Professor of Sexual Education

Something I get asked a lot is "what was your first expierence with an older man? You're barely legal yourself! How do you seemingly find your way into their beds, hearts and wallets?"
First of all, I'm done with the heart thing. But, a demure but truthful story about the beginning of Ath's "sexual education"

We were always close as student and professor, and I lacked a natural understanding of the subject. So he tutored me in what I didn't understand in whichever hours he could- whether in his office, at the library, or later saturday night at his apartment. At that beginning, I usually wasn't the only student around. He was also my honor society advisor, and one semester I took him for two classes, which meant I saw him everyday.
We ended up finding middle ground in loving mythology and bad movies. He had started a little weekly get-together for his students, and I spent my time watching cheesy sci-fi movies at the apartment and in risk or monopoly tournaments.
I had the oh-so-stereotypical crush on him.
A lot of his closer students came over to celebrate his birthday and of course, alcohol was involved, but only enough to make everyone feel more intelligent and uninhibited, not quite drunk. A lot of our comments in the classroom were on the borderline of inappropriate, and it didn't help that we were sometimes translating erotic poetry or just sexual myths in general. After drinking, our banter simultaneously became more direct and more pointed towards just each other. I left in a crush, and slightly embarrassed at what I'd said to my own professor.
I rearranged my schedule after that to not include a class with him for the next semester, afraid I'd been misreading him and also afraid I'd do something we'd both regret. And i figured as one of my society advisors, I'd still see him weekly, and I had a class with the professor he shared his office with.
So upon the first day of the new semester, I was getting an early start on a paper at the library and I saw him, and went and sat there, which ended up being an all night conversation that rerouted to the local late night diner, and then walking back towards our apartments, which were blocks apart.
So there, at the door of his apartment, he leaned in and I rather quickly returned that first kiss, and he put his arm around my waist and led me inside, offering to keep me warm. And the rest is, most obvious, but beyond my skill as a writer to capture.
Needless to say, it was great, it was a bit of a different education that I had previously received, and if you've ever read Catullus' poetry, I think I understand the sparrow a great deal more.