Patrick. Oh Patrick. Where do I begin? That's not what I call him aloud - I have to call him Dr. James, because Patrick is what his colleagues call him.
I'll never know exactly why I fell for him, or why I fell so hard. Of course I saw the ring on his finger. Of course I saw he was my superior. But I didn't care.
He isn't a handsome man, my Patrick. He is in his early forties now, almost completely bald except for the blonde bits that grow on the sides of his head, and he shaves those down. The stubble on his face too is blonde, and he has thick rimmed glasses which nearly hide his soft grey eyes.
His body, however, is lovely. He is tall and slender, his hands large with perfectly sculpted fingers, his skin is a beautiful cream canvas accross his body. His backside, further more, is perfectly round like a half moon, and firm like a man half his age.
Is it any surprise I dreamt of him? Is it any surprise that after the first night I saw him, my first class with the man, I went home and fingered myself all night thinking of that gorgeous body of his against mine?
That was in August. I knew I wanted to feel his hands all over me for real, to feel his hips against mine, to dig my fingers into his ass and rake my nails against his back.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
It was mid November, and I was only a sophmore in college, 19 years old and failing most of my classes. Patrick's class was Classical Literature, meaning we were covering
Greek and sometimes Roman and Helenic Egyptian works. We hadn't done much on mythology, as that's for another class, but Patrick wanted to touch on it a bit to give us some background in it before we were off to the next semester.
In a week we would be free to go home and enjoy our Thanksgiving vacation. Except I wouldn't be enjoying it; I was failing and terribly depressed.
Patrick's class was a night class, from 6 to 8:50 at night, the graveyard shift of college courses. This was not my first, nor my last of these, so I knew the perils that came with it. No one wanted to be there, not even the professor, and when it was over everyone shot out the door.
He'd just finished explaining that there was extra credit being offered and to see him after class. And hell I needed that extra credit!
At the stroke of 10 before, like a herd of animals, everyone was up and out, chatting and screaming, so glad to have the rest of their Thursday night off. All but me. And
Patrick standing at the front of the class.
"Yes?"
"Uh, Dr. James, I was hoping to get some extra credit?"
"Oh good! Are you free tomorrow?"
"What time?"
"2 in the afternoon."
"I should be."
"Okay, see me in my office then. I'll give you your assignment."
I nodded, throwing my bag over my shoulder and left. I needed these points badly, lest I get put on academic probation once more.
When I got back to my dorm, after I'd taken a shower and prepared for bed, I laid down and thought about Patrick. My roomate was down the hall, so I slipped my hand down my pants, finding the part of me that had grown moist at the mention of him. Thinking about his bald head between my legs, his tongue lapping against me, I came hard but stifled it so no one in the dorm would hear.
Another unfulfilled night.
The next day was bitterly cold, and the remnants of dead leaves were fluttering everywhere accross campus. The university was situated in an area that got the coldest
winters and hottest summers, so it was like living in hell any given time of the year. It was one of those days you would just want to stay in bed, or take a hot shower, or cuddle with a puppy or something.
Around 2 I found myself walking briskly accross campus, trying to make it to the box building Patrick's office was in, not even wanting to go now and instead wanting to take refuge in the warm library.
The building itself was cold too, the breeze coming in through the doors and freezing the hallways.
Patrick's office was at the end of the hallway. I ran and jumped inside the office, thanking God there was a small portable heater in there. Patrick was at his computer.
"Oh, good thing you stopped by!"
"What's the extra credit?"
"Well, it's a quick quiz. Just write down one of the mythological stories in summary. It's five points."
"That's it?"
"Yep."
He handed me a sheet of yellow legal paper, "You can go out in the hallway, I know it's cold but it's quiet out there."
I sat in the tiny desk outside his office. A summary of a Greek myth? Easy, Persephone and Hades. I'd always liked that one.
The bitter cold came in and nipped at my skin. Ah, must be her time with Hades right now.
I went back in and handed the paper to him when I was done.
"Ah, done already?"
"Yep."
"Good, let me see." he read it over, "Persephone. I'd always liked that one myself. Romantic yet sad. It's hard to pick between lovers and family isn't it?"
"Yeah, I suppose so." I said.
