My Sorority Protégées: A Semi-True Account of Affairs and Academic Guidance

As a seasoned college professor, I’d had the privilege of teaching a wide range of courses in literature, writing, and English. But this series of stories isn’t about my academic pursuits. It’s about my time as the sole male sponsor of a university sorority, a role that spanned two decades. I’ll be sharing semi-true accounts of those years, sans timeline, as the names have been changed to protect the innocent. My moral standards on sex are, shall we say, flexible.

This is the story of my first affair, and it began with a student named Micki Andrews, who requested an appointment to discuss her coursework. She brought two friends, Karen and Kristen, who were her sorority sisters. I’d seen the dynamics of our university’s Greek system play out during Rush Week, and I was intrigued by their request.

“Professor David, this is Karen and Kristen. We’d like to ask you a big favor,” Micki said, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. “We’d like you to be our sponsor.”

“And what would that entail? Cash? Bail money? Beer runs?” I asked, trying to gauge their expectations.

“No, Professor, you’d be the sponsor for our sorority. You’d sit in on our council meetings, offer advice and guidance, and be our contact with the university faculty,” Kristen replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“As much as I’m honored by your request…,” I started to demure, but they quickly interjected.

“Please take the night to think about it. Talk to your wife. The invitation is for both of you. It would be ideal if your wife could be the co-sponsor,” Micki said, her words dripping with persuasion.

“Ok, ok! I’ll think about it. Stop by tomorrow and I’ll give you my answer,” I said, trying to appear nonchalant despite the excitement building inside me.

The three young women left my office, and I was immediately forgotten as another student arrived for a meeting. It wasn’t until later that evening, when my wife Kay and I were enjoying a quiet dinner, that the sorority’s visit was revealed.

“Did you forget to ask me something?” Kay asked, a mischievous glint in her eye, as she stood beside the stereo, surrounded by a group of coeds.

“Before you make your decision, we thought we’d come over and show you what you’re entitled to as our sponsors,” Micki said, her voice husky with anticipation. “Please sit back while we show you what we can do.”

The next few hours were a whirlwind of music, cleaning, and persuasion, culminating in Kay and me agreeing to become the sorority’s sponsors.

Our first year as sponsors was filled with challenges, from dealing with difficult issues at council meetings to navigating the complexities of the sorority’s social dynamics. But it was also a time of great growth and learning, as I discovered the ins and outs of the Greek system and formed lasting bonds with the women of Sigma Epsilon Xi.

One of the most significant moments of my time as sponsor came during a particularly contentious meeting, when a group of sisters were arguing over a boy. The discussion had gone on for hours, and I knew it was time to intervene.

“This has gone on long enough,” I said, my voice firm but calm. “First, I need not remind you that no man is worth tearing apart the Sisterhood.” Heads drooped in shame, and I continued, “Second, this particular young man in question isn’t worth three minutes of discussion, let alone three hours.”

The room fell silent, and I called for a heads-down vote on the issue. The result was clear, and I knew that the sorority had made a collective decision to distance themselves from the young man in question.

As the days turned into weeks, I grew closer to the women of Sigma Epsilon Xi, and I began to see them not just as students, but as individuals with their own strengths, weaknesses, and desires. And it was during this time that I found myself drawn to one of them, a sophomore named Kristen.

“Can I come in, Professor?” Kristen asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as she stood outside my office door.

“Of course, take a seat,” I replied, gesturing to the chair in front of my desk.

“Do you mind if I shut the door, at least most of the way?” Kristen asked, her eyes locked on mine.

“Not at all,” I said, watching as she closed the door, leaving a gap of two inches between us.

“What’s on your mind, Kristen? Is it boys or sisters?” I asked, trying to gauge her intentions.

“Actually, Professor, it’s both,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“OK, begin where you’d like,” I said, leaning forward in my chair, my heart racing with anticipation.

As I sat in my office, waiting for the last of my students to leave, I couldn’t help but think about Kristen Mitchell. Her athletic build, her bright smile, and her infectious laugh had captivated me in our previous conversations. I had to admit, I was intrigued by her problem with the young man she couldn’t get to notice her.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help,” I said, as I walked her part of the way down the hall toward the exit. “But if you want to talk about it later, I am free all afternoon.”

