Higher education

I didn't do well in school, worked a bit as a courier for an advertising agency after finishing my studies, and then served in the army. I realized that to get a good job, I needed an education. I attended some preparatory courses and enrolled in our Pedagogical University in the natural sciences and geography department. I didn't plan to work as a school teacher; I liked the tourism business, but for that, I needed to know foreign languages well.

The foreign languages department had a program for a foreign language as a second specialty, and I decided that was exactly what I needed. I would graduate from the university with two specialties, the second being a foreign

language. I was told that for this matter, I needed to see the Vice-Rector for Academic Affairs, Inna Nikolaevna. She was an attractive, slender woman around forty, a Candidate of Pedagogical Sciences. She differed from the female students perhaps only by her somewhat overly large rear end. She shared a reception area with the rector; the rector's office was to the left, and her office to the right. In the reception area sat their secretary, Svetlana Vladimirovna, or simply Sveta, as she was just a little over twenty.

When I gathered my courage and headed to Inna Nikolaevna, Sveta wasn't in the reception area. I decided to check if the vice-rector was in and opened the door to her office. Inna Nikolaevna was lying on her desk with her legs raised and bent at the knees, holding them in that position with her hands under her knees. A tall young man with his pants down was standing by the desk, energetically moving his penis in her vagina.

"Excuse me," I mumbled politely.

"Wait outside the door," said Inna Nikolaevna.

I returned to the reception area and sat on a chair. Soon, Sveta appeared.

"Who are you here to see?"

"Inna Nikolaevna."

"Wait, she's busy right now."

A few minutes later, the man came out of the office, now wearing his pants.

"Who was that?" I asked Sveta after he left.

"Oleg from the computer science department. They're all men there; besides teaching, they also maintain the university's computer network."

Judging by what I saw, their duties were much broader; they serviced not only computers but also their users. Over the intercom, Inna Nikolaevna called Sveta to her. She entered the office, leaving the door ajar.

"Sveta, why are you never at your post? The office is turning into a thoroughfare; anyone just walks in without asking. I was having a confidential conversation with Oleg Borisovich, and then some guy barges in."

"I'm sorry, Inna Nikolaevna, I just stepped away to the restroom for a minute."

"Make sure no one enters the office without your permission."

"I will, Inna Nikolaevna."

"Let that impatient one come in now."

Sveta returned to the reception area and gestured for me to enter with her hand. I went in; Inna Nikolaevna was sitting at her desk, fully dressed in a pantsuit, carefully examining some chart.

"Hello, Inna Nikolaevna."

"Good afternoon. What is this regarding?"

I told her about my intention to acquire two specialties, especially since there was a department specializing in teaching a foreign language as a second specialty.

"A commendable desire, but they test applicants; they don't practice teaching from scratch. Do you know English well?"

"Honestly, not well. I generally didn't study well and only now realize how much I've missed, but I'm ready to do anything to catch up."

"What year are you in?"

"First year."

"You don't look like a first-year student."

I told her about my life after school.

"We don't have many guys like you; most are recent school graduates. Are you an athlete? With your height, you should only play basketball or volleyball."

"I haven't chosen yet; for now, I go to the general group."

"Showing off for the girls? That's necessary too."

She picked up the phone and called someone.

"Ninotchka, a young man will come to you soon; he dreams of getting a second profession in your department's field. His foreign language knowledge is poor. Take a look at what can be done. He's a good-looking guy, served in the army, we should help a person in their pursuit of knowledge. Go to their department now and see Nina Vasilyevna; she handles all organizational matters there. Talk to her; I think you'll find an acceptable solution. Then come back and tell me what you agreed on, just don't barge in without an invitation, or you might put people and yourself in an awkward position. You've already noticed that real people work here, between whom there can be informal relationships that aren't meant to be publicized. I'm counting on your discretion and decency."

"You can be sure of that. May I ask a question? Do informal relationships exist only between teachers? Are they possible between students and teachers?"

