The Major Diaries

Jon Major has always enjoyed the company of women. In the series

Caught!

we saw Jon as a college student whose heart was broken repeatedly by girlfriends who were unfaithful. The Major Diaries tells the story of Jon when he's older and wiser - and determined to be with as many beautiful women as possible without risking betrayal. How well does he succeed? Chapter 2 shows how Jon meets a girl unlike the ones he usually pursues. All characters are adults over the age of 18

The Major Diaries - The Girl Who Craved Attention

Another semester. Another crop of hot girls.

Jon had two boxes of liquor bottles in the trunk of his car. He was hosting a party for his students, and he wanted to have whatever type of booze they liked. It was top-shelf stuff, including the brands of tequila, vodka, and rum favored by college students. There was a bottle of Jon's favorite bourbon. The students seemed pleased that their teaching assistant invited them to his apartment. Most of them confirmed they'd attend.

Jon was especially glad that the girls he liked most said they'd come. He'd been watching his female freshman students to decide which ones he'd invite on dates as soon as the semester ended and he was no longer their teaching assistant. He was only four years older, but the difference between an 18-year-old freshman and a 22-year-old grad student was a big one. It was even bigger with Jon, who'd grown up in a wealthy family that gave him every advantage. He'd traveled the world, experienced a lot, and benefitted from parents who'd raised him to have refined manners that matched his poise and intelligence. To the girls in his class, he seemed like a big upgrade from the boys they met in high school. But they didn't think a man so mature and worldly would be attracted to them.

They were wrong. Jon loved girls who had a lot to learn. He enjoyed introducing them to all kinds of experiences, from fine dining to kinky sex. He'd paid extra attention to the girls who interested him most. It wasn't like grooming, exactly, but Jon knew how to get a girl to like him. He'd cultivated the attention of several girls that semester, and his work was about to reap rewards.

The party would help him let some of the girls on his list know he was interested.

The trip to the liquor store was mainly intended to help Jon be a good host. If somebody wanted some particular type of cocktail, he wanted to have the ingredients. But he also wanted the girls to see that he wasn't the kind of guy who was satisfied with providing his guests with a keg of beer and some potato chips. He had a tray of hor's d'oeuvres from a caterer. It would seem pretty nice for a group of freshmen who were too young to order alcohol in bars.

Jon was looking at the bottles when he saw something interesting out of the corner of his eye. It was a particularly beautiful female calf. Reflectively, his glance moved up the leg to see well-turned hips, a crop top revealing flat bare abs, marvelous cleavage, and beautiful shoulders.

When he finally looked at her face, Jon saw that the young woman was staring directly at him. She'd caught him inspecting her body like a piece of meat.

Busted.

"I have to apologize. I am sorry," Jon said. "I don't usually stare like that. I wasn't thinking."

The girl just looked at him. His uninvited gaze startled her. She felt exposed in her leggings and crop top, which suddenly seemed very revealing.

"My mind was elsewhere," Jon said. "I guess I just have to be honest here. I wasn't expecting a beautiful woman to walk up beside me. I'm sure you could tell that I think you're very attractive. It was not my intention to be a jerk."

He seemed harmless enough. "Don't worry about it," she said. "You're fine. I guess I should consider it a complement, just not a very mature one."

"Yeah. That's me. Mr. Immaturity. God, I feel terrible. The last thing women need is to be drooled over by random strangers. I can honestly say this has never happened before. Usually when I look at beautiful women, I barely drool at all."

She smiled. It was easy to tell he wasn't some pervert. He was handsome. His clothes were expensive. He drove a hot little sports car. The trunk contained two boxes full of top-shelf liquor.

"Planning a party?" she asked.

"You see right through me," Jon said. "I've got a group of students coming over tonight. These are the refreshments."

"I see some nice brands in there," she said.

"I hope my guests agree. My name is Jon, by the way. Jon Major."

"Hi Jon. I'm Stephanie, but call me Steph."

"Nice to meet you, Steph. It would be great if we could start over."

She smiled. He didn't know it, but Jon had given Steph something she'd wanted all day. That morning she'd dressed to look a little more provocative than usual.

