yours, and all your reservations seemed to just fade away. So you simply spread your legs a bit and breathed "please.” With that, his fingers found their way between your thighs, at first only brushing over your crotch, then starting to slowly rub you through your clothes. It was too much and not enough at the same time, you didn't know how to be or what to do. All you knew at that moment was you didn't want him to stop.