"Adults study at the university, and between adults, everything is possible, of course on a mutual basis. Some girls earn good grades or pass a subject this way. Is it worth condemning them for it? This is also a school of life, the ability to achieve results using all available means. It's more complicated with boys. We don't have many of them. Those who came straight from school are too infantile; they're still children. They gradually mature, but the process is quite slow. Nevertheless, there are pleasant exceptions. Well, go on, or Nina will be waiting."

I went to the foreign languages department, found Nina Vasilyevna, and introduced myself as a messenger from Inna Nikolaevna. Nina Vasilyevna turned out to be a very pleasant and energetic woman around thirty, with an athletic figure, as it later turned out, having done rhythmic gymnastics for many years. She tested my knowledge of English and said that if it weren't for Inna Nikolaevna's request, she would have turned me away due to a lack of necessary knowledge and skills.

"Let's take a risk. We'll register you as a lab assistant. We have a lot of equipment for teaching. It needs to be set up, carried around, etc. This way, you'll be able to attend classes with several groups. You can choose only English-focused ones or pick a second language as well. It all depends on your abilities and desire. You'll also receive a small salary. Come tomorrow before classes, and we'll schedule your day, then create your work schedule considering the academic process."

Everything suited me; I didn't even expect such a successful solution to my problems. I went to my classes, and after them, decided to visit Inna Nikolaevna and thank her for her help. Sveta was still there. She peeked into her boss's door.

"Inna Nikolaevna, that tall guy is here again."

"Svetlana, why aren't you going home? The workday is over, go, or your husband might suspect something bad. Let your basketball player come in."

"He's not mine yet. Well, I'm off, goodbye."

I entered the office; Inna Nikolaevna offered me a seat and listened to my enthusiastic account of the conversation with Nina Vasilyevna.

"I'm very glad you found common ground. My advice to you: try to make her like you. She's already a very responsible woman, and if you also have warm, friendly relations between you, she'll turn herself inside out to make an Englishman out of you."

"I'll try. All your advice miraculously transforms my life. You're simply a fairy. I'm very grateful to you. You're not just a charming woman; I don't even know such epithets that you deserve."

"Despite what you saw here this morning?"

"That only confirms that I'm not the only one who thinks so. I envy that Oleg because you gave him the opportunity to prove his love and admiration."

"Well, there's no talk of any great love here; he's married, I'm married, but sometimes you want something new. Why not give each other joy?"

"Inna Nikolaevna, if I admit that I really want you, will you expel me from the university?"

"As vice-rector, I should reprimand you for inappropriate behavior, but as a woman, I'm pleased to realize that I can still appeal to such young guys."

"Inna Nikolaevna, do you agree?" I asked, standing up.

"Lock the door, or someone might catch us too, like you did this morning."

She took off her pants along with her panties, lay on the desk, and began stroking her crotch with her fingers. I exposed myself from the waist down and approached her with my erect penis. She took my penis with her hand and guided it into herself. I began thrusting it deeper into her vagina and soon was moving it its full length. Together, leaning our heads, we watched as my penis dove into her and came back out. I held her by the hips, impaling her on my shaft. When we got carried away, I felt her start to tremble, moving her pelvis to meet me, and her vagina became wet. Immediately after that, I came.

"Over there in that cabinet, on the top shelf, there are paper towels. Please get them," she asked.

I found the roll of towels, tore off a couple, and handed them to her. She began wiping her crotch with them.

"You wipe off too. Then wrap the used ones in a clean towel and throw them away somewhere in a trash can, please. Sasha, I really liked it; you have such a hard and large penis. I got great pleasure, and you?"

"I hope for a continuation."

"A little of a good thing. We'll definitely meet, but not often. Once everything settles with your studies and additional workload, we can plan our meetings. You must establish warm, trusting relations with Nina. A lot depends on her regarding your second profession. Now go, and it's time for me to appear before the eyes of my formidable husband."

In the morning, I arrived half an hour before classes, and Nina Vasilyevna and I created a schedule for my work at the department, considering my class timetable. I ran to lectures and after two classes returned to the foreign languages department.