Her mother had always resisted the notion that Steph was old enough to date, and the result was that Steph felt lonely. Like any normal 18-year-old girl, Steph craved male attention, and she wasn't getting it. The girls she knew at school all had boyfriends who hugged and kissed them when the teachers weren't watching, and did a lot more in private.

It was maddening. Steph showered that morning and stood in front of her mirror as she toweled off. She thought she looked sexy, with nice firm boobs, a tight butt, and the legs and abs of an athlete. She wanted to be admired, and she wasn't fussy about who did it.

It didn't happen. None of the boys paid any attention. She felt invisible all day. Being ignored did nothing good for her self-esteem. She was feeling sorry for herself as she was walking home. Then, a handsome stranger checked her out like a meat inspector. Yes, it was a bit crude, but it was what she'd wanted all day.

"This looks like more than you can carry in one trip," she said. "Would you like some help?"

Jon was very surprised. She was a goddess. He'd acted like a slob. And yet, she was being nice. "That would be most welcome," he said.

They carried the boxes to his apartment. Jon led Steph to the kitchen and showed her where to put her box. He went to the refrigerator, removed a bottle of water, and offered it to her.

"You look too young to be a professor," Steph said.

"I'm not a professor. Just a student," Jon said.

"This looks pretty fancy for student housing," Steph said.

"I am very fortunate. My parents are very generous. At least, they are generous as long as I get good grades."

Steph made an understandable mistake. When Jon said he was a student, she assumed he was an undergraduate. That meant her estimate of his age was off by a few years.

Jon made a similar mistake. He assumed Steph was a college student because she looked like a mature woman. He couldn't tell she was in high school.

They spoke for a few minutes, and Jon invited her to his party. "It would be nice if you came," he said. "I've got more than enough snacks. And I'm pretty sure the beverages won't run out."

"Thanks," Steph said. "I'll try to come."

She left Jon's apartment, and he hoped he'd see her again. She was lovely. Like a lot of young men, when Jon met a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but wonder what she looked like naked. His imagination was hard at work thinking about Steph. She had some mysterious quality that aroused Jon's interest.

Jon got ready for the party, then took a nap so he could remain alert no matter how long his guests stayed. A knock on the door woke him about an hour before his guests were supposed to arrive. It was his friend Maxine. She'd agreed to come early to help get everything ready, but Jon had managed on his own, so they sat on his couch and talked about the semester that had just ended.

Maxine was a friend with benefits. Like Jon, she was a grad student majoring in French. They met a few days after Jon came to town, and they fell into bed almost immediately. Maxine liked men. A lot. She had no interest in monogamous relationships, neither did Jon, so it was nice that they could enjoy friendly sex with no strings attached.

One nice thing Jon liked about their relationship was that Max was so earthy. Like Jon, she wanted to have as many romantic adventures as possible while in grad school, and they enjoyed very blunt, honest conversations about their approaches to dating. Jon told her about the process he used to find cute young women to date, and Maxine was amused by his scientific approach. Like Jon, Maxine also taught freshmen French students, but she had no interest using Jon's approach to find bed partners.

"Those sweaty little boys don't interest me at all," Maxine said. "I like dudes who are older than me. Women like older men, men like younger women. I'm sure I could get any one of those little twerps in bed if I batted my eyes and twitched my butt. My taste runs to men your age or older. Do you know Professor Clarke?"

"Sure," Jon said. "Teaches French literature, right?"

"That's the one. I fucked him."

"Really? Isn't he married?"

Maxine laughed. "Married men are the best. They've been fucking the same woman for so long they are desperate for fresh pussy. He gave me a great ride."

"Aren't you worried you'll get him in trouble?"

"Nah. He's smart enough to avoid getting caught. I have to make sure I don't wear perfume, because it would be hard for him to go home and explain to his wife why he smells like a chick. We're just having a little fun. No one has to know."

"I'm shocked. Shocked!"

"Those are brave words from a guy who's set up an assembly line for having his way with girls who are barely old enough to vote."

"Fair point. I guess we're both just sluts," Jon said.

"Damn right," Maxine said.

The first guests were dressed better than Jon expected. These were undergraduates. They considered jeans to be formalwear. But they cleaned up for Jon's party.