Kristen’s brightened up at the prospect of spending more time with me. “That would be great! Can I come back at noon, when your office hours are over? I’ll even take you to lunch. My treat.”

“As long as you let me pick the place,” I replied, a hint of a smile playing on my lips.

“It’s a date!” she chirped, her voice full of excitement.

As I watched her skip out the door, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction. It had been a while since I’d felt this way about a student, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

But as the morning wore on, I pushed the feeling aside and focused on my tasks. I had two students to meet with before lunch, and I didn’t want to be late.

But as I waited for Kristen to arrive, I found myself glancing at the clock, wondering when she would show up. And when she did, I was struck by her casual attire – a gray university sweatshirt and pink running shorts. She looked adorable, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my chest.

“I was on my way to the pool to get a workout in, and I saw you pull in,” she said, as she leaned against the wall, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Are you using me as an excuse not to go for your swim?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Well, sort of,” she replied, her voice husky. “I guess I needed to talk to someone I could trust who wasn’t one of my gossipy sorority sisters.”

We chatted for a while, discussing her problems with the young man she couldn’t get to notice her. I listened intently, trying to offer words of advice and encouragement.

But as we talked, I found myself growing more and more drawn to her. She was intelligent, funny, and beautiful – and I couldn’t help but feel a growing attraction.

“Thanks for listening, Paul,” she said, as she stood up to leave. “I feel a lot better now.”

“Anytime, Kristen,” I replied, smiling at her. “I’m always here to listen.”

As she left, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. I had enjoyed our conversation, and I didn’t want it to end.

But as I sat back down in my chair, I heard the sound of footsteps outside my office door. Kristen had returned, her face looking a bit pained.

“Oh, ow, ow!” she whined, wincing and grabbing her neck. “I slept wrong and my neck and back are out of whack.”

“Let me help you,” I said, getting up from my chair. “I’ll give you a massage.”

Kristen’s eyes lit up at the prospect of a massage, and she nodded eagerly. “Please, Paul. That would be amazing.”

I led her over to the chair, and she sat down, her back against the cushion. I stood behind her, my hands on her shoulders, and began to massage her neck and back.

As I worked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure. Not just in the relief of tension from Kristen’s muscles, but in the closeness of our bodies. I was standing behind her, my hands on her skin, and I couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction.

But I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand. I continued to massage Kristen’s neck and back, feeling her relax and let go of her tension.

As I worked, I noticed that Kristen’s sweatshirt had gaped open at the neck, and I could see all the way down her chest to her stomach. She wasn’t wearing anything at all under the sweatshirt, and one of her small breasts was plainly available to my appreciation.

I felt a surge of desire, and I had to remind myself to maintain a professional distance. I pulled my hands back, allowing the sweatshirt to drop into its original position.

“Mmmmmm! This feels so good!” Kristen sighed, her voice full of pleasure.

“I’m glad I could help,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

As I continued to massage Kristen’s neck and back, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure. Not just in the relief of tension from her muscles, but in the closeness of our bodies.

And as I worked, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if I took things further. If I leaned in and kissed her, or if I reached out and touched her skin.

But for now, I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand. I continued to massage Kristen’s neck and back, feeling her relax and let go of her tension.

As I worked, I noticed that Kristen’s sweatshirt had slipped down her arms, and her chest was exposed. I felt a surge of desire, and I had to remind myself to maintain a professional distance.

“This sweatshirt is getting in the way, isn’t it?” she said, reaching back and pulling it over her head.

“Yes, it is,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

As Kristen lay her head down on her crossed arms, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure. Not just in the relief of tension from her muscles, but in the closeness of our bodies.

And as I worked, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if I took things further. If I leaned in and kissed her, or if I reached out and touched her skin.

But for now, I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand. I continued to massage Kristen’s neck and back, feeling her relax and let go of her tension.

As I worked, I noticed that Kristen’s shorts were riding down, and I could see the top of her ass. I felt a surge of desire, and I had to remind myself to maintain a professional distance.