"In about fifteen minutes, Nina will have English classes in the next room," Ekaterina Viktorovna, a teacher from the same department, informed me.

I went to the next room, but the door was locked. I decided to wait in the hallway. After about five minutes, the lock clicked, the door opened, and Vladimir Nikolaevich, a teacher from the computer science department, came out. He went to his department, and I peeked into the room. Nina Vasilyevna, standing by the window, held a makeup bag in front of her and, looking in a small mirror, was applying lipstick. Her panties were lying on the desk.

"Sasha, good that you came, let's set up the audio system," she said, approaching the desk and hiding the panties in her purse, "first we'll need this disc, and then we'll watch an English-language video. After that, there will be grammar lessons."

"Nina Vasilyevna, was Vladimir Nikolaevich setting up the equipment?"

"You could say that. The men from the computer science department oversee our department and often help out."

"We need to air out the room."

"What, can you smell it? Let's open the transom. You take care of that, and I'll run to the restroom."

Then there were two hours of classes, during which I was one of the most diligent listeners.

"I liked your attitude towards the classes," Nina Vasilyevna assessed when the lessons ended, "this way, you might turn out well."

"And the blockhead will remain," I added.

"You would know. Do you have a girlfriend? I bet you're already running off on a date."

"Haven't acquired a steady one yet, parasitizing on the kind feelings of casual acquaintances."

"Does it work? Although you're a good-looking guy; it's hard to refuse someone like that."

"Nina Vasilyevna, please don't refuse me. I immediately realized that you are not only a charming woman but also very kind and responsive."

"Are you serious? Although, why not? We'll be working together, and close relations are only beneficial. Do you have a condom?"

"No, but I promise that from tomorrow on, I'll always carry them with me."

"I think I still have some left in my purse. Lock the door."

I locked the door and took off my pants along with my underwear. My penis was sticking straight up.

"Wow, what a pleasant surprise," exclaimed Nina Vasilyevna, "hiding such wealth from colleagues is, at the very least, not rational. If needed, you don't have to go far; all our women will be happy to communicate with the owner of such male dignity. Come on, let's put a spacesuit on it. A very impressive sight. Wait, I'll take off my pants. Stroke my pussy, move your fingers around there."

She sat on the desk, spread her legs, took my penis with both hands, and guided it into herself. I pumped her for a long time; finally, she moaned, her vagina became wet, I moved my rear faster and soon came.

"Wonderful," she said, "over there in the cabinet where the dishes are, there are paper napkins, please get them. I'll tell our girls; they'll want to try you too. But Katya and I are the English teachers, so we can count on more frequent interaction during the learning process."

"I understood that I chose the right department, and the learning process is becoming more and more exciting."

"Did you really like it? There are so many young girls here; compared to them, we're already old ladies."

"The girls haven't yet reached the necessary level of ripeness when a woman is said to be in her prime."

"I want to believe you're telling the truth. I felt very good with you, and we'll repeat this at the first opportunity."

The next day, I had sex with Ekaterina Viktorovna and again with Nina Vasilyevna. Over two weeks, I had sex with all the ladies of this department, except for its head, who, due to her advanced age, was no longer interested in such activities. The need for sex was successfully satisfied during the learning process. I regularly visited Inna Nikolaevna, reporting to her about my successes in acquiring two professions at once.

She was not only sexually attractive but also an intelligent and experienced woman; she helped me with advice throughout my studies at the university. Communication with her was not only pleasant in a sexual sense but also very useful. With each year, the circle of departments I was interested in expanded, and I solved my problems in the usual way, by having sex with their female staff. It was more difficult with the computer science department and others where there were few or no women.

Women still helped solve problems. In most cases, Inna Nikolaevna settled my issues. And sometimes she hinted at which female teacher was in a sexual relationship with the teacher I needed. With her help, I solved my problem and simultaneously acquired another girlfriend for occasional sex.

I am not in a position to conclude that many issues during university studies can be resolved with the help of sex. Many, even the majority of my classmates, never resorted