This is primarily how my bio-mechanics professor became a member of the group we call our Fold. I'm taking poetic license in several places when I wasn't present when it took place, and I have to rely on what was told to me.
I apologize for mixing past and present, first person and third person, but they help me tell this story. Actually, this is a compendium of events that happened to and by my Fold Sisters; therefore it's rather long, about eighteen thousand words. Ergo, readers won't have to wait between chapters to be written and uploaded.
BTW, this story has been self-edited and might offend trolls, but I don't care. I'm fed up with their vitriol toward Literotica writers. Their nastiness is probably the only thing they've ever written. They don''t write stories, but have the gall to criticize others who do. Henceforth, I'll just ignore their pettiness.
Yankee manager/catcher Yogi Berra, known for his 'yogi-isms', once said, "When you come to a fork in the road ... take it."
Cheryl Takes a Fork in the Road.
It was the end of the school year. I have to admit that it isn't uncommon for me to get asked out on a date by an older grad student, but being a professor usually is enough of a reason for me to refuse and a reasonable excuse as well. However, this invitation was different - to put it mildly.
It was from this girl. I would normally say woman or young lady, but girl seems to be the most appropriate way of describing her. Young. Attractive. But I didn't think anything more than that at the time. She was a senior, and I believe she attended at least two previous classes of mine. I never thought much of it back then, but looking back, I do notice that she always sat in the front row. She did what all the other students did and had her notebook on her desk with a pen in hand, but she never looked bored or sleepy during my lectures. Another time when I had dropped a dry erase marker on the floor and bent over to pick it up, I happened to look in her direction when I rose and caught her looking at my rear and biting her lip.
So aside from the 'hindsight' ogling, this girl, Ylly, had turned out to be a bright student to boot. She aced all of the exams and having had a few brief and completely professional chats, I gathered that she not only understood the material presented but had a very good grasp of the theory behind it.
It was that year that she graduated. I try to make it a habit of attending the graduation ceremony each year. Unlike the students, I actually enjoy hearing the commencement speeches year after year. Hearing countless speeches from different people, if you take them into the proper context, how can one not be inspired?
I remember after the ceremony was over, I saw Ylly with a group of women sharing smiles and big congratulatory hugs. It was a joyous occasion that all the students and families should be proud of. I am proud that I was part of all that as well, but it's not for me to join in on their celebrations. But later that afternoon, she came by my office and found me. She told me how she had learned a lot from my classes, and I wished her well and told her that she had a bright future ahead of her. It was truthful, but nothing much more than what I say to other students.
As we wished each other well and said our goodbyes, she turned to leave after a bit of lingering. I thought she was just lost at how to segue out and say her farewell, but after a few steps away, she turned back towards me looking quite nervous. She was smiling broadly and began stammering out some rather strange question.
"Y-you like lunch with your company, right?"
I was puzzled and rightfully so, but seeing her squirming at her own words, I couldn't help but feel sympathetic toward and slightly enamored of her youthful demeanor.
"What?" I asked - looking perplexed.
She laughed at herself and took a deep breath. "Would you like to have lunch with me and my family? They would really like to meet you, and I would really like to introduce you? Please?"
As I don't normally accept invitations from my students, I don't know why I said yes. When I look back at it now, I still can't give a reasonable answer. Sure, it's just lunch with a meet and greet like any other invitation from anyone else. Since I normally decline these offers, I believe it was because it was a request by a woman, a girl, that I felt it was safe to agree to it. I know deep down, there probably is more to it, but I don't believe I'm ready to admit to it as yet.
Anyway, I agreed. Maybe it was a bit out of the ordinary - perhaps, but certainly nothing unique. I mean Ylly is a lovely, bright girl. She must have a lovely, bright family to complete the set, right? I'm sure we'll have a conversation about her future and dabble into my expertise in my own research a little and enjoy some company with a meal. Really, what more is one to expect than just that?
After a few days passed, we had our lunch meeting at a rather posh restaurant. I wasn't expecting one that was as upscale as this one, with a hostess and all the trimmings. I met Ylly's 'family' in the restaurant lobby.
I was expecting to meet Dad and Mom along with a brother or sister and such, but not so. Instead, I met a group of women. The same that I saw at the graduation ceremony. Upon entering, Ylly greeted me and gave me a hug with a beaming smile. She then turned and introduced me to everyone.
"So I want you all to meet Miss Cheryl, my favorite professor," she said and pointed each lady out to me.
"That's Megan." she pointed to the lanky girl with the face as bright as a halo - on the far right. She smiled and waved back at me looking like an adorable doll.
"That's Kayla." She was the one who stood just left of Megan and made her look dainty in comparison. She was taller and strong boned. She too greeted me politely.
"That's Circe." She stood in the center, and I found out later that she was the eldest of the bunch, but that was relative. She was only in her thirties and possibly forties, but she was an attractive lady, and she struck me as a very sharp person just by her appearance.
"We're all very pleased to meet you. We've heard so much about you. All good, of course." she said with a smile and shook my hand.
This is..." Ylly was interrupted by - "Alexa." So nice to meet you in person."
She looked at me pleasantly enough, her handshake was quite vigorous and determined. I felt as if she were looking through me with her icy blue eyes.
And last, but not least, this is Kaitlin."
"Hello." She said with a simple and cheerful smile.
"She's my significant other," Ylly said, and wrapped her arm around Kaitlin's waist.
"Oh," I said with a definite tone of astonishment, "That's nice."
I don't know if I gave off any signs of surprise, but I would think my face turned red when I realized the implication of Ylly and Kaitlin's relationship. What have I gotten myself into? I'm standing amidst a clutch of lesbians smiling at me like I was prey.
I thought about excusing myself right then and there, but then I thought that wouldn't have been fair or politically correct. I could and should still be cordial about being invited. They were all very pleasant. What they do on their personal time doesn't affect me and this lunch shouldn't be any different.
"So, shall we?" Alexa said to everyone and we proceeded to the dining room.
We were met by our hostess. She was a very sharply dressed and groomed lady who was courteous and professional. However, once she saw our group, she seemed to let her hair down.
"Well. Well. Well." she said, "Look what the cat dragged in."
"Sylvi. Long time no pussy?" Alexa said and brazenly put her hand on the hostess' breast, "You know you only have to ask."
Sylvi scoffed and without any shame or surprise, she simply brushed Alexa's hand off her body.
"Does it look like I could afford your services?" Evidently referring to Alexa's penchant for abusing her sex partners, but I wasn't aware of that at the time.