“I think we should continue this in my office,” Kristen said, her voice husky.

“Okay,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

As we walked into my office, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure. Not just in the relief of tension from Kristen’s muscles, but in the closeness of our bodies.

And as we sat down in the chair, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if I took things further. If I leaned in and kissed her, or if I reached out and touched her skin.

But for now, I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand. I continued to massage Kristen’s neck and back, feeling her relax and let go of her tension.

As I worked, I noticed that Kristen’s sweatshirt had slipped down her arms, and her chest was exposed. I felt a surge of desire, and I had to remind myself to maintain a professional distance.

But as I looked into Kristen’s eyes, I saw something there that made me pause. A spark of attraction, a hint of desire.

And in that moment, I knew that I had crossed a line. I had let my feelings for Kristen get the better of me, and now I wasn’t sure what to do.

I couldn’t shake the image of Kristen from my mind, her athletic beauty and captivating smile lingering long after our massage session had ended. As I sat in my office, trying to focus on the task at hand, I found myself replaying the events of the previous day. I couldn’t help but think about the way she had leaned back against me, her body relaxed and open, inviting me to explore every inch of her skin.

My hands had moved on their own, tracing the contours of her stomach, her waist, her breasts. It had all felt so natural, so right. And then she had spoken those words, “This massage is making me so horny.” I remembered the way she had looked at me, her eyes expectant, as if daring me to take things further. I had pushed her away, standing up and turning my back on her, trying to clear my head.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, Kristen. I want to so bad it makes me sick inside. But I can’t. I’m married. I love my wife. She’s been so good to me. It would be so selfish of me to break her trust and then eventually have to break your trust as well. Please understand. I am so flattered and grateful that you think of me like that, but I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay Professor. I’m cool with it. Cheating on someone you love is a big step. I think it’s sweet you didn’t just drop your pants and screw my brains out because I sure as hell would have let you. I would still let you. If you change your mind tomorrow or next week or next year, I will still let you. Now let’s go eat lunch, I’m starving!”

We had shared a long and leisurely lunch at the campus sub shop, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of students and sorority sisters. I had tried to focus on my students, answering their questions and engaging in conversation, but my mind kept wandering back to Kristen.

As I walked home that evening, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing. I had thought about Kristen all day, replaying our encounter in my head and wondering what could have been. But I had pushed those thoughts aside, reminding myself of my commitment to my wife and my marriage.

When Kay got home that evening, I was eager to see her, to hold her and to make love to her. And as we stood on the deck, sipping beers and talking about our day, I couldn’t help but think about Kristen again. But I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on my wife and our relationship.

“This massage is making me so horny,” Kristen’s voice echoed in my head as I thrust into my wife, feeling a rush of excitement and pleasure. But it was Kay who was beneath me, Kay who was responding to my touch, Kay who was moaning and gasping with pleasure. I felt a sense of guilt wash over me, knowing that I was thinking about another woman as I made love to my wife. But it was too late now, I was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure and the passion of the moment.

As I lay on the couch, holding Kay and feeling her warmth and her love, I couldn’t help but think about Kristen again. But I knew that I had to push those thoughts aside, to focus on my wife and our marriage. I knew that I had to be honest with myself, to admit that I was still thinking about Kristen and the way she had made me feel. But I also knew that I had to move forward, to focus on my wife and our relationship.

As I looked around the room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. The meeting was about to begin, and I had no idea what the night had in store for me. The sisters were gathered, all of them chatting and laughing, and I could feel the energy in the air.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand. The sisters were here to elect their new leaders, and I was eager to see who would be chosen. Kristen, one of the seniors, was nominated for President, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for her. She was a strong and confident leader, and I knew she would do a great job.

As the meeting progressed, I found myself getting more and more comfortable. The sisters were all so friendly and welcoming, and I felt like I was part of a special group. When Kristen was elected as President, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter for Sigma Xi.

After the meeting, I decided to head back to my apartment and catch up with Kay. She had been feeling a bit stressed out lately, and I wanted to see how she was doing. When I arrived, I found her sitting on the couch, looking a bit frazzled. I sat down beside her and asked her how her day was going.

