"I hear you, and all I can say is that I would do my best to walk away before it ever got to that."
"See that you do, and know that I will be extremely skeptical along the way. I still don't know what you seen in him that is so special."
"I know this will sound cliché, but I feel a connection with him. I know him inside and out, even the things he thinks are secrets to the world. And when we are together now, he seems to notice every little thing about me. And I have never been with a man who cares as much about how I feel as he does."
"You're right about one thing – that is uber cliché. I hope you are half as right about him."
"Me too. I do know that I will end up wondering about the 'what might have been' if I don't give it a try."
"Whatever. I can tell that I am not going to change your mind, so let me know how lunch goes. New subject, how's you Mom?"
With that, the conversation switched gears, and went until well after midnight. As she drifted off to sleep, she was reminded of how grateful shew was for Sasha. Although they weren't sisters, she was certain they had been related in a previous life.
The following morning, Jasmine's alarm was routinely annoying, but she resisted the allure of the snooze bar, rolled out of bed, and began to get ready. She had settled on a royal blue dress which stopped just below her knees, and the aforementioned hot pink thong. Her shower took longer than usual, as she spent extra time shaving, making sure that there was not a hair to be found anywhere south. Although she had waxed recently, she took no chances, and lathered her entire groin. As she carefully guided the razor over her vagina, she remembered the first time Clark had touched her "naked", and how erotic it had been for them both. She had surprised him with it, arriving in his office before classes one morning wearing a summery dress. As the door closed, he hugged her from behind, and she responded by leaning back into him, while moving his hands to the hem, encouraging him to lift it. As his fingers moved inward, he was greeted by the smoothest flesh he had ever felt, and audibly gasped. It was the perfect tease, as they both had to be in class before it could go any farther. It was not Clark's best teaching performance, as the presence of a pantiless Jasmine was beyond distracting. One student had even commented that it was the first time they remembered Dr. Archer lecturing from behind the podium for an entire class. What happened after they returned to his office for "lunch" remained a favorite memory.
The morning seemed to drag, and Jasmine found herself becoming increasingly anxious as the clock slowly wound its way to noon. With the last patient of the morning cared for, she exited the clinic, and quickly made her way to the college. As she got off the elevator, her heart began to race. It had been years, but she instantly felt as if it had been just yesterday that she rounded the corner, shut the door to Clark's office behind her, and fell into his arms.
She found his office with the door partially open, as it usually was, but unoccupied. As she entered, the years slipped away, and Jasmine was struck by how little had changed over time. Clark's desk chair looked new, but everything else appeared to be just as it was when she first came to campus. His couch – a beat up relic from the 80's that had been with him since college – was there, still looking entirely out of place and time. Jasmine ran her fingers over the arm, warmly remembering the time spent in on – and bent over – it. She then turned her attention to a worn IU baseball hat on the top of his bookcase, and moved to investigate whether it was still as she left it. Sure enough, tucked inside the rim, was a neatly folded five dollar bill. It has been left for her, long ago, as she had often stopped by to ask to borrow money for lunch or a coffee. Clark found this endearing, and had never realized that it was her way of finding a reason to see him.
Clark's voice broke the silence, startling her; "I wondered if you would ever need a cup of coffee again, so I left it there just in case. You look as beautiful as ever, and the dress is amazing. Ready to eat?" Jasmine nodded, letting the double entendre add to the electricity in the air. The venue was understood; "Grassroots" had long been a favorite, and early in their relationship the two had discovered a booth at the back that was both cozy and private. Clark only sat there with her, and had long fantasized about renting the restaurant for an entire evening so he could dine with her, and after excusing the staff, enjoy her for dessert. Shortly after they were seated, Clark slid his leg over to her side, and enjoyed the contact unnoticed by any in the restaurant. The conversation was pleasant and full of laughter, and looked to the entire world like an initial date that was going well.
Jasmine received an unwelcome page from the clinic just as the server was discussing their dessert options, ruining any plans for a return trip to his office. They left soon after, and walked back to the front of the college. There they enjoyed a hug that lasted a moment longer than friends share. Just as he was about to enter the building, Clark he kissed her on the cheek, and produced a pink envelope from his suit jacket. As he pressed it into her hand, he whispered, "You should probably read this after clinic. I hope you enjoy it."
Jasmine felt her face flush from the kiss, as she was unprepared for the public display of affection, and hurriedly walked back to her office. When she sat down at her desk, she was out of breath, anticipating the contents of Clark's card. She opened the envelope carefully, knowing that she would be both saving and savoring it for a very long time.
Inside she found a carefully folded handwritten note:
Jasmine,
Since you seemed to enjoy my words so much last time, I thought I would try going a little "old school". There is something about the act of putting pen to paper that makes it feel more personal...
For starters, I think about you constantly. You are the focus of my fantasies, and trust me when I say that there are more than a few. And while my imagination wanders, now that you are back, I am becoming almost obsessed with touching you...
As she continued reading, her body shook uncontrollably, as she experienced everything he wrote as if it were actually happening. She quickly stood up, removing her soaking wet panties in one fluid motion, and returned to her chair to finish what he had started. It took less than ten seconds of furious rubbing to produce the desired climax, and she struggled to swallow her moans to keep from sharing her release with the entire clinic. Once the waves of pleasure subsided, she made good use of the office sink, and put on the more conservative underwear she had tucked away for just such situations. Straightening her lab coat and checking one last time in the mirror to make sure she wasn't too flushed, Jasmine walked out of her door to begin seeing patients. She was as efficient as she had ever been, and quietly congratulated herself for not returning to her office for a repeat performance every time she walked past her door. It would have been easy to slip away for the necessary five minutes, but she had her sights set elsewhere, and once her mind was made up, she could keep her lustful desires at bay. For a time.
As she drove away for the day, Jasmine wondered why Clark's words were so powerful. Other men and boys had shared their thoughts, but they had not moved her quite the way his did. She continued to ponder this as she made her way from the garage into the high rise.