There were three girls who were on Jon's list of potential dating material, and they were all dressed in sexy, stylish outfits that made them look older than their age of 18. Jon hadn't done anything improper, but they could tell from the way he acted that he was attracted to them. They dolled themselves up for Jon, and he knew it.

Like a good host, Jon mingled with his guests. They were surprised that he had such a nice apartment. They knew he wore expensive clothes and had a great car, but it was a surprise that a grad student could afford a nicer place than a lot of the full professors. It was increasingly obvious that Jon's family had money.

One of the best-dressed students was Ginger Laurent, who was at the very top of the list of girls Jon wanted to pursue this semester. She was gorgeous, she knew it, and she made sure everyone else knew it, too. Unlike most of the other girls at Jon's party, Ginger wore a dress instead of slacks or a skirt. It was held up by spaghetti straps that displayed a generous amount of cleavage. The hemline was short enough to make it impossible not to notice her long, shapely legs. Her hair and makeup were perfect.

"Hi Ginger. Could I show you something?" Jon said.

"Sure," she said, smiling sweetly.

He led Ginger to the master bedroom. "There's a little balcony out there," Jon said, opening a sliding glass door and directing Ginger to sit in one of his patio chairs.

"Wow. This is nice," Ginger said. "You can see most of the campus from up here."

"The view is what sold me on renting this apartment," Jon said.

The sun was down and the sky was beginning to get dark. She was aware of how much she enjoyed sitting in such a nice place and having a cocktail with such an attractive man. Jon asked Ginger how her other classes had gone that semester. He already knew; he'd used his access to the university computer system to determine that Ginger had earned As in every class. The only reason he asked was because he'd already planned how to begin the little speech that would end with him asking her out.

"I'm not surprised you got such good grades. You're the brightest student I had this semester. The essays you wrote for me were perceptive. Insightful. I realized early on that you are an interesting person. I thought I'd like to know you better."

Jon had used this exact pitch to get three women in bed - so far. He hoped Ginger would be the fourth. She smiled when she realized he was about to ask her on a date. Ginger thought the evening was going better than expected. She'd been attracted to Jon since the first day of class, and she'd gotten the sense that the attraction was mutual, but she hadn't imagined that a suave, sophisticated older man like Jon would want to be with a freshman girl.

"It's been hard for me to wait for the semester to end so I could tell you how I feel," Jon said. "I don't know if this interests you, but I'd love it if I could take you to dinner sometime."

"That would be very nice," Ginger said. "I'd like that."

They set a time and date, and Jon described a Thai restaurant he liked. It was a nice, fancy place that he expected Ginger would enjoy. "Do you like Thai food?" he asked.

"I like everything. Well, almost everything," Ginger said, smiling sweetly. The conversation made her feel good. She'd had very little luck dating since she got to college. She'd gone out with a few boys, but they were loud, immature, and much too fond of dirty jokes. The idea of kissing any of those knuckleheads repulsed her. She thought she'd enjoy kissing Jon. Maybe her dry spell was ending.

"I'd like to sit here and keep talking with you, but I'm being a bad host by ignoring my guests," Jon said. Before leaving the balcony, Jon took Ginger's hand and gave it a chaste kiss. It was so unexpected, and so gallant, that Ginger swooned a little. No man had ever kissed her hand.

As Jon resumed mingling, he noticed an unexpected guest. It was Steph, the girl who'd caught him leering at her earlier. He'd invited her to the party, but hadn't expected she'd accept an invitation from a man she'd just met.

"I thought you were a student. They tell me you're a teacher," she said to Jon.

"No. I'm a teaching assistant. It's part of the requirement for grad students. Most of the actual teaching is done by the faculty."

"What is your major?"

"French. French language and history. Working on my masters."

"I'm taking French," Steph said. "It's my hardest class. I get As in every class but French. I can barely get a B."

Jon began to realize that Steph wasn't a college student. She was in high school. He'd thought she was older because she looked like a mature woman. He was disappointed. It was silly, because the only thing he knew about Steph was that she was beautiful. There were three female college students in the room who were gorgeous and were much better prospects, but Jon was disappointed anyway.

"Most high schools do a dreadful job teaching French," Jon said. "Very few students learn anything useful. I'm surprised anyone learns anything at all."