“It’s been a long day,” she said, sighing. “I’m just glad to be home.” I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. “I’m glad you’re home too,” I said, kissing her forehead. “I was thinking we could order some pizza and watch a movie tonight. Would you like that?”

Kay smiled and nodded, and I could see the tension in her body start to ease. “That sounds perfect,” she said. “I love pizza night.” I laughed and stood up, pulling her to her feet. “Okay, let’s go order some pizza,” I said, leading her to the phone.

As we waited for the pizza to arrive, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Life was good, and I was grateful for the people in my life. But little did I know, my life was about to take a dramatic turn.

The next day, I was back at my office, preparing for another long day of teaching. As I sat at my desk, I couldn’t help but think about Kristen and our conversation the night before. I had been so caught up in the moment, and I hadn’t even realized what was happening.

Just then, the door to my office opened and Kristen walked in. She was wearing a bright smile and a pair of tight shorts, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. “Hey, Paul,” she said, walking over to my desk. “I was wondering if you were free for lunch today?”

I looked up at her, feeling a sense of trepidation. What was I doing? I was a married man, and I had just cheated on my wife with one of my students. But as I looked into Kristen’s eyes, I knew that I was in trouble.

“I’m free,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What did you have in mind?” Kristen smiled and leaned in close. “I was thinking we could go to that new sandwich shop down the street. I’ve heard great things about it.”

I nodded, feeling my resolve crumbling. “Sounds good,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Let’s go.”

As we walked to the sandwich shop, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. What was I doing? And what would happen if anyone found out?

When we arrived at the shop, Kristen and I ordered our sandwiches and sat down at a small table. As we ate, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt and shame. What was I doing? I was a married man, and I was betraying my wife with one of my students.

But as I looked into Kristen’s eyes, I knew that I was in trouble. She was beautiful and charming, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to her. I knew that I should stop, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“So, Kristen,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What do you like to do for fun?” Kristen smiled and leaned in close. “I love to run,” she said. “And I’m also really into yoga and hiking.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of interest. “That sounds great,” I said. “I’m also into yoga and hiking. Maybe we can go on a hike together sometime?” Kristen’s eyes lit up, and I knew that I was in trouble.

“That sounds like a great idea,” she said. “I’d love to go on a hike with you.”

As we finished our sandwiches and prepared to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. What was I doing? And what would happen if anyone found out?

But as I looked into Kristen’s eyes, I knew that I was in trouble. I was a married man, and I was betraying my wife with one of my students. And I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“So, Kristen,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Why don’t you come back to my office and I’ll give you a massage?” Kristen’s eyes lit up, and I knew that I was in trouble.

“That sounds great,” she said. “I could really use a massage.”

As we walked back to my office, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. What was I doing? And what would happen if anyone found out?

When we arrived at my office, Kristen and I sat down on the couch, and I began to massage her legs. As I worked my way up her legs, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and desire. I knew that I was in trouble, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“This feels amazing,” Kristen said, leaning back into my touch. “You’re really good at this.” I smiled and continued to massage her, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.

As I worked my way up Kristen’s legs, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and desire. I knew that I was in trouble, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” Kristen smiled and leaned in close. “I can tell,” she said. “You’re really good at this.”

As I continued to massage Kristen, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and desire. I knew that I was in trouble, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I finished the massage. Kristen sat up and smiled at me, looking beautiful and relaxed. “Thank you,” she said. “That was amazing.” I smiled and stood up, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.

“You’re welcome,” I said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Kristen smiled and stood up, looking at me with a sense of desire in her eyes. “I think I’d like to stay for a while longer,” she said. “Is that okay with you?” I looked at her, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. What was I doing? And what would happen if anyone found out?

But as I looked into Kristen’s eyes, I knew that I was in trouble. I was a married man, and I was betraying my wife with one of my students. And I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“Of course,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Stay as long as you like.” Kristen smiled and nodded, looking at me with a sense of desire in her eyes. “Thanks,” she said. “I’ll stay for a while.”