Simon Says: So this is a longer story, takes awhile to get started and has little in the way of actual sexual stuff in this chapter, just several erotic scenes. If you are looking for a quick fix then you might want to move along.
While this could be considered Mature, I put it in Romance as that is more of what is intended.
I plan to have a few more chapters on this one if it seems to be of interest to others. This is a work of fiction and the characters are only loosely based on real people, who cannot be identified. :) Happy reading!
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Finally I was able to sit down. I wrapped my fingers around the ceramic coffee cup, feeling the warmth spread across my fingers. I sighed and smiled, enjoying how it somehow spread throughout me. My eyes closed and I nearly went into one of those odd states of Zen, where everything is blocked out and all is inwardly quiet. Well, I was nearly there until I heard "Dr. Hamilton!" from somewhere behind me.
I glanced back and looked among the faces until I saw a set of excited eyes just above a pretty smile accompanied by an enthusiastically waving arm. Jennifer. . no. . Janie. . Jessica! That's her name. My mind was working overtime trying to remember how I knew her, where and under what circumstances. . and whether I had failed her. Well likely she wouldn't be smiling and waving if she had failed my class. Well unless she is into that kind of thing.
Nope, I remember. VERY good student. Everything was turned in like three weeks early. Always exemplary. She sat in the front of row of class, nearly leaning forward as if she was hanging on my every word. I am pretty sure I am not that fascinating. I think she was just programmed that way.
I smiled and waved back. As if that was the invitation she was seeking, the young brunette wearing a . what is that. . a kind of beret of sorts . . wove her way through the tables and chairs, seemingly placed without much thought to order, to where I was sitting. Nice work on the obstacle course there, Jess.
"Dr. Hamilton, it is so good to see you!" She began. I love young enthusiasm. I smiled and moved my hand out to shake hers "Great to see you too, Jessica." I was hoping that I had remembered correctly. She ignored my hand and leaned in enthusiastically to give me a hug in my seat. My outstretched hand ended up on her side, fingers resting against the soft fabric of her coat. My thoughts raced for about a second, but then I remembered that I was in my forties and she was definitely not in her forties.
Don't get me wrong, no one likes warm embraces from pretty women more than me, but it threw me off-kilter. I tend to avoid anything of the like while students are still my students. I rarely accept Facebook "friend" invites until students graduate, and by then they usually forget about me. Jessica had moved out of that student role so it felt like we were in subtle silent negotiations as to how we should act towards each other. Well at least I was. She just was enthusiastically hugging me. Which I incidentally was enjoying. She finally let me go and stood in front of me, her smiling green eyes never leaving mine.
I cleared my throat trying to regain composure after the unexpected hug. "What has it been, three semesters?" She cocked her head a moment, biting her lower lip, her eyes concentrating on nothing in front of her while she ticked off the time in her head. My, that's pretty adorable. Finally she shook her head and smiled as she held up four fingers. She kind of shifted back and forth on her feet as she held her mug in front of her.
I shrugged at my not getting the years quite right and then sat for a moment while I considered how this was going to play out. Should I invite her to sit down? Or should I just continue on in a casual conversation while she stood? Most of my students graduate and end up at other places as they move on with their lives. Jessica was an anomaly as she apparently remained local. This didn't have a lot of precedent for me so I was kinda at a loss. Eventually after much inner wrangling I decided to go ahead and do the polite thing (or at least the thing my grandmother would be happy with me doing) and waved my hand in front of me offering the seat across the table "Care to join me? I would love to hear about how things are."
She smiled her winning enthusiastic smile again and nodded as she sat her cup on the table and removed her pink pea coat. She quickly slipped into the seat. Does she do anything slow? She then slipped her hat thing off . .definitely a beret. . . and finger combed her hair a bit as if to get it looking correct. She tucked several strands of hair on the left side behind her ear, finally settling her green eyes on me now that all was seemingly exactly the way she wanted it to be.
I watched the whole thing kind of mesmerized. Its as if she was executing a system, some sort of process. She moved as if she knew exactly what the next step was going to be as if she had done it the same way each time. Wait, one more step in her plan: she picked up her mug and intertwined her fingers wrapping her hands around it and finally taking a sip of the steaming beverage. Tea? That's hot tea I smell. Her eyes closed briefly as she savored the taste, or the warmth, or both. That's contentment, maybe even her own moment of Zen. Now she looked ready to continue. I remember Jess well now. I couldn't help but smile as I watched this dance unfold. Kind of fascinating.
Jess was the girl who bounced everywhere she went. And I am not talking about the pervy kind of bounce your mind might have immediately went to. Nope. She was always moving. And fast. With kind of a happy step. She hugged everyone. She smiled all the time. She wore bright clothing that matched her bright expression. And her happiness was infectious. And I felt warmth spread as I apparently caught it too. I silently thanked Jess.
"So how is the semester going for you?" She smiled as she talked. Her perfect teeth gleamed, her hair perfectly framed her face, long wavy locks cascaded in layers. Her skin was so fair and such a contrast with her slightly darker hair. Like porcelain. Well not quite, maybe more like a creamy softness. She is young. You are not. I occasionally needed that reality check. "Very well. Same course load as usual."
She was listening so intently as I droned on briefly about my courses. Her eyebrows raising to show she was listening. "Well almost the same as usual" I continued. "I don't have any students like you this semester," I added with a slightly cheesy wink.
She laughed "I know I was a handful! Always needing to know every detail of every expectation in the first two days of class!" Then she smiled "I probably should apologize!" Her eyes were sparkling again.
I can play this game. I am not sure if she was seeking a compliment but I didn't mind giving one. "Please! You were one of my best." I leaned back and took a sip, taking advantage of a pause.