"I wish I'd taken Spanish. I'm not used to feeling stupid in a class."

Jon understood. Many students had the same experience as Steph. It wasn't her fault. For reasons that baffled Jon, high school foreign language classes were almost always taught in a way that guaranteed failure and frustration. The problem is that schools don't start teaching foreign languages until it's too late to learn them.

Back in the 1950s, scientists learned that the human brain has an area devoted to language acquisition. It's the reason babies acquire language with no study. But the area goes dormant when you reach puberty. After that, it's almost impossible to acquire useful foreign language fluency, no matter how hard you study. High schools don't start teaching foreign languages until after it becomes impossible to learn. They may as well have classes to teach kids how to flap their arms and fly to the moon.

"I know exactly why you're having trouble," Jon said. "I know exactly how to fix it. If you like, I can help you."

Jon couldn't understand why he was offering Steph something that would allow her to see him again. He didn't have time to tutor a high school girl, no matter how hot she was. There were more than enough other girls to pursue.

"I'd love that," Steph said. "If I could get better grades in French, it would make it a lot easier for me to get a scholarship." She said she expected to get a soccer scholarship, but that the college she wanted to attend liked to recruit good athletes who were also good students. There was no other way Steph could afford college, so getting A grades was important to her future.

Jon was touched. Steph told him that she walked past his apartment building every day after school. He invited her to come by the next afternoon. "Bring your textbook," he said.

She seemed very happy about the invitation, and said she'd stop by. Jon thought it was silly for him to be so glad for another chance to see her, but that's how he felt. It wasn't practical for him to feel attraction to a high school girl, but the way she looked and carried herself made her seem much older.

Jon returned to mingling. Later, he noticed that Steph was engaged in some kind of deep discussion with Maxine. On occasion he caught them looking his way.

Later, Ginger left the party. Jon had hoped she'd leave early. He wanted to proposition another one of his students, and he didn't want to take a chance that Ginger would see what he was doing and realize she wasn't as special as Jon had said.

"Can I freshen your drink?" Jon asked Marcia, who ranked second on his list of potential lovers.

"That would be very nice," Marcia said. She enjoyed receiving attention from Jon. She'd gotten more than her share all semester, and they both knew there was a mutual attraction. Jon returned her drink and asked if he could show her something.

He took Marcia to the same balcony he's shown Ginger earlier. It was completely dark now. The lights of the campus were spread out beneath them. "It must be nice living somewhere like this," Marcia said.

"I am very lucky," Jon said. "I'm glad you like it. It would be very nice if things work out in a way that you spend more time here."

Marcia was surprised, but not for long. "I imagine that you can tell I have feelings for you," Jon said. "I've tried to keep that hidden, but it's been difficult. I know I'm not really a teacher, but I haven't felt free to let you know how I feel until the class is over and you're no longer my student. Everytime I read one of your essays I felt that I'd like to get to know you better. Would it be alright for me to take you to dinner sometime?"

Jon was very good at picking girls who'd be receptive to his overtures. Marcia accepted, they set a time and place, and Jon kissed her hand when they started to return to the party. Marcia wasn't satisfied with a kiss on her hand. She moved in to kiss Jon on the lips. It wasn't the kind of soulful, passionate kiss they'd exchange later, but it let Jon know Marcia was as interested in him as he was in her.

There was one other girl on Jon's list, Fredrika, but he didn't want to approach her while Marcia was still at the party. Still, things went very well. Marcia, Ginger and Fredrika all majored in very different subjects; this reduced the chance that they'd run into each other frequently, and perhaps talk about the fact that they were all dating the same man. Jon intended to make it clear to them from the beginning that they were in open relationships and free to date anyone they pleased, but he didn't want them to realize he'd pursued them all exactly the same way. It would serve no purpose. He genuinely liked all three girls, and he intended to make them all feel as special as they are.

Maxine sat down on the couch after the last guest left. She kicked off her shoes. "I'd say that was a very successful party, Jon," she said. "You were a good host."

"I tried to be. Kids that age expect to be served cheap beer and nacho chips. I don't think they imagined I'd have hors d'oeuvres from a caterer."