C is for Co-Ed

 Co-Ed

Candace Carver was in a nostalgic mood. She blamed her husband; as a professor, college life was a constant topic in the house. Today, he was baffled by students in his class who seemed "disinterested in doing anything studious." 

Some people went to school to learn, but others were there for an experience. Candace and her husband were the former, so he failed to understand how someone could spend thousands of dollars to do anything but excel and work their asses off.

Getting ready for bed, Candace found herself surprisingly sympathetic. Her college experience involved late hours in the library, barely knowing her roommates' names, and having next to no social presence at college. It all paid off; she was working in the lab leading her own research team.

Any other night, she would say it was all worth it, but Candace could not help but wonder what it would have been like having a life in college. She was approaching the middle of her life now; her body was softer and full of aches, and her life had settled into an unremarkable routine. Reminiscing on the energetic, mousy young redhead with limitless possibilities at her fingertips, Candace imagined how different things would have been if she gave herself the chance to enjoy her youth and take new chances.

Changing into comfortable pajama pants, Candace spotted a t-shirt in a drawer with her husband's University name emblazoned on the chest. 

Her husband looked up from his book and smirked. "You look like one of the co-eds."

She laughed at the generous comparison. "Maybe if you add two decades of wear and tear." Oh, to return to a body unravaged by gravity and age.

"You look gorgeous," he assured her. He was a good man; at the end of the day, Candace could speculate on her what-ifs, but she was content with her life and the love of a good man.

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The first thing Candi noticed when she woke up was the plushness of the bed. It was a level of comfort beyond what a dorm bed could offer. Luxuriating under the comforter, her mind slowly stirred back to reality.

Her head was foggy. Maybe she was still drunk? Yes; slowly, memories formed and became real in her mind. Her roommate convinced her to sneak into a local bar the night before. It was so unlike her—or unlike who she was in high school. Candi remembered her choice to take more chances and welcome her fresh start in college, and risky partying was just part of that new mantra.

Rolling over, Candi realized she was not alone. The warm body sleeping next to her was a Professor—her professor. That was a surprise, but she could picture the way he looked at her so clearly in her mind. Clearly her freshman biology professor crossed her path at the bar and, well, one thing surely led to another. Maybe this would make things awkward, but if they both kept quiet, she could chalk this up to youthful indiscretion.

Slipping carefully out of bed, Candi looked herself over in an antique mirror. Her nude body was still slender and perky, her skin clear, and after a young life of feeling plain and unassuming, she was finally feeling sexy. Sexy enough for a professor to take notice, apparently.

Grinning, she found a college t-shirt draped on the nightstand and threw it on. She doubted that was what she wore to the bar, but her own clothes were suspiciously absent. She would ask him to find them on Monday.

Glimpsing the clock, Candi had slept through her first class, but it was Friday. What harm was there in celebrating her conquest with a long weekend? Sneaking out in just a long shirt barely covering her tight ass, she would claim her walk of shame back to the dorm where she planned to get some proper sleep to be ready for her sorority's house party.

There would be time to double down on her studies and focus, but for now, Candi was content living her collegiate life day by day and loving every minute of it.