It's been a week since the first chapter of my real life Choose Your Path journal posted on Lit, and about a week before that since I wrote it. A lot has happened in the meantime.
Hullo, and welcome to the second chapter of my autobiographical Choose Your Path story.
(To read chapter 1, please go
here
.)
The vote tally from Chapter Once pretty heavily favored MrZ...6 votes, all male.
One vote was cast for Dillon...also by a guy.
Interestingly, the only female to post a comment chose neither.
I wanted to see if the vote would split down gender lines, but with only one girl voting, that didn't work out so well. Maybe this time!
So, the vote is in, MrZ it is. Poor Dillon, he was so cute...so clueless. I was nicer than usual to him these past two weeks, which is just another way of saying I wasn't mean. He thought he was getting somewhere I think. Don't fret about Dillon though, there are plenty of cheerleaders around here more than willing to do the leg-wrap around his face, so he'll forget about me soon enough, if he ever thought about me at all.
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If you're new to this story, the main idea is this: at specific points in this 'story', I will offer you, the literotica reader, a chance to vote on the path I take in my own sex life. Yes, this is real life, not made up fiction. Why am I doing this? Because I want too. Because I'm a coward at heart and will always, always choose the safest road, and I want to have an adventure. If I really didn't want to do it, I wouldn't, but right now, this is the most exciting thing I've ever done, so I'm enjoying myself!
There is one um...caveat I think I need to put out there for you guys: Like I said, this is real life. I can't exactly promise you that this will actually go anywhere, and even if it does, I can't say how long it will take. I'm not exactly going to rush myself. So things aren't going to go according to a script or outline 'cuz there isn't one. So while you get to read about my little journey of sexual discovery, things might not work out the way you'd like. I guess that's the risk we're all gonna hafta take.
Moving on...
Right now the erotic side of my life is divided into two parts. One part involves MrZ, so I'll fill you in on that first, then I'll tell you about a couple of new 'characters' that have moved onto the scene.
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MrZ
MrZ teaches literature. It's easily my favorite class. I'd look forward to it every day even if I wasn't crushing on my professor. I've realized over the last couple of weeks that totally I dig the older guys. Not ancient like Sean Connery or OLD like George Clooney...just older. But flirting has never been easy for me; add the stress of flirting with a professor and it jumps from 'causes mild anxiety' to 'holy friggin crap' impossible.
By the time Chapter One got approved here on Lit, I was pretty sure MrZ was interested, at least a little. Twice I caught him staring at me in class. Not the psycho 'I'm gonna rape you in the parking lot' stare, but the kind of look that makes your neck tingle and the palms of your hands go cold and sweaty. Then there are the compliments, nothing too overt or anything, just subtle little comments about my outfit that would mean nothing except for the look that goes with them. I had to take it to the next level. MrZ would never move beyond the timid flirt unless I gave him the yellow light to proceed with caution, and I quickly learned that I just didn't have the courage to do that face to face. I had to move it to a place I felt comfortable...I had to go virtual.
The opportunity came when he told the class we had to do this report on morally ambiguous characters as plot devices. After class I asked him if I could get his cell number in case I had any questions about the report. It was a weak reason, but the best I could do. Sure enough, he was only too happy to oblige, so while he was standing there and the rest of the students were filing out of the room I thumbed in his number and dialed it, so he would have mine, too. I could tell he was nervous...he kept glancing up at the other kids as they left. If some dude had asked for his number, or some other girl he wasn't interested in had, he wouldn't have cared one bit, so I knew he was into me.
I waited a couple of nights to see if he was going to take the initiative and call or text me, but he didn't. I knew I had to up stakes a little bit, but I didn't want to do anything that anyone else in class would notice, because that would just scare him off and ruin the whole thing. So the next day I wore a short skirt with a pair of bright red and pink undies underneath. I got to class early and sat right up front. The rest was easy, but my heart was thumping in my chest so loud I could feel it in my ears. I waited until we started our assignment and he sat back down at his desk, which was directly in front of my seat. I slid down in my seat just enough to give him a better view and let my legs part...not a lot, just enough so it wouldn't be obvious to anyone else. Then I put it out of my mind and went back to my assignment. A minute or so later I stopped writing and looked up just with my eyes so he wouldn't see my head tilt his way. Sure enough, he had completely stopped whatever he was doing and was blatantly staring!
Instantly I felt myself flush. I had to resist the natural reaction to snap my legs shut, and just held them there until he finally realized he'd been busted and looked right up at me. He looked away so fast it was almost comical, and turned bright red. I almost started to giggle and had to cover it by faking a cough. But as I watched him stare at my open legs beneath the desk top, I saw desire in his eyes. He was looking because he wanted me, and that was one of the biggest turn-ons of my life. It instantly triggered a PSAS attack, and I had excuse myself so I could take care of that privately...
When class was over I walked up to him and made conversation. He stammered and blushed, and then complimented me on my shoes. I don't know if it was just nerves or if he thought I was angry or what, but it was totally sweet and I could feel that familiar beating in my chest.
I didn't want to wait to long after that to talk to him, so that night I texted him on the pretext of asking him about the report. Here's the actual chat, typos and all, please be kind!. I changed his name, of course, to protect the innocent, but everything else is the real deal.
me: hey Mr.Z is it too late to ask you a question?
[It took like an hour for him to respond...I thought he wasn't going too]
MrZ: Hey Sara! No, it's not too late. Whtcha need?
me: Oh, good, I thought you old guys went to bed at like 8 :)
MrZ: HaHa. Only when we've been up late the nite b4 looking 4 our dentures.
me: Hehe. And here I thought they were real.
[After that we talked about the report & we got into a tiff about what is and isn't literature...I wanna use Black Company's characters and he doesn't want me too, boring stuff for you I'm sure :) So toward the end I turned it up a notch...]
me: so, do ya really like my shoes or do you just say that to all the gals? [cliche, I know, but I was tired!!!]
MrZ: Yes, I do, and no, I don't. I've always thought you have a cool sense of style.
me: hmm...so is it just the shoes or do you have an opinion about the rest of my outfit?
[there was a long pause here...like ten minutes. I started to fret and stuff]
MrZ: No...I think you're a cool dresser, you don't follow fads like most of the students.
me: Do ya have a fav?
MrZ: I think everything you wear looks great.
me: LAME
MrZ: Not going to let me off the hook so easily?
me: Nope
[another long pause]
MrZ: I think what you wore today was, um, cool.
me: Well you gotta pick another, I can't wear that again this week.
MrZ: Oh I get it.
me: It's about time:) Well?
MrZ: I really shouldn't tell you what to wear.
me: hehe, o cmon MrZ, you're not tellin me what to wear, you're just helpin me pick out my outfit. Ya know I need allz the help I can get.
