“Kung Pao chicken, sauce on the side…” It was him again. Lisa peeked around the corner to see the young man taking off his jacket and sliding into one of the red vinyl booths. Her father, who owned the Chinese restaurant, was taking his order today. He nodded, swiftly placed a pot of tea on the table, and swiped the remaining three teacups. The young man always ate alone.
Lisa had been watching him for weeks now. He was one of the young professors at the nearby university. She believed he taught Mathematics, from the intimidating notes littering the top of his table; also, when she was going to her own classes, she sometimes saw him scuttle to the Math building. Being a Psych major, she never had him in class.
Her father burst into the kitchen, “Kung Pao…” and disappeared into the back room. As she absent-mindedly poured oil into the wok, she peered at the boy through the swinging doors. His head was bent in concentration, those scary-looking equations scattered on the table. Occasionally, he would run a hand through his ruffled brown hair. She was so in love.
Jack noticed her the first week he started at the university. Tucked into a small street, he found this Chinese place, and a girl who worked there who was… gorgeous. Her glassy black hair was always tied into a bun, held up with, appropriately, chopsticks, and she floated in and out of the kitchen. It didn’t occur to him to ask her out, but he came back – repeatedly, just to catch a glimpse of her. Perhaps twenty-nine wasn’t too old to have a crush.
Lisa’s father came out of the back room and sighed. He shrugged on his coat and said, much too casually, “Hey, I’m exhausted. Why don’t you lock up today?” Without waiting for an answer, he put a large ring of keys on the counter. When Lisa reached for them, he put his hand on top of hers. “No funny stuff. I expect you home by midnight.”
She smiled. “Thanks, Daddy.” She kissed him on the cheek, and he walked out the front door with a last wink. Lisa quietly locked the door behind him.
She had fantasized about getting this professor alone for a long time, but talking certainly wasn’t part of the scenario. She sighed. Chances were, she wouldn’t even get that far with him. Every other time she came out of the kitchen, he hadn’t even looked up. He was either utterly clueless or found her completely unattractive. She picked up the steaming plate of chicken and sauntered through the swinging doors. By god, she would be noticed tonight.
Knowing he would never make a move, Lisa felt bold and opened her shirt one more notch, letting a peek of lace show through. “Kung Pao,” she announced, leaning in front of him, then straightened up. For this game to work, he could never know she was playing. Tilting her head sweetly, she asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Picking up the pot of tea, she leaned over again, gently brushing his ear with her breast as she poured the tea. She doubted he even noticed anything, but she herself was getting excited. Leaning even closer, she breathed into his hair, “I’ll be right back.” Sashaying into the kitchen, Lisa smiled to herself. She may be a virgin, but she knew how men worked. He was no longer looking at his notes, and sat looking a bit stunned.
That was the most she could possibly hope for at this point. She wished to god he would have just grabbed her, kissed her roughly on the mouth, and shoved her onto the vinyl seat. Lifting up her skirt, he would have planted his knee between her legs, firmly pushing them apart to find an uncovered pussy, moist and hairless except for a fuzzy triangle. Pleased to find no panties, he would have grinned, “What a sweet little slut,” as she impatiently unzipped his jeans and put her hand around his hot, throbbing cock. She had never actually seen a hot, throbbing cock, but she had read in a romance novel that they did indeed throb.
In any case, thinking about him was making her throb herself, as usual. She pressed her legs together, but it didn’t help. In fact, it was only making it worse. “Oh god,” she muttered, squeezing her hand between her thighs and rubbing herself. She had to be quick. The gorgeous professor was waiting out there, probably wondering what was taking so long. He might even come back and find her like this! The thought was terrifying but was making her horny to the point of confusion. She quietly moaned and put her hand down her skirt, caressing up and down her dampening pussy lips. She thought about what it would be like, having those hands gripping her breasts as she rode him, fucking him, bouncing up and down on his cock in a frenzy, as he twisted her hair in his hands, pulling her head back…
“Lisa?” she heard him call. With a great strength of will, she took away her hand, and headed through the swinging doors. Trying to steady her breathing, she walked slowly to his table. He hadn’t touched his food. She didn’t care, she was just dying to get back and finish what she had started. She stopped suddenly.
“You know my name.” She was a little surprised.
