On some afternoon, at some college campus, inside some gymnasium, a class of students stood on colorful yoga mats in a shallow lunge, arms extended in front and behind.
"Now," the instructor bellowed, "We'll be transitioning into the Triangle pose." He got ready himself; all eyes were on him. "Simply lean forward and place your front hand on your front ankle. Like this," he contorted sideways and reached towards the sky. "Don't forget to breathe," he added. A tall, lanky fellow tumbled on his side, arms and legs flailing as he did so. "Careful Dave, don't hurt yourself, it's just yoga." He went over to help his student back up and looked around at the others. "Good Janelle, I see you're already more flexible from last week."
"How's this Mr. March?" Allison asked.
March mentally rolled his eyes, knowing full well she was fine. Ever since the beginning of the semester, she used whatever excuse she could to get him to pay attention to her. "Lookin' good." He said, giving a thumbs up.
"You think you could help me? I feel like I'm going to fall over." her voice had that coy inflection to it.
"If you fall over, just roll with it, like Dave did."
The other students laughed from down under. They seemed to sense this charade as well. If the boys weren't crowding around her at the start of class, the girls were giggling along as she did her best to seduce March into some kind of compromising position. Truthfully, he was sick of it. One more final exam and he could be free of this succubus in training. Rumor had it, she seduced her last health professor into sleeping with her and he ended up getting a divorce over the affair.
His watch timer beeped. "Okay everybody, five minutes left. Let's get into lotus pose and take a few minutes to meditate." The students all sat down, legs crossed, eyes closed. March sat too, attempting to wipe last week's image of Allison swaying her ass at him in Downward-Facing Dog. He nearly kicked her out for the indecency.
He opened his eyes to observe and noticed Allison looking at him with a half smile on her lips. He stared with a blank expression and watched as she licked her lips from one side to the other. His brow furrowed; she seemed to be enjoying this game of temptation. His watch timer beeped again. "Okay everyone, that's it for today. Don't forget the final exam is next Tuesday. Bring a number two pencil if you can!"
All the students left. All except for Allison that is. She stayed seated, eyes locked as the others rolled up their mats and grabbed their water bottles. March rose, chest heaving with an anger ready to boil over. He remained composed though and walked over to the stereo system to retrieve the meditation CD.
Allison walked over too, stretching her arms high above her head and pushing her hip out to the side. When March turned around, she was in front of him playing with her ponytail.
"Can I help you Allison?" he asked, zipping the CD in his gym bag.
"Yeah, I was wondering if the showers were still open?" She bit her lip and eyed him up and down.
"Open 'til 10PM, same as always." He started wheeling the system to the storage closet.
She followed behind, a confidant spring in her step. "I was also wondering, if you wanted to shower too? Together maybe?" She ran a finger along his bicep, but he pushed her hand away.
"Shouldn't you go study or something?" He pushed some plastic nets out of the way and tossed a few lacrosse sticks in the back.
"Well, considering I've aced all the tests so far, I don't see why. Come on," she coaxed, "it's just one shower."
He locked the door and faced her. "Miss Caradine, I'm tired of this little...game you keep trying to play."
"Maybe if you'd play along you'd learn to love it." She leaned in as if to kiss him.
March sidestepped and headed for the exit. "Goodnight Allison." he said without looking back.
She huffed and sighed, more determined than before to sleep with him. Next Tuesday, all the students filled out their tests and handed them in, some shaking hands as they said goodbye. Allison stayed until the very last minute, twiddling her pencil as she ogled him behind the desk.
"Five minutes left Allison, you better hurry up and finish." March said.
"Oh I finished two and a half hours ago." She pushed her test across the table. "I just wanted to make sure we were completely alone."
March rolled his eyes, visibly this time. "Miss Caradine, you need to leave. Now." He got up from his chair and held the door open.
She got up and sauntered her way over to him. She licked her lips and delicately bit the eraser on her pencil. March resisted the urge to shout at her, instead he inhaled, held it, then released. "What do you want Miss Caradine."
She rubbed the outside of his khakis and cooed, "I just want to get to know you better." He stared blankly again and felt a heat rise in his gut. "And from the hardness in your pants, it feels like you wanna get to know me better too."
"Physiological response to external stimuli is not the same as arousal."
"That's not what all the other guys say." She smiled and squeezed.
"Why are you trying so hard?"
"Why not?" She slung her arms around his neck and inched closer. "Besides, I like the fact that we're the same height, it means I can stare into those deep brown eyes of yours." She stuck her tongue out and flicked it over his lips.
March looked over at his desk. "You know, there's this yoga pose I wanna teach you."
"Oh yeah?" she grinned.
"Yeah," he said, breaking free of her embrace and pulling out a yoga mat beneath his desk. He rolled the mat out at the back of the classroom and beckoned her over. She practically skipped. "Back towards the wall." She turned and faced him, "It's called the Seiza Pose. All you gotta do, is kneel on the floor."
Allison did. "Like this?" she said with a wide smile on her face.
"Just like that." March loosened his tie. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and folded it in half then draped it over a chair, doing the same with the tie.
She undid his belt buckle and hooked her fingers into his boxer briefs. "God Mr. March, you have thighs like tree trunks." She ran her hands over them as his trousers lowered.
"Yup. Never skip leg day." He watched as she pulled his waistband down, down, down until his penis was free and hanging in front of her face. He saw her eyes widen a bit as she mouthed the words, "oh my god."
"I knew gay men had bigger penises, but I never knew this big."
