When I saw him for the first time my breath had caught in my throat and my heart had palpitated. Sitting amongst the other professors he looked like a cat among pigeons. His 6'2 frame emanated raw sexual power and as he seemed to be teasing a blushing older female professor his sea green eyes crinkled merrily and deep grooves in his lean cheeks had dimples playing peek-a-boos on either side. His full sensuous lips pulled back in an open smile revealing gleaming white teeth which could be used for an advertisement. His chiseled nose and high forehead seemed a mark of nobility and the crown of auburn glory was marked with grays around the temples which gave him a distinguished air.
Suddenly he let out a bellyful of laughter and people around the room turned and smiled at him. It was then that I wanted to jump his long gorgeous bones. The older professor was laughing too and hitting him in a playful manner and the other fuddy duddy professors who generally are morbid mean brooders were eyeing him with warm approval. His charisma had blanketed the table and seemed to spreading around a feeling of well being around the university cafeteria in general.
Just then my Adonis-like boyfriend walked up to me with his food tray. Seeing my eyes on the red haired professor he said "Thatās the new archeology professor who will be substituting for Professor Calvin. But the word is despite his looks heās not into men or women just into ancient economic history."
"Really?" I muttered and made a mental note to go to the library and read up everything on it. Taking a seat at the adjacent table I heard his baritone voice wash over me like a dark warm blanket in a cold winter night.
He was in a deep conversation but at my movements on the next table his eye automatically fell on me. He tipped his head a bit at me and went back to his conversation.
There had been no looks of appreciation directed towards me and unlike most women it didn't bother me. I had reined in my looks by wearing baggy clothes and huge glasses which was quite unusual for a woman of my structure to do but I had reasons.
Back in high school boys couldnāt look beyond my 38DD breasts, clinched by a tiny waist and flared out hips. On more than one occasion an amorous teen wolf had pawed my breasts and whispered into my ear how he would love to invade and conquer my six footer proportions.
And on more than one occasion the guys who took me out came back to school the next day with a condition called the black eyed pea. Black eye for the black eye and pea for being squashed like a pea by my hammer fist.
By the last year of high school the boys naturally began to give me a wide berth. I was called the mean, frigid, brainy red haired Amazon.
I wore the badge with pride and while my friends lost their virginities in the backseats of cars and roach ridden seedy motels I satisfied my raging hormones with my fingers going up and down my clit.
Now in the second year of my college I was still a virgin even though I had the most gorgeous man as my boyfriend. We had met outside the library. His looks had made me tongue tied. His mop of burnished blond hair fell casually over his high forehead and when he smiled a dimple seemed to dance on his left cheek. Brown eyes sparkled with laugher and were complimented by sensual lips that always had a mischievous smile playing on them. However his striking looks were marked by a broken nose which apparently he got playing football. We had started talking and realized that we had the same likes and dislikes. Our outlook towards life was the same and we had taken up same courses to major in. We were together all the time. People called us soul mates like Beauty and the Beast. And I was the beast incase you were wondering. But there was that one big hitch .We did the whole heavy petting and panting thing but he never wanted to go all the way and I didnāt press the issue.
However, I have seen him take sidelong looks at the quarterback Patrick. And the looks had been pretty long and glassy eyed with his mouth slightly open. It gave me the sneaky feeling that someone wasnāt too sure of his sexual orientation. It was then that I realized that I was used as a shield to keep hungry women at bay despite the fact that we enjoyed each otherās company immensely. As a result of this revelation I stopped making sexual advances towards him and he didnāt seem to miss them. We became best friends under the guise of boyfriend and girlfriend so it wasnāt as if I was planning to be unfaithful.
Pulling myself out of my reverie I studied the professor and decided to launch an all out assault on him. I decided to take an indirect approach. Putting on a sweet smile I turned and tapped on Professor McCormickās shoulder.
"Hi Professor - how are things?" In the last semester we had gone on a few digs with the Professor so he knew me well.
"Ah Katie how are you?ā He smiled in recognition
The Professor was a good natured man, so engrossed in the past that many a times the present seemed to not exist for him and his wife in a slightly miffed tone said that his passion for discovery was her bane. But he was the best in his field, recognized as far as Oxford.
Taking my glasses off, I trained my violet eyes on Professor McCormick. He blinked under their sparkling effect and clearing his throat introduced me to the hot new professor āKatie this is Professor Dan Metellus. He will be teaching your class Far East trade routes for the yearā
āYummyā I thought looking into his baby blue eyes. I gave him a demure smile and said āIt would be nice to hear your views on the impact Mongolia had on Europe due to the Silk Route, Professor.ā
Raising his eyebrows he grinned at me and said āProfessor? My dad is called that. Call me Dan.ā
He shook my hand in a firm masculine grip ,watching my hand disappear into the fold of his fingers I wondered what it would be like to have my whole body enveloped in his arms and feel his warmth seep into my skin.
A disapproving sniff pulled me out of my fantasy. Dr Louise Beard apparently didnāt like Professor Metellus being on familiar terms with his students.
Dan however smiled and patted her on the arm and said āCome now Lou Iām just ten years older than her. And I like to be on familiar terms with my studentsā
āLou! No one dared to call that cold hard hag by that name.ā I thought and gaped at him
She smiled and said āItās Louise but Dan you can call me whatever you wantā
I couldnāt believe my ears that old witch wanted to get into his pants as much as I did.