This is part 3 of the story, I encourage you to read parts 1 and 2 before you read this one. They're short, so don't worry! Again, with your comments I'm trying to improve with each installment I write so don't hesitate, I accept all kinds of criticism! Thank you so much for reading! And always, please do not use any of the material without my consent.
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The following week at school was better. I guess my affair over the weekend allowed me to settle down and regain control over my libido. The truth is I was in a bit of dry spell before that evening with my exotic foreign lover, I hadn't been touched nor wanted to touch anyone for awhile. My only outlet was reading erotica novels in the evening because I guess I'm just too classy for pornography. Last semester I even used excerpts from different types of erotica for a lesson I was doing on the commercialization of sex. We analyzed the language and the pros and cons of both erotica and pornography and why the different sexes prefer one over the other.
The reason I like teaching Sexology is that it expands the vocabulary. Now, I really am making it sound like a how-to class, but it isn't. It all comes down to science. Anatomically, the clitoris, roughly the size of a pea, contains significantly more nerve endings than the entire shaft and crown of a penis, which is much larger than a pea. During development in the uterus, the reproductive organs of men and women are identical until eventually the penis extends outward while the clitoris remains the same size. Is there a g-spot? That is still being debated at the annual American Sexologists Association conference. I could go on, but the science is important, the knowledge is important. Now, will my students use this knowledge to broaden their horizons and become better lovers? Maybe. My hope is that they use the knowledge to have more fulfilling relationships.
It is a tricky area that full of gray, I have to walk a very fine line to maintain the science of each topic. Some schools don't even offer a class like mine. Their loss, I say. We live in a world of sexual freedoms, and people should stop blaming the younger generations for poisoning the children into believing they have the same sexual freedoms. The truth is that these freedoms have been around since the Sexual Revolution, so in fact, everyone can blame the Baby Boomer generation. I just teach the material that is given to me with the utmost maturity and respect for the subject.
Prior to class, I was sitting in my office at my desk checking over any emails I missed over the weekend and submitting the grades each student got on their exam they took last week. Many of them did well, some did not. Kenzie, once again, was in the not-so-well bunch. I have already reached out to her about meeting after class to go over the information or come up with study techniques, but she's ignored me so far. It's her own decision, I can't force her to come see me. Some students just really don't care, and as teachers we have to accept that we can't change their minds. I made an effort, I offered help, but she didn't want it so--
"Doc?" A familiar voice was outside of my office door. The door creaked open and it was Kenzie standing their before me. She was wearing black leggings and a cashmere sweater on top with cute gladiator sandals.
"Come in."
"Ah, uh...are you umm...busy?" Kenze's voice was trembling slightly, she had yet to look at me. Her eyes focus on her twiddling thumbs and fingernails.
"No, no. Just entering some grades and checking my email. Have a seat, let me just finish these last three." I replied as my fingers kept typing away at my keyboard.
"Uh oh, you mean the exam grades? Can I ask what I got?"
"Wouldn't you rather wait to find out in class? I will go over everything in class."
"So, I didn't do so good, huh? Doc, that test was sooooo hard!" Kenzie's face was looking guilty and pathetic. I could feel my resolve diminishing. She was absolutely adorable this girl. Her eyes...so crystalline and light blue. They were wide open and I could almost see some liquid building up on the bottom. Her face was so cute in a childlike way when a parent finds out they did something bad.
"Kenzie, I try to make every exam fair for everyone. Now, I suggested that you and I spend a little time after class to go over the lessons but you haven't--"
"Dr. Lockhart, I've been trying so hard," She was fighting to hold back the tears, it was clear to be that she really DID care about her grade. "I didn't want to be THAT student who needs extra help, but I just don't get this stuff. I'm no good at it!! I can't fail, Doc, I can't fail this class!"
"Okay, okay, Kenzie, calm down." Her face was buried in her hands as she couldn't hold back the tears any longer. She was sobbing uncontrollably and I had to think quickly of something to say to make it better. "Listen, if you and I just work together during my office hours, not after class, then no one will know you're coming for extra help. Like right now would be a good time, before class even begins."
