Nikolaus and Lauren had been friends for the last seven months. He had first seen her while standing at the side of the road viewing the passing Carnival revellers one sunny Sunday afternoon. He thought, yet again, how beautiful Jamaican women were but since he had already lingered on the island for over nine months he felt it was time to move on. There was just so much drinking and drug use and sun, sea, sand and sex that he could take in any one place. Next stop, Rio? Cancun? Home? He pulled the two women that he cuddled, one in either arm, closer and gazed at her and her friends dancing and laughing and enjoying their lives as they marched up the road.
It was a mild surprise when Nikolaus turned his television on that evening to see Lauren on the screen. She was being interviewed by the outside broadcast crew of a popular local station. She was telling the voyeurs at home what it meant to participate in the revelry. Nikolaus was charmed, she was obviously very friendly, and, based on the way in which she explained her experience, very intelligent as well. What got to him though was her voice. He had paid for sex on the phone from women who sounded like that. He had paid for sex from women who looked worse than she did. The off-camera interviewer said something to which she chuckled and Nikolaus felt his cock stir. At least he knew who he'd be thinking about while he fucked the two women with whom he'd spent the past four days.
"...Thank you Dr. Grant," the interviewer said as the beautiful woman on the screen looked directly into the camera, smiled a dazzling smile and waved at the viewers at home.
"Doctor? She's a doctor?" Nikolaus muttered to himself. "I'd love her to examine me."
Nikolaus didn't see Lauren again for four weeks. He didn't even remember that she existed until he pulled over to drop his 19 year-old lover off at the sprawling Mona Campus of the University of the West Indies. Lauren crossed the Ring Road along with several other pedestrians and disappeared into a building labelled the Inter-Faculty Lecture Theatre. Nikolaus' heart skipped a beat; his breathing sped up and his cock hardened instantly.
"Who are you, woman?" Nikolaus whispered after her. "Why can't I get away from you? Why do you affect me like this?"
He decided to follow her and found parking by paying a man to wash his vehicle until he returned. He entered the building in which he had seen the woman disappear, slipping through a door to the rear of the vast lecture theatre. He stopped short. The woman stood in front of the class delivering the lecture.
"Oh, so you're that kind of doctor." Nikolaus thought.
He settled into a seat into the back row and watched the woman work. Not surprisingly, she was great at her job. She was knowledgeable, had an easy rapport with the students and elicited their eager participation. Nikolaus sat mesmerized, listening to her facilitate a very interesting discussion about a case in strategic management. The two hours passed too quickly as far as he was concerned. He wanted to approach the woman to tell her how much he had enjoyed her session but she was surrounded by a flock of students, anxious to draw her attention to one thing or another despite the fact that she was trying to get them out of the room to make way for the incoming lecturer.
"Nikolaus, what are you doing here?"
Shit! Nardia was in this class!
"I came to see you, baby," Nikolaus lied smoothly. "I missed you. I was miserable...I had to see you...makes me know how much I love you now."
The girl giggled. She ran up to hug him. She groped him and he had to pull away before anyone, especially the good doctor, noticed what she was doing. It took some persuasion to convince her that he didn't want her to cut classes for the rest of the day to be with him.
Nikolaus was careful to notice the direction in which the woman headed when she finally emerged from the lecture room. She was dressed in a comfortable African-inspired cotton pantsuit. Her dreadlocks and bold jewellery hinted at the soul of an artist rather than at the brilliant academic that she apparently was. He walked with Nardia to her next class and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before promising to pick her up when her day was done. Then he went in pursuit of the woman of his dreams.
It took him only half an hour to track her down and present himself outside her office. His heart pounding, Nikolaus berated himself for not preparing a plausible pretext for his visit. For some reason he decided that she might appreciate the truth. Nikolaus rapped at the door.
"Come!"
"Dr. Grant? Do you have a few minutes?"
"Yes, of course."
"I came to your class this morning," Nikolaus hesitated, trying to maintain eye contact. This was difficult because, since she was alone in her office, the woman had relaxed a bit and opened her blouse, revealing a magnificent pair of breasts under a black tube top.
The woman noticed his discomfort and followed the direction of his eyes directly to her bosom. Her eyes widened and she adjusted her clothes depriving him of the fodder for his next jerk-off session.
"How may I help you?" she asked, indicating that he take a seat.
"I came to your class this morning," Nikolaus repeated. He didn't say anything else.
"I know," she chuckled after a while. "I remember you."
"You noticed me?"
"Yes, you are not typical of my students and I tend to notice if someone joins the class in the sixth week of the semester." She smiled at him again, "So, how may I help you? I'm sorry, I didn't get your name..."
"I'm Nikolaus...Lundborg."
"Ok, Mr. Lundborg...what can I do for you today? I have a very tight schedule..."
"I've met you before," Nikolaus blurted.
