Taking a break from classes and my teaching responsibilities for the day, I walked to the sea wall to eat lunch. A young woman was sitting where I normally sat, so I asked if I could sit near her.
She smiled up at me and said, "Sure. Why not?"
Thinking it a good idea to do so, I introduced myself as Jaxson Ballard and spelled it.
"New age parents", she correctly surmised. "My name is Layla Strong", she said and stuck out her hand leaning over to shake mine, "Nice to meet you."
"I don't think I've ever seen you before and I think I would have noticed."
"Oh, I'm new in town. Just came down for the fall term."
"So you are a college student?"
"Yes, but Bible College."
"What do you study there?"
"The Bible, silly."
"Is that all? I mean, that's not much of a college course."
"I know but my parents don't care. They think I'm not college material for regular college and all they care about is that I get married."
"So you are looking for a minister to marry."
"I guess that is their preference plus they think all the boys at the Bible college will be prudish enough to not turn their daughter into a slut."
"Hummm. So are you?" I asked smiling a bit and hoping I wasn't acting like a lech. I had been checking her out as she was me. She was hot enough to be a slut, but was not dressed like one. Her long dark brown hair had red highlights, her brown eyes were beautiful and her smile was to kill for. She also had a flirtatious way about her. Her dress was quite modest.
"Am I a slut? You're really asking me that!" she feigned offense.
I held up my hands in surrender. "No, not really," I laughed. "I was just playing with you. You look nothing like a slut."
"So I'm a prude?" She asked with a slight smile of amusement.
"I'd not say that but I do think you are, ummm, alluring."
She smiled and turned her head away. Then she turned back and said, "So am I luring you."
"Yes ma'am! You sure are."
"Why?"
"Several reasons, first, I can't imagine any normal man not finding you quite attractive. Second, and I don't mean this to cause offense, you are sort of flirty. And third, you are not involved at my college and I don't want a relationship with someone to begin with at college. I prefer to start out with some distance."
"Why's that?" she asked.
"Well, if it doesn't work out it sort of creates friction in the work place. There is enough friction already."
"So, you think we might not have friction?"
"Maybe, maybe not, but we'll never know if we don't find out. I'm glad I sat down even for this short time. I usually have lunch here, but my schedule is sort of messed up today, so I have to go back to work. Could I get your number, so I can call? I really will. In fact, I'll call you tonight right after I get out of class. More or less 9."
"I guess. Why not. You seem a good enough sort, but you have to promise not to turn me into a slut. My parents would be quite dismayed."
I stood, got my note book out of my bag and wrote, "Layla" and stopped. "So what's your number?"
"You have to promise first."
"Oh, scout's honor," I said, holding up my hand with the three finger pledge.
"Were you ever one of those?"
"Yeah, years ago."
"OK, then I believe you because you had to take the pledge to tell the truth, right?"
"Right!"
"Here, let me write it."
I handed her the notebook and she wrote her number in it.
"I'm not going to call and get that horrible beeping noise they give when you get a wrong number."
"No, I promise its real. Also, I'll be home, so I'll be there to answer."
"Then its a date. Call you tonight."
***
I was overwhelmed by him and had an odd desire in my chest and you no where. I'd liked boys before but he was different. Of course, for one thing he was not a boy. He was not very tall but quite handsome with sort of scruffy beard and not so much hair on his head. Plus unlike all the guys at Bible College, he was not just a college grad, he was a professor. Did that mean he has a Ph.D. Wow! That'd shock may parents.
I spent the afternoon running errands, and cleaning the house of one of my clients. That's what I do for living expenses. Doesn't pay a lot but it pays a fair amount and I get by on it.
About 6:30 I got home, fixed a bit of supper and ate and began to study. I was taking a couple of courses, one from the Old Testament, one from the New Testament, and one on writing research papers. At this point, the latter was mostly grammar, so I didn't have to work very hard. I did the exercises which are easy because I am pretty good on grammar. I read the parts of the books of the Bible assigned.
I probably shouldn't say that. All afternoon and even now about all I could think about was Jaxson. You should know that ever since puberty, I have had a problem. I have spontaneous orgasms. I can be doing nothing sexual and bang. Right now, I felt like I was gushing and tingling down there and felt on the verge of one most of the afternoon.
I've never been quite so taken with someone as with Jaxson. He did seem really nice. But I wonder what he sees in me. I didn't hardly wear much make up, so I must look a bit of a fright.
But he said he thought I was alluring. Did that mean sexy? Geez! Nobody ever told me that before. But, then, the boys I am usually around would be afraid to. Even the girls seldom referred to my looks. My church and the college frown on any talk of sex.
The big problem for me right now is, I can't stop thinking about him and I don't recall a thing I read. It doesn't matter because I'm pretty familiar with these parts of the Bible. After all, I was a statewide Bible drill winner.
I put the books aside and thought I'd watch a bit on TV. I turned it on and the show "Friends" was on. My Mom would have a fit if she knew I watched it with all the sexual innuendo and all, but I liked the characters and the humor.
Even during the sitcom I couldn't think of anything but Jaxson, so I couldn't remember the show when it was over. He looked good with his clothes on, his nice Van-Heusen shirt and dockers. He appeared to be in good shape— in fact, excellent shape. What bothered me most was my mind kept wondering what was under the clothes. What would his chest look like, his butt, his you know. Then it came strong, with shivers and quakes. I tried suppressing any noises but failed it was so strong and felt so good. And, it lasted a full two or three minutes. Wow!
Maybe I was turning into a slut, and he had nothing to do with it. I'll have to talk to Grindle tomorrow. She has a lot of experience with boys. I need to know if I'm getting perverted. I know Mom would think so.
Suddenly, the phone rang. "Was it time?" I thought and looked at my watch. "Nope! Must be someone else.
"Hello," I said into the phone.
"Hi, Layla, what's up?'
"Oh, hi Grindle, I was just thinking of talking to you tomorrow. What's up with you?"
"Oh, really. What about?"
"Well what did you call about?"
"Just calling. I was bored."
"So I met a guy today."
"Oh my," said Grindle.
"Yeah, I'll say."
"Where?"
"I was sitting on the sea wall day dreaming about whether I'd ever meet a guy I wanted to even consider a life with, and this guy comes over and asks if he can sit near me."
"And who is he?"
