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Click hereThere are different reasons why people come to my office. Some are looking to document the most important events of their lives, others want to share their experiences so others can learn. This is a place where adults can have open dialogue without fear of being judged.
Their identities will forever be protected. No one will ever know their real names. Whatâs said to me, in turn, will be discussed on my podcast for the world to hear.
Sandhya is a 46 year old woman, single, dark skin complexion, and she wears a modestly priced outfit that makes the most of what she can afford. Sheâs also the first educator that Iâve ever spoken with. When I start recording this conversation, she tenses and her nerves are on display.
âIs this the part where I reveal my deepest, darkest secrets?â she says with a hesitant smile.
âWell, this is at your leisure. We can talk about movies if itâll help you relax.â
âNo, no, Iâd rather get this over with. Itâs funny, I speak for a living, but something like this terrifies me.â
âThatâs why itâs exciting,â I say.
âYouâre right about that. Exciting, stimulating, stomach-churning.â
âLetâs begin,â I say. âSo youâre a professor. Letâs start with that.â
Sandhya clears her throat. âYes, thatâs correct, Iâm a professor and I teach political science and research. Iâve been teaching for close to 15 years. I love my job. I enjoy the responsibility of shaping the minds of future leaders. It sounds cliche, I know.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with that cliche. Itâs an admirable career. I respect that.â
âWould you like to hear about a particular student now? Should we get straight to the point?â
âWhenever youâre ready. This is your forum to speak openly.â
âThank you,â she replies. âHer name is Dani. I considered giving you a fake name, but that would take away the power of my story, in my opinion. Her name is Dani. It goes against policy and my personal ethics, but sheâs a current student of mine.
She pauses, then continues, âLong blonde hair, blue eyes. The âall-Americanâ type, though the meaning of that phrase is evolving. I would describe her as somewhat outgoing, puts in effort for assignments, sheâs personable, charming. She made a deep impression early in the semester because she sits near the front row. I teach in a big lecture hall, but she managed to stand out.â
âWas it Daniâs beauty that got your attention?â
âAt first it was her striking blonde hair and blue eyes, but it was her outfits. Her tops are reasonable, something your average college girl would wear. A sweater with the university logo on it. Tshirts when it's a warm day. That sort of thing. But itâs Daniâs assortment of skirts that lured me. As the semester went on, her skirts became smaller.â
This interview has almost reached the main point. Sandhya seems to be experiencing a sense of shame, maybe remorse, because this is against her rules. At the same time, I notice her lips giving a slight quiver. Whatever conflict she feels, sheâs also aroused by this.
âDo you think she did it on purpose?â I ask.
âAt the time, I wasnât sure, but Dani has since admitted that she did it on purpose.â
âMay I ask, are you a lesbian? Do you have experience with women?â
âNo, to both questions,â Sandhya replies in an instant. âMy parents are from India, very conservative and traditional, and I was raised with the same values. Iâve been married to a man for most of my adult life, but that ended a few years ago. To your question, Iâm not a lesbian, and I had never been with a woman.â
Sheâs almost defensive about it, which is something Iâll have to discuss with her later. Her defensiveness and inner-conflict make this story compelling.
âYour background is noted,â I say. âThat makes the next question more interesting. How did things escalate with your student?â
âSlowly, then suddenly.â
âAs with many great stories.â
âI remember everything,â she says. âI mentioned that I teach in a lecture hall. Dani often sits 2 or 3 rows back, so when she wears skirts, I can see her legs. The room has bright lighting, so her white skin shines. Her legs are often distracting and I find myself having to stand elsewhere. She ran track in high school, she later told me, so her legs are in great shape.
She continues, âThis memory will always stay with me. I remember giving a lecture and Dani spread her knees apart. It was the first time she ever spread her legs that far open. It was like she was stretching. Iâm ashamed to admit that I looked inside her skirt. Not because I wanted to, but because it was so blatant.â
âDoes that happen often with students?â
âNot with me. I know itâs common for students to want sex with a professor. Male students have their âhot for teacherâ fantasy. Female students desire the power dynamic. Faculty members discuss this in the lounge sometimes. But itâs never happened to me. Iâm not the type, I suppose. Certainly Iâve never had a female student do that in class.â
âWhat did you make of it?â I ask.
