Gina: Eng Lit 101
College life became all that Gina had dreamed after she met Ashley. Academically she shined, especially in Honors Intro. To Eng. Lit. taught by her dream man, the esteemed Professor Edward Fish. At the young age of 32, Professor Fish had attained academic celebrity. The good Professor was brilliant, charismatic, and handsome. He had been recruited by universities and pursued by woman around the world.
Some thought his success had gone to his head, but they were mistaken. He was born with his immense conceit. Ever since the age of four when he came to the startling and deflating realization that the creatures caring for him were sentient beings in their own right, Edward had been obsessed with proving his innate superiority to everyone and everything. He knew no doubts or guilt. Edward would stop at nothing to increase his ascendancy over others and no lead over competitors was wide enough. This obsession was the secret to his success. Edward was delightfully devious, repulsively magnetic and viciously charming. Everyone professed to admire him, except a recalcitrant few of those he had humiliated or destroyed, and even these suspected that the great Professor must have been justified.
The Professor had insisted that he himself teach a class for the best of the incoming freshman, a bow to the noble aspirations of pedagogy, and a great way to met smart, barely legal chicks. Gina would moon over the esteemed Professor performing for the class, but she quickly flushed and looked down in embarrassment when his penetrating gaze fell upon her. Her pulse raced and she could not speak. Her smoldering puppy love fanned to a blaze of mortification, and her face blushed with the searing heat radiating from her throbbing heart.
The Professor saw right through this sweet young thing and was amused and gratified by her obvious adulation. After all, why shouldn't she worship him, she was just a pretty, adolescent hick and he was the great Professor Fish, a leader of the intellectual world. Edward reveled in the entirely deserved veneration of this gorgeous young innocent. But Professor Fish did not check the record; he didn't recognize that Gina fell short of the state's regulatory limit for pussy prey at her tender age of seventeen.
Edward doled out abundant praise for Gina's first paper, an exposition on Spenser's Fairy Queen wherein Gina mourned the loss chivalric love in the modern world. She didn't believe any of it, but she thought it would please the dreamy Professor who had sung the praises of long lost chivalry in his lecture with equal insincerity. Though the Professor thought Gina's clumsy attempt at academics ridiculous, he appreciated her gorgeous ass and so he extolled her work. He called on Gina to read to the class from her paper—mistake.
Gina turned crimson from embarrassment. The mortified girl mumbled excuses, sweated, and sunk silently into her seat. She would have sunk right though the floor if she could have. Gina was horrified that Edward had spoken directly to her and was aghast that she had been asked to stand before the class and speak. Reading from the paper should have been just fine, it was trite freshman stuff, but it was a freshman class. Gina's anxiety attack was not just fine. The weird little girl had just shown everyone how weird she really was.
From Edward's perspective Gina's weirdness was better than fine; he liked his women neurotic and vulnerable. Unfortunately, Gina didn't show up at the next class, didn't show up when Edward invited her meet him at his office, and when she finally did come back to class, she sat silently in the back row trying to hide. For Edward the problem with all this was that he could hardly see Gina's beautiful face back there, and he got only the briefest glimpse of her perfect little ass when she got up to leave.
But Edward let her be; he would have her after all. He mentioned the shy beauty to his best fuck buddy, Ashley. She laughed, "I'm two steps ahead of you, slow poke. The babe is for your ass too." Then Ashley promised to 'give' Gina to Edward when the time was right.
Every moment Gina was not in class or studying, she tried to be with Ashley. Ashley was everything Gina wanted to be—self-confident, in control, and free. The happy girls would walk across the campus closely huddled, smiling and chatting as if the rest of world did not exist. They didn't hold hands, kiss, or overtly display romantic behavior, but the way they looked at each other set tongues wagging, rumors slithering, and jokes giggling.
Gina took to wearing jeans and a tee shirt everyday just like Ashley. She used her entire semester's clothing budget to buy a leather jacket and biker boots. Gina borrowed Ashley's mannerisms, prejudices, loves and hates. She tried to mimic Ashley's accent, an artificial blend of refined upper class east and antique, imagined Greenwich Village Okie. Gina soon gave that up because speaking Okie came too naturally. She heard in herself the hated yokels from back home.
Within the shelter of Ashley's lively brown eyes, protected by Ashley's acceptance, Gina at last discovered the exceptional world she dreamed of. Ashley, like Gina, was different from the others, but superior like Gina would prove herself to be. She longed to kiss Ashley again like that night on the dorm steps, but didn't. It wasn't lust; it was more like wanting to lick a lollipop.
Gina liked boys and was mildly repelled at the thought of lesbian sex. But Ashley was kind of like a boy, only prettier. Ashley in her leather jacket and biker boots was a softer, safer, smarter version of the motorcycle thugs with whom Gina had initiated her sex life. But after that first kiss, nothing so forbidden happened for weeks. Gina began to believe the kiss had really just been a sort of initiation dare, and that her love for Ashley was platonic and normal, not a lesbian perversion.
