Part 4: The second assignment.
Sex with a stranger, sounded great, but I have never done it. I am introverted and I hardly knew where to start. I suppose I could go to a bar and try and pick someone up? Ugg, that was just not me. Would online sex count? Should I hire a prostitute? I worried about disease, safety, and ethics. I am not strictly against prostitution. It is a dangerous job for prostitutes. They risk arrest, disease, and abuse. I just felt unethical supporting that.
So, my assignment was to have sex with a stranger and I was worried of failing the assignment. It was two days since class and I was procrastinating. After my divorce, I did little in terms of dating. My partners have always been people that I got to know and like. So sexually, I would satisfy myself with porn, erotica, or my own imagination. Actively finding a stranger to have sex was fraught with difficulty.
However, fortune smiled upon me. I was at the super market, doing my one-stop shopping. Then I looked over in the coffee aisle and there was Alexia from class.
God, she was cute. She had on a tight fit t-shirt, short jean shorts, white tennis shoes. He hair was down and she turned looked right at me. I panicked a little, I wasn't sure how she felt about our relationship outside of the class. Would she want to acknowledge me?
"Hi," I said tentatively.
"Hi Eli." She replied. She used my name! It made me a little more confident she was willing to acknowledge our common interest.
"It's a surprise to see you here Alexia," I said smiling, "I thought you lived, I mean... Do you live nearby?" Then I felt super intrusive. I didn't want to be a creep.
"Yeah, I have an apartment close to here. How about you?" She asked.
"Yeah, my house is just down the road. Walking distance actually." This was going well.
"Do you have a little time after your shopping?" Alexia asked.
"Yes." I said trying to contain my excitement.
"Let's grab a coffee and talk about class." As she said that I couldn't believe my luck.
"That sounds great," I could feel myself getting aroused just remembering class and stood in disbelief for a moment. I agreed to meet her at the coffee shop in 20 minutes, and quickly finished my shopping, and made my way to the little coffee shop there at the store. She was already in line when I got there and motioned me to join her. I ordered a black coffee and she got some complicated coffee concoction. I offered to treat her and she accepted. We took our drinks to one of those tables where you sit in absurdly tall chairs.
Alexia sat and dangled her terrific legs. She was kicking her legs playfully as we talked.
"So you wanted to talk about class?" I asked.
"Yes, I just want to warn you that Ms. Tawnee can play with her students." She said outright.
"Yeah, I think that is part of the excitement for me," I replied.
"Right," she paused like she was searching for the right thing to say, "it can sometimes be pretty intense. Like Seth for instance." Seth was the guy in the gimp suit.
"Yeah, what was up with that?"
Last class Seth, wearing a leather/latex gimp suit, had his nose in the corner of the classroom. Ms. Tawnee introduced him as a naughty boy. I pretty much guessed that he had some serious submissive kinks and was enjoying himself. Alexia pretty much confirmed that, but also told me that she was part of the reason that he was in that predicament. I asked her to clarify, but she seemed to keep it vague, and then changed the subject.
"How is your assignment going?" she inquired.
"Terrible," I replied and proceeded to explain my misgivings of having sex with a stranger.
"And how are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm still working on it." She said looking away from me. "If, you don't want to have sex with a stranger, why not just say you did and write the essay."
"Lie? I considered it, but I lack experience. I don't think I could be all that convincing." I replied.
"I doubt you lack experience," she said playfully.
"No, I mean picking up strangers." I answered realizing she was just teasing.
"How about this," Alexia offered still looking elsewhere, almost as if she were expecting someone. "We could meet at Maxine's bar and pretend to not know each other? We hook up as strangers?"
That was a temptation that I couldn't resist, "Seriously, that sounds great. But you don't mind mixing pleasure with pleasure? I mean, that brings you into my deception for the assignment." I said trying to give her a chance to reconsider her offer, it seemed a lot.
"Well, if you would rather do it the fair way..." she replied playfully.
"No, no, I love your idea, but we can't just describe the same scenario for our essay, what are you going to do?" I asked.
"Well, if we do this, then I am pretty sure that I can complete the assignment." Alexia said, looking off again.
"Ok, When?" I asked.
"Does tonight work?" She asked.
"Sure, what time?" I said, a little to enthusiastically
"If you are there by 7:00 I will show up a little later."
God, I was excited. I was floating on my walk home. Alexia was so sexy, frank, and a little playful. I hardly knew anything about her, which made me feel like I wasn't really cheating on this assignment. She was conventionally attractive. I imagine in normal circumstances she could walk into a bar, come home with a stranger and complete this assignment without hardly a second thought.
As soon as I got home I put away my groceries, I cleaned my place up. She might say she'd come to my place if I offered. I showered, shaved, groomed myself. I put some nice casual attire and anxiously awaited until it was time to head to the bar. I hadn't felt this eager since a first date with my ex. That was 10 years ago.
I searched for information on Maxine's bar on my phone. I hadn't ever been there. It seemed like it was a well-known hook-up bar. I was a little anxious, but more eager. Honestly, I have been out of dating and hooking-up for so long that I would probably be a bigger anxious mess right now if it were not for Alexia's offer.
Traffic was not bad and I got there earlier than I intended. Inside was dimly lit, but not seedy. The bar was upscale. The rafters exposed the air circulation pipes, but in a chic industrial sense. There was a dance floor, and it looked like a live band might be setting up. It seemed I was there early in general. There were a few patrons, but it was pretty quiet for a hook-up bar. It was the middle of the week.
I looked around and felt a little like an awkward school boy at a school dance. I decided to get a drink and cool my nerves.
I sat at the bar and the bar tended was a pretty woman. She looked like young a fashionable pop country singer. She wore nice fitting jeans, a tank top that showed nice cleavage. She looked young and confident and I bet she did well on tips. I ordered a beer on tap and sipped and waited.
