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Chapter One
Farah sat down in a corner room seat and waited for the lecture to begin. She had enrolled in an Italian Literature course and it was her first day. The size of the class was very small and she surmised that this subject probably wasn't very popular in the university. The course would focus on translating and discussing Dante Alighieri's "The Divine Comedy." Farah had always been a fan of classic literature and she was looking forward to learning more about Dante's trials in the book, as well as what his real life was like. The professor hadn't arrived yet and she spent the next few minutes flipping through the pages of her textbook.
The other students were settling down and the room became quiet as the professor walked in. Farah looked up from the textbook and did not expect what she saw.
"Hello everyone. My name is Vincent Niccoli. I will be your lecturer for this course."
Farah's heart fluttered when she laid eyes on him. He stood tall at 6'4 and was the most handsome lecturer, let alone man she had ever seen. He seemed in his mid-30s and was dressed in a collared shirt and tie with black slacks. His jet black hair was neatly parted to the side and swept gently above his fore head. His most enticing feature was his lips. They were a rosy pink and although thin, they were very attractive. He was beautiful and she couldn't take her eyes off him.
While he strode back and forth in front of the class room, explaining the rules and guidelines, she felt herself getting wet at just the sight of him. No doubt he must be married. Her eyes fell upon his left hand and his ring finger was bare.
"Well that doesn't mean he's single...and I'm probably not his type anyway." she thought.
Farah was the odd one in the class; she was the heaviest female there. She wasn't overly obese but she had more meat on her bones than the average female classmate. She felt a little out of place but her love for literature would not be overshadowed by her insecurities.
She wondered if a girl like her would ever have a chance with someone like him. She glanced at her reflection in the nearby window to inspect herself. Farah had always been complemented for her almond shaped eyes. They were tiny and slanted and her most flattering feature next to her pouty pink lips. The lips fell beneath a medium Nubian nose and glimmered from the sheer lip gloss she wore. The temperature was dropping as the days went by, signaling the approaching winter and she was dressed accordingly. She wore a plain black turtle neck sweater with tight black jeans to match. The clothes did enhance her figure, but her pretty face outshone the outfit.
She shifted in her seat as Vincent came closer. The scent of his cologne reached her nostrils and aroused her to no end. She began to tap her feet against the floor as the sensation between her legs grew worse. No man had ever had an effect on her like this and she wished that he could take care of her growing need.
He explained that today's class would be short and just an introduction to the course. He also took attendance and when he got to her name, she had a tiny accident in her panties. She loved the way her name rolled off his tongue. She imagined him whispering her name over and over again as he made love to her.
No. That would never happen.
Even though she was having the biggest crush on him, she was still attentive to everything he said. Farah honestly wanted to be rid of her crush. She had a tendency to stutter any time she had to talk to a handsome man. How would that work if she needed help with the class?
She forced herself to think that he had a girlfriend or fiancé. A man like that could never be single. It was a heartbreaking, yet necessary thought.
"Oh well. Maybe one day some other gorgeous man will walk into my life." she thought.
The class only lasted for an hour. By then she was ready to leave her crush behind and began to pack her things into her bag. It took her a while and by the time she was ready, only one other female student was in the room...along with Mr. Handsome of course. She went up to him to ask a question and it seemed that she too might have been secretly enamored with Professor Niccoli. Farah didn't blame her. The man was gorgeous. She got up from her seat and walked past the professor and the girl that she would dub "Blondie". She caught another whiff of his cologne and wished that she had the nerve to walk up to him like Blondie did...but maybe she was more his type.
Before Farah walked out the door, she took one last glance and was surprised to see him staring at her. He smiled and ignored Blondie for a few moments and Farah felt a lump in her throat as their eyes met for the first time. She quickly turned and walked out of the class. Why was she so terrified? She didn't know. Just his gaze had a huge effect on her. She had to hightail it out of there before she had another little accident.
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Farah spent the first week in Vincent's class feeling somewhat uneasy. She found the class to be very engaging but she was afraid of her crush on the professor. She thought that she might be able to rid herself of it because Blondie always stole the limelight and seemed to impress him. Blondie was the class know-it-all and her knowledge on all things Italian, seemed to overshadowed Farah's intelligence. Farah didn't care so much in the beginning, since she wanted all attention diverted from her...but she began to feel tiny pangs of jealousy every time Blondie spoke.
Only one thing kept her crush afloat. She never forgot that moment when he smiled at her. She tried her hardest to discourage the thought of him but the professor was making things difficult. There were moments when she would catch him staring at her. He was never too obvious about it, and maybe he looked at everyone the same way but she'd caught him twice already. Every time their eyes met, he would quickly look away.
Needless to say she kept her face in the textbooks and tried not to admire him. There were times when he would come close to her seat and linger there for a while. Maybe he knew that he had an effect on her because he did this frequently. His scent overpowered her senses and she would constantly shift in her seat, in hopes of calming the fury between her thighs.
Their first exam was on 'The First Circle' or Limbo. Dante's vivid poetry told of what would await the unbaptized and virtuous pagans after death. Farah was ready. She knew that Blondie would probably get the highest score, but she had also studied very hard and knew enough to pass with a decent grade. As always, the confident Blondie was the first to finish and smiled coyly as she walked up to Vincent. Since the exam would take up most of class time, everyone would be excused once they finished. Farah took her time and didn't rush. She and a few others were still in their seats finishing up. She was having a hard time with this one question and looked up for a moment to think.
As she looked forward, she realized that his eyes were on her again. She quickly looked down and skipped the question, to move onto something easier. A few seconds later she glanced in his direction and he was still staring at her. A cold chill ran down her spine and her mind went totally blank. Not a good thing to happen when you're in the middle of an exam. Farah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She needed to bring herself back to that calm and composed person she'd been just moments ago. Only three multiple choice questions remained now. She dreaded the moment of completion because she would have to walk up to his desk and hand him the test.
Suddenly, there was a tiny knock on the door. It was one of the other professors and he called Vincent over without trying to disturb the class. This was perfect. Farah quickly answered the remaining questions and walked quickly to the front of the room. She laid the sheet on his desk and hurried back to her seat. She looked to the doorway and noted that they were still engaged in conversation. She got her things and headed for the door. The plan was to walk straight past without looking his way. Vincent's back was turned to her and when she was about to exit, he suddenly turned around and hit her with his arm.
"Oh! I'm sorry."
"It's alright."
"Are you okay?" and his hand rested upon her shoulder.
"I-I'm fine." was all she could say as she fell captive to his hazel eyed stare.
The lump in her throat and her quickened heartbeat forced her out of this minute trance and she walked past him, without looking back.
She couldn't breathe.
