September was a hot month. I had decided last year to go back to grad school. I wanted to round out my education with an MBA from a prestigious school. My wife was extremely supportive of my decision to go back to school. I could never have done it without her support.
The sun was blazing on Saturday morning, and the campus looked like a ghost town...not a soul in sight, and no maps anywhere. I was five minutes late for my accounting class.
I faintly remember the location. "Ah, a familiar face." I quietly uttered to myself. More like unfamiliar bare midriff! I think her name is Lisa. She had this straight reddish hair, and porcelain white skin. I was surprised she hadn't been burned like a steak on a grill in this atmospheric BBQ.
"Do I know you?" I asked Lisa.
"Yes. We met at orientation. Lisa Smith"
"Now I remember. Hi, I'm Raj. Raj Nayak. Are you here for Accounting 400?" I asked.
"Yup. You heading in?" she asked.
"Yeah."
We both headed into the crowded class and found seats next to each other. The class dragged on, but I couldn't keep my eyes off Lisa. She was so different from anything that I was used to---the creamy skin, red hair, freckles, blue eyes. I was extremely intrigued and curious, but I was subtle about it. Lisa was not so subtle. I could tell she was very curious about me too. She kept glancing over at me---at my dark skin, my goatee, and almond-shaped eyes. She also stared at my defined biceps and at my buns. I knew she was intrigued by me too.
I'm sure her upbringing was similar to mine. We were both from very conservative households, which meant that we exclusively dated and consorted with people of our own ethnic group. I had followed my upbringing, and married a traditional Indian wife. I also knew that my loins were stirring as I examined Lisa, and I knew she wondered about how my lips would taste against her soft full ruddy kisser. All the indoctrination in the world can never kill curiosity and desire. Add in forbidden fruit and you have a recipe for some seriously hot fuck sessions. Her bare pink leg rubbed mine. I rubbed back.
The class ended. We were both thoroughly bored out of our skulls. I took a chance...
"Lisa, I have a feeling this class is gonna suck. I should just drop it. I've never had accounting." I said.
"Don't worry. I'll help you. The first homework is due next week. I can help you." she replied.
"Are you sure? I don't want to trouble you or anything." I lied.
"No. No trouble. Why don't we meet at the library tomorrow?" She suggested.
"Great. That sounds good. I'll see you at noon tomorrow."
"See you then." Lisa replied.
I desirously examined Lisa's hot ass as her buns attempted to wiggle out of her dark shorts. I imagined so many wonderful things. I had not desired a woman like this in years. She turned back and smiled. I smiled back...
Sunday morning arrived.
I could barely sleep. I wondered about Lisa's every curve, every crevice. Her pink full breasts covered with red freckles. I wondered how her lips tasted, how her hair smelled, how her skin felt. It was too much to bear. The combination of the guilt of infidelity added with the fundamental desire was wrenching my guts. Cultural values are powerful, but there are certain curiosities and desires that can never be surmounted. I think it's true that men have to spread their genetic material. It's basic to the nature of men to plant their seed in as many fertile fields as possible. Nature always overcomes nurture.
I pulled into the parking structure and walked to the library. Lisa was waiting for me at the entrance.
"Hi Raj. Thought you might not make it."
"No. I really need the help. I can't afford not to accept your help!" I replied.
We found a nice table in the corner and we began at chapter one, covering all the concepts that had in fact been a breeze for me. I had written annual reports for various companies, so it was all a breeze. Feigning ignorance was difficult at first, but, the act got easier as thoughts of conquest danced in my mind.
Lisa was truly a beautiful creature. In our culture freckles were considered odd and downright ugly. Red hair was deviant. Almost unnatural. Like some sort of genetic fluke. These were the ideas that had been permeated into my impressionable mind over many years in subtle doses of indoctrination. All carefully done so that I would not stray to another person of a different ethnic group. I'm sure that Lisa had also been indoctrinated---her parents may have conveyed to her that associating with non-whites was not acceptable. To find a person of a different race desirable was not natural.
So much for indoctrination.
