Author's Note: This is just a bit of fun, if you genuinely like it, I'd love to hear, but most of it is designed to be erotic, yet tongue-in-cheek.
Enjoy!
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The Puerto Rican sun beat down on the grassy plain and the tropical wind was relentless in its humid torment of the group of travellers. Camilla sighed; this was the part she hated about palaeontology. Grumbling to herself, a bead of sweat made its way down her smooth neck, past her collarbones and trickled into her deep cleavage . She took off her wide brimmed hat to smooth back the sweaty hair that had plastered itself to her face. Without thinking she loosened her grip on her hat to reach for her water bottle and in an instant the wind had blown her hat off the path and towards the rocky outcrop to the left of the group.
'FUCK! Guys hold up!' Camilla yelled into the wind.
She ran after the hat which was kissing the ground then flying back up into the air teasing her. In her rush she didn't noticed the tiny ditch just before the rocks began. To an observer it was obvious what was going to happen next, but Camilla kept running. Down she went, tumbling, twisting; she let out a scream .
'Owww! Fuck help I'm bleeding!' she cried.
Two of the others were already on their way over to her. A tall man in what Camilla had always assumed to be, early thirties, and a pert eager young blonde who had rubbed Camilla the wrong way right from the very start of the trek.
The man was named Gavin Anders. He was a professor of palaeontology at South Howland University where Camilla was a student. Gavin was ruggedly handsome to the point where it was intimidating for Camilla and despite him being her favourite professor; she could rarely get up the nerve to talk to him. Tall with dark curly hair, the stubble of a few days growth, distinct cheekbones and piercing blue eyes, Gavin Anders could have any woman he wanted, and he did; in fact he was renowned not only for his research, but for his womanising ways. Camilla was struck by his looks and charm when she attended his first lecture but was knocked head over heels by his knowledge of the extinct animals she has such a fascination with. In the years that followed she attended every one of his lectures, did her essays, and research to an amazing quality and volunteered her holiday time to help with his research programs. She did this all with as little talking as possible since it was hard for her to form coherent sentences around him. During this time she had seen woman after woman on his arm in between classes. Never students but one by one the girls dropped out of his lectures like flies. She suspected it was because they had been turned down, or even worse, had gotten what they wanted and were done.
In her final year now, Camilla had worked under Gavin multiple times and although there wasn't much said between them, there was a mutual appreciation of each other's work. Little did Gavin know the extent to which Camilla appreciated him. Camilla had done the best she could to put her unrequited crush to the back of her head and produce work that would impress him as one of the finest doctors in his field. She had succeeded in this and when the time came to pick a team for his latest holiday research dig, she was automatically on the list.
Since she was a first year student at South Howland, Camilla had known what she was going to major in; well to be honest, she had known since she was a little girl. Right from the start of her childhood Camilla had