âIt threw me off the lecture. I went blank for a few seconds. But hereâs what got my attention. I saw her panties, a thin, light blue fabric. The center was wet. There was a dark spot from the moistness. She didnât bother to close her legs. Her face was stoic, like nothing was wrong, and she knew I saw inside her skirt.â
âWas your immediate reaction that she was flirting with you?â
âI thought it was possible, but I couldnât be sure at the time.â
âWhat did you think the stain was?â
Sandhya pauses for a moment. âI initially thought she had sex before class, that perhaps the guy dared her to taunt me. But that seemed so unlike her. Then I thought it was her period, which made more sense. Itâs normal for girls that age to deal with periods or cramps during class. I notice it often during my lectures.â
âBut that wasnât the case.â
âI wish it was.â
âWhen did you find out the truth?â I ask. âLetâs talk about that.â
âGetting the truth was a long process. Imagine my surprise when she showed up to my office a week later. She wanted to go over an essay assignment, which seemed suspicious to me. The assignment was simple and Dani is a smart girl. In class, I can tell from her eyes that she understands every word I say.
She continues, âWhen that was cleared up, she sat back and asked minor questions about politics in the regions weâd been discussing in class. Weâd spoken a few times prior, but that was the first time I got a true feel for her personality. My impression was that she was a sweet girl. Very nice, wholesome, I can tell she comes from a loving family. Did I mention what she was wearing?â
âNo, you didnât mention that.â
âDani wore a sweater with the university logo on it. Sneakers on her feet. And a skirt which rode up her white thighs. Her sunshine blonde hair was in a loose ponytail. As you can imagine, it was interesting having a conversation with her.â
âWere either of you flirtatious?â I ask.
âNot intentionally. Iâm sure Dani knows the kind of effect she has on people, especially with the skirt. Anyway, I must tell you about the panty discussion. This is where the story takes a dramatic twist.â
âSure, letâs hear it. I get the sense that youâre building up to something, based on your body language.â
My comment makes Sandhya blush and she smiles. Her nerves havenât gone away and she still has a tense demeanor. I get the impression that discussing sex with a stranger will always be difficult for her, which again, is what makes this so appealing.
âI let the question out,â she says. âWhen our meeting was about to end, I asked Dani to explain herself. The short skirts. The open legs. I just asked, as friendly as I could. It wasnât a tough line of questioning. I let it out gracefully, letting her know it was safe to give me a truthful answer.
She continues, âDaniâs response was intriguing. She acted shocked. I mean genuinely shocked. Her face looked startled and her eyes opened wide. She told me it was a medical condition. An issue where small drops of pee come out at random moments. Thatâs why she wears the skirts and keeps her legs open, because she wants her panties to dry, or else sheâd smell musty during class.â
âDid you believe her?â
âTo be honest, I believed it at the time, so I apologized to her profusely. Iâve always been considerate of people's medical needs, especially as an educator. Dani laughed it off and kept saying it was okay. That she didnât mean it, that it was a simple misunderstanding. Her face turned red with embarrassment.â
She continues, âBut the more I thought about it, the more I questioned it. I tried researching it online and couldnât find anything similar to what she described. I even called a close friend of mine, whoâs a doctor, and she said that something like this would be extremely rare for a college student. My doubts started growing.
She continues, âNonetheless, school policy is school policy. Even with the doubts I had, I went along with Daniâs excuse because questioning her further is bad practice. The modern campus leans heavily in favor of the student, so for the next two classes, I gave lectures and accepted Daniâs open legs in my direction. Eventually I felt like a fool, and I remember going home, realizing I was at the whim of a student with wet panties.â
âThat sounds like it could mess with your mind. You described her as an âall-Americanâ type and wholesome. She says one thing, but her actions are something else.â
âDo you want to see her pictures?â Sandhya offers. âI can show you her Instagram account.â
âSure.â
Sandhya takes out her phone and touches the screen and swipes until she finds what sheâs looking for. She hands me the phone.
The moment I see the first picture, I understand what the fuss is about. Dani is an attractive young woman that exudes the best things about life. In the first picture, sheâs smiling alongside two friends as they stand by a campus building. In another picture, sheâs with her mother. Another picture shows Dani at a family party, helping themselves to food.
