Many years ago I was attending graduate school and had become very close with a woman in one of my classes. Janet was single, very attractive and highly intelligent.

One Sunday evening, several months into the fall semester, I was doing some chores in my one-bedroom, on-campus apartment when I received a telephone call from Janet. The moment I heard her voice I realized that she was very upset. She asked me if it would be all right for her to come to my apartment. She said she needed someone to talk to.

When she arrived some forty minutes later, I escorted her into my living room, sat her down on the sofa and got her to start spewing her problems. We spent about two hours lost in deep conversation.

By this time it was already past one in the morning. I told Janet that I really needed to get some sleep because I had two classes in the morning. Janet expressed her sincere appreciation, and apologized for keeping me up so late. She then said that she was very tired as well, and asked if she could sack out on my sofa for the night. I gave her a spare blanket and went to bed.

When I awoke, I wondered if Janet had left yet. I put on my bathrobe, went out into the hall and looked around the corner. Janet was wrapped in the blanket, asleep on my couch. I quietly walked into the kitchenette and prepared breakfast. As I sat down to my coffee and eggs, I heard Janet call out, “Good morning.” I asked her if I could get her anything.

“Coffee would be fine,” she replied.

I brought some coffee over to the sofa. Janet sat up, the blanket falling from her body. My jaw dropped. Janet had absolutely nothing on. She nonchalantly sat next to me and took the coffee. Although I was quite astonished, I acted as though nothing unusual had occurred. My cock had trouble going along with me, however.

I walked back to the dining table, sat down and ate my breakfast. When I finished, I went to the sink and began to rinse off the dishes. I sensed Janet’s presence behind me. She handed me her cup. I took it from her, washed it and set it in the drainer. I turned to face her.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest. Our lips met. Still locked in an embrace, we moved over to the sofa and lay down. When my engorged penis protruded out from under my bathrobe, Janet said, “I see you’ve already raised the flag!”

“Thanks to you having sounded reveille,” I replied.

I did not make it to any of my classes that day.