The only good thing about it was that my 35-year-old professor, Peter (not his real name), was so hot. But after a particularly flirty one-on-one meeting, I couldn't hold back. But while he was waiting for me in the parking lot, some of his students spotted him and asked him why he was there.So I asked him if he had time that night to discuss the grad program he'd completed ... Panicked, he told them he'd volunteered to be a designated driver and give seniors a ride home from the event..instead of cuddling at the movies as we'd planned, I spent the next hour crammed in the backseat of his car with three other students.If the latter happens, they’re expelled from the dorm within twenty-four hours and receive a mark on their records—so he wasn’t trying to seduce me, I reasoned.Since I—especially as a nineteen-year-old—never turned down an offer for sake on a school night, I happily accepted the invitation and went to his room the next night.While still a taboo, this is the kind of subject that titillates imaginations, often causing people to gloss over the inevitable ethical confusion regarding both consent and the abuse of power.My former professor has a side to this story too, but the story that you are about to read is mine and mine alone.I waited at the end of the block until the last car left his driveway, and then went to retrieve my phone. We had another drink, and there was this unspoken attraction.
Once there were a few people left, I thanked him for the party and went to my car. This man had been one of the biggest influences on my thought and education while at university — he had my utmost respect as a scholar.But my experience with him was far from the glamorized narrative often found in people’s minds. At one point, books and papers started to tumble off the desk onto the floor. When I was a senior in college, I took this really difficult English literature class. At first, I tried to keep my cool and stay away from him, since he graded my papers and all. Fortunately, it worked: We spent the next hour chatting with the other professor about the crossover between intellectual and sexual stimulation. Another night, Peter came to pick me up from a senior event to go see a late-night movie.This time, Kristine* tells us about the time she taught her professor a thing or two of her own. There was a physical attraction there, so I started to fantasize about hooking up with him. It was a casual thing, with everyone just sitting around, talking, and having a lot of wine.