Time is precious so I skim the gallery. What each picture has in common is her smile. Itâs infectious and highlights her sense of innocence. Same with her blue eyes that sparkle. Moments ago, Sandhya described Daniâs hair as having a âsunshineâ quality, which is accurate.
I hand the phone back when Iâve seen enough.
âNow it makes sense,â I say. âDani seems like a breath of fresh air. Wholesome, like you said.â
âAll youâve seen are her pictures. She also has a great speaking voice, soft and feminine, and she knows how to articulate her thoughts. I enjoy having students like her, it makes lectures more engaging. The quality of her writing is also impressive. Here I go, now Iâm starting to sound like an academic.â
I brush off the concern. âThatâs what I like about this. Tell me, how did you discover the truth about Dani and her panties?â
Sandhya tries to hide a smile. âI remember this vividly. During my lecture, I noticed Daniâs legs were open. I mean, wide open. She was sitting in the third row, next to the stairs, which meant that I had a perfect line-of-sight towards her panties. It was a clearer view this time because she had lifted her skirt. Her panties were light blue, which made the wet spot more visible. And you know what stood out to me? There was this giggling, mischievous expression on her face. Iâve never seen that expression from her before.â
âSounds provocative. What did you do?â
âI asked her to see me after class, which is funny, because it made me feel like a high school teacher instead of a university professor. It took a while for the place to clear and I wanted a straight answer. I didnât want to chide her, but I wanted to understand the situation because she was playing games with me.
She continues, âThere we were, alone in the lecture hall, and she acted like she hadnât done anything wrong. Like she hadnât just flashed her wet panties to distract me. I asked her a direct question about her panties and she stuck to the same story. Medical this, medical that. Dani acted like I was a substitute high school teacher who accepts any excuse. The best part was the name of her supposed medical condition.â
âWhat did she say?â
Sandhya smiles. âNymphomania. With a straight face and innocent eyes, Dani said her condition was ânymphomania,â meaning she was a clinically diagnosed nymphomaniac. To this day, I donât know if she was joking or serious about the supposed diagnosis. But I remember feeling dumbfounded, having never faced this situation in all my years teaching. Iâve never had a student flaunt her sexuality in my face.â
âBefore we delve into that, I want to clarify something,â I say. âHow did you feel about these actions? In terms of your deeper, personal reactions.â
âMy sexual feelings?â
âCorrect.â
âThis might be hard for me to admit,â she says. âBut I liked the attention she was giving me. At first I thought it was bizarre, but I learned to enjoy the game. Sheâs very pretty, as you saw. Yes, I enjoyed the game as it escalated. Yes, I was aroused by the whole thing.â
âUntil that point, did you masturbate thinking about her?â
âA few times, yes, I did. Maybe more than a few times. I didnât bother to count. Iâve masturbated thinking about students before, itâs a human reaction. Dani was the first female student where I had an active fantasy.â
âWhat did you think about with her? Would you mind sharing?â
Sandhya takes a deep breath, hiding her shame. âThe usual things, kissing, oral sex. In terms of setting, either my home or some fancy hotel. I have a thing for expensive hotels. I think theyâre erotic.â
âThank you for being honest,â I say. âNow I want to pivot back to the story. How did things escalate with Dani?â
âIn the empty lecture hall, I asked why she was doing this. And why me of all people? I assumed she chose me because I was an easy target, because I wouldnât report her, or maybe no one would believe me if I reported this to administrators. The school would think Iâm exaggerating because a girl like Dani could never do such a thing. Why would she?
She continues, âAccording to Dani⊠and this truly surprised me⊠Dani thinks Iâm attractive. Dani said she has a crush on me, she likes my accent, my maturity, the way I present myself, my dark skin color and hair. This is a girl who can have anyone she wants on campus, men or women, students or faculty. Yet she claimed I was the only person on campus sheâd ever shared her panty secret with. I was flattered, to be honest. I donât know, it made me feel special. Itâs good to feel wanted.
