Hello! This is the fourth installment, and I recommend reading the previous installments to understand this chapter! This may possibly be the last chapter for a while on the couple, but I hope that you thoroughly all enjoyed it! Again, I really appreciate any feedback and constructive criticism. Really, I just love to hear what people think! As always, thanks to Alicia and Azure_skies for all the help!
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So there we were; on her couch, me on top of her -bodies pressed tightly into one another, on fire. My thighs were on either side of hers, straddling her as my hips pressed into her lap, one arm around her neck, the other tugging her hair. Her hands were under my shirt, grasping my breasts. We were mouth on mouth, kissing hungrily. So far, this date was going alright. Okay, it was going really fucking amazing. She was amazing. The night wasn't going exactly as planned- but somehow, that didn't matter anymore.
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The week before our date passed slowly and quickly all at the same time. What I mean by that is when I saw her during lecture, time seemed to speed up, but the times in between took longer than ever. Every time I saw her in lecture I was a little bit distracted to say the least. You can be sure that my notes weren't as thorough as usual. I had to force myself not check my phone, even though I knew she had texted me. The text messages ranged from the adorable cute that gave me butterflies, to something that ignited a fire within me. While we didn't text often, she made sure to text me during the class. I think part of her probably enjoyed my reactions all too much...
We had talked the next night as well after our first conversation, and we both agreed that we didn't want to be tied at the hip to our phones and be talking all the time. Better yet, we also didn't want to just get to know each other on the phone, we wanted to get to know each other in person. It was actually what I brought up. With my past relationship, it felt like technology ruled my relationship... letting the words on a bright screen get us lost in translation.
So, we occasionally texted, and still called each other to say goodnight and only spent a few minutes on the phone. Funny enough, it wasn't awkward at all, mostly it was just the odd ends of our days. It was the funny parts that made us laugh or sympathize, depending on the situation.
That Friday was when trouble began. I walked into the professor of my class' office after having only seen her in lecture throughout the week. She had seemed more stressed out than usual in lecture as well, which is why I had half expected this to be a tougher meeting than usual. Professor Stone, like me, is a very blunt person. Sometimes this is funny but today I feel more intimidated. Her body language upon me entering was stiff and the tension in the air caused my anxiety to spike a little - considering I didn't know what was up.
"Hello Julia," my voice squeaked out a little bit, and she didn't smile.
"Arie, sit down please." I sat down pretty much immediately. It may seem like I was cowering but in reality, I just have a lot of respect for the woman and honestly didn't know what was going on. Not to mention, I was worried to find out what was going on.
"How's your week been, Julia?" I tried out, my voice steadying.
"It's been better Arie. Any idea why?" At this point, I had to try to keep my face as calm and composed as possible.
"No...I don't know." I looked at her, watching her stare at me intently back, behind the black frames of her glasses.
"I know what you did in the parking lot with one of the students, Nisha." Her voice came out steely with a slight echo as it rebounded against the walls of the silently still room, or it may have been my imagination and shock.
But instead, my first words weren't denying it or anything about the specific incident, my words chased each other, "How do you know Nisha?"
She let out a derisive snort, "I tell you that I saw you, and that's the first thing you say?"
My face was flushed with some embarrassment, here I am in a situation where my advisor is telling me that she saw me with a student, and I don't even confront the incident in general. I ask her how she knows one of her own students: smart Arie, real smart. I've got it bad, maybe a little too bad.
"I'm sorry, Julia. I know it was unprofessional...what happened. I didn't mean for it to happen there, especially there of all places. I don't really have any excuses for what happened, except to hope that this doesn't change how you view me, or that in some way that you could understand," my eyes drifted away from hers at this moment, being so embarrassed at my behavior and my first gut reaction to what happened.
"Arie... what you did, is extremely unprofessional, considering you're in a position of power. I know for a fact that Nisha is in this class, and since you're the TA for this, I can't allow it to go on. I'm not going to report you, as long as I have your word that this will stop immediately. You can do whatever you want when she isn't your student, but for now you're abusing a position of power." Julia's voice was stern and measured. It sounded like she had practiced this speech, basically giving me an ultimatum.
I slumped a little in my chair, relieved by the fact that she wasn't going to report me. On the other hand, I was upset: to be told that I wouldn't be able to see someone who I felt like I could develop real feelings for...
"Make the right decision here," Julia said softly, as she traced her manicured nail around the rim of her coffee mug, looking down for a moment and then back up at me, "It's your secure future versus an insecure relationship."
I sighed out. I didn't really have to make this decision now... She could just think that I was making the decision. As long as we could be discreet... as long as we didn't act any certain ways on campus, I think we could pull this off...
I cleared my throat, "You're right... I don't want to risk my future just for a girl. I'll stop seeing her, you don't have to worry about any indiscretion on my part."
Professor Stone smiled, assuring me I had made the right decision, and the rest of the meeting went on like usual.
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I didn't call Nisha right away or even that night because she was out with her friends which meant that I had to talk to her about it before our date really started. I wanted to talk to her about the situation in person anyway. Text and phone calls can detract and mess with the translation of tricky situations like this and I'd rather see her in person and tell her what had happened. I was picking her up from her apartment that evening. We were going to go out for dinner at this trendy Thai restaurant that just opened up downtown and then back to her apartment to watch a movie. It was a way of making the date something to dress up for but still casual, comfy, and intimate at the same time.
This was the first date in months that I actually cared about so I wanted to look my best. I took a shower a couple hours ahead, shaving everything, applying lotion so I was smooth all over, and spritzing perfume. I went for a more natural makeup look except for my winged eyeliner. I opted for a high-waisted skirt, tucking in my top. It clung to my ass in the right places. My shirt was a silky long sleeve shirt that was sheer right above my chest over my collarbone. I added a leather jacket to the mix and took a look, very satisfied with what I was wearing. Of course this was all covering a pair of black boy shorts and a lacy half cup black bra.