"You'd still do that for me?" She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "But I totally rejected you last time!"
I laughed at her choice of words, I thought of something funny to say in hopes in would make her feel better. "Oh it's fine, I've been rejected plenty of times before."
Kenzie smiled and giggled, her face immediately relaxed and that smile would melt the heart of anyone. Her teeth were perfect as they revealed themselves behind her gorgeous and full lips.
God, those lips are so kissable.
I let out a small sigh as I gazed at her, on the verge of overtly staring, I licked the corner of my mouth.
What are you doing?! Stop that right now!!
I shook myself back to reality and immediately sat up straight and cleared my throat.
"So, do we have a deal? We meet in my office during my office hours, let's say twice a week?"
"Absolutely, I can't wait!" Her face was a beaming with relief and happiness. "Oh, by the way, I really liked those shoes you were wearing at the club this weekend. They were really sexy." Her face changed, eyes becoming lusty and burned into my own. Her smile turned cheeky and flirtatious, and I might have imagined it but I'm pretty sure she winked at me as she stood up and headed for the door.
Oh god, she did see me...
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The last portion of the conversation I had with Kenzie kept replaying through my head during class. I couldn't focus very well and it was hard to make eye contact with anyone else but her. My eyes just kept drifting towards her even when I had my notes directly in front of my face. I couldn't stop, I couldn't control it, I just had to see her eyes again.
This time, for the first time I think ever, she was paying complete attention. Her eyes were fixated on me as I paced back and forth in front of the room. Her legs were crossed in front, there were long and lean and looked amazing in her black leggings. I could see every indentation of her musculature. Her feet were precious as well, her toes were neatly painted and not a callous or rough patch in sight. She was leaning forward in her chair, resting her chin in her hand. It was her who was overtly staring with a slightly cracked smile.
"And so here we have...uhhh..."
Shit, shit, shit...what was I talking about?
"A utopic represent of oral sex." I glanced up, Kenzie had finished my thought for me. I looked at her, this time she was biting her bottom lip, but her eyes still fixated on me. My face flushed a bright red, even hearing those words come from her mouth was sexier beyond anything I knew. Her voice was deep naturally, so anything she said sounded husky and flirtatious, like a come-on.
"Yes, thank you Kenzie..." I continue on with my lesson, trying to keep my composure but the truth was, I was rattled. I never get rattled. It wasn't the brief memory lapse that threw me off, it was the sudden burning sensation I felt in my trousers. I could feel the wetness build up inside me and as I went back to pacing in front of the classroom, I could feel my sweet nectar trail now my thigh.
Saved by the freakin' bell.
"Oh, well it looks like we don't have enough time for me to finish this so let's pause here and continue next class. Have a good day everyone!" I started packing my things even before I finished my sentence. I needed to get out of there.
Back in my office, I was slowly sipping on a fresh cup of coffee, which wasn't quite calming my nerves as I had hoped. I reached into my desk where I kept a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream Liqueur even though that was completely against the rules. I checked the perimeter around my office windows and made sure the coast was clear before I emptied about a third of the bottle into my coffee cup.
"Mmmmmm that's more like it." I put the bottle back and leaned back in my chair and continued slowly sipping on my coffee. I heard a faint knock on my door.
Ughh, so much for peace and quiet.
"Can I come in?" Kenzie's head poked through the door that was now slightly cracked open.
"Sure, come on in Kenzie." I pushed the cup away and quickly sat up and started ruffling through some papers, trying to make it seem like I had been working. "What's up?"
"Well, I don't have a class this afternoon so I was thinking you could help me review some of the material now..." Kenzie was avoiding eye contact, or maybe it was me who was avoiding it. I hadn't drank too much but I did pour quite a bit of Bailey's in my cup so the liqueur left my mouth tingling as the alcohol had already settled in my blood.
"Uhh, okay, sure. Have a seat and tell me where you'd like us to start."