She continues, âThere was another interesting thing that Dani told me. She said that she shares a small apartment with four other girls, so privacy is non-existent. Therefore she doesnât have adequate self-care for her âmedical condition.â And since my class is late in the morning, sheâs pent up. Thatâs her explanation for keeping her legs open.â
âLet me tell you this, Iâve interviewed quite a few nymphomaniacs over the years. Daniâs explanation sounds plausible.â
âAre you serious or kidding?â Sandhya asks with squinted eyes.
âThink about it. Busy student. Running from class to class. No privacy. Itâs only natural that a young woman would have issues in class at that hour.â
She laughs and shakes her head. âIâm not going to debate you, just like I didnât debate Dani when she told me that.â
âWhat was the solution with Dani then?â
âI felt she was doing that -- flashing me in class -- because it was titillating to her. Anyway, I planned to ignore it. To avoid her little game. And it worked for a while. In the following two weeks, sheâd open her legs, cross them, then uncross them. I saw her panties and Iâd turn away. She has different colored panties, with different materials.
She continues, âBut everything changed one day. When I stopped giving her the attention she desired, she uncrossed her legs towards the end of class -- she was pantyless. I saw her bare. It was only a few seconds, but I could tell she was cleanly shaven, as if she prepared for this. There was glistening fluid between her labia. It threw me off guard and I ended class early.â
âDid you talk to her about it?â
âI did. We spoke after class and I -- as politely as I could -- inquired why she was pantyless. Dani gave me a long explanation about how midterms were approaching, which meant that her roommates stayed in the apartment more often to study, therefore she had less privacy. She said it takes about 15 minutes to cum, so staying in the bathroom that long would be weird. And yes, she used the word âcumâ when speaking to me in the lecture hall.â
âIâm sure that must have been jarring, seeing a studentâs vagina, then having a sexual conversation with her afterwards.â
âThe moment left me speechless. Frankly, it also left me aroused. The conversation ended without a resolution, just a vague promise that sheâd do better, whatever that meant. She did it again the following class. Same deal, she spread her legs as I looked in her direction. A smile on her face. No panties. Wetness. Labia, clitoris.â
âI get the impression that youâre going somewhere with this. The tone of your voice is getting higher, like thereâs more emotions involved.â
Sandhya nods. âI realized I couldnât continue the rest of the semester like that. I wasnât going to report her either. Talking to her about it didnât work. So I came up with a solution, for better or worse.â
âLetâs hear it.â
âAs direct as possible, I told Dani that she could use my office before class as a sanctuary. Thatâs the exact word I used, âsanctuary.â In exchange sheâd have to wear her panties again in class. Do you get what Iâm saying?â
âYou let Dani masturbate in your office,â I answer. âThatâs an interesting solution. Did the arrangement work?â
âTo an extent, it did. My office is tucked away in the corner of the fourth floor. A nice, private place. About 20 minutes before class, Dani would appear in my office. Sheâd close the door and lock it. Sheâd thank me profusely, as if I were handing her a free diploma. She called me a âlifesaverâ and a âSaint,â and she meant it each time. All for letting her masturbate in the sanctity of my office.â
âSomething tells me itâs more complex than that.â
A coy expression appears on Sandhyaâs face. âWell, youâve got to think of the cleaning job for a girl like this. Truth be told, I didnât know the gravity of what I was getting myself into, but Dani came prepared. She brought a large roll of extra-strength paper towels to my office. The paper towels are currently in my cabinet, getting smaller and smaller each week.â
âShe squirts, Iâm assuming.â
This makes Sandhya amused. âWhen was the last time you drank from a public drinking fountain? You push the silver button and a trickle of water shoots in the air, then comes down in the form of an arch.â
âIf thatâs a description of Dani, then Iâm impressed.â
âThatâs often what it looks like, not always, but mostly. She takes her panties off, places it on the table, and sits on a stack of paper towels that she folded several times. Itâs done orderly, like a proper school girl who wants to keep things clean for a teacher. Sheâs never missed a drop, never made a mess. It shows that sheâs smart, respectful, and understands what her body is capable of.â
âSo she just sits there and masturbates?â I ask.
âYes, she tries to be quick. Thereâs a clock in the room which she looks at to keep track of the time. Sheâs always punctual, always organized.â
âDoes she face you? Can you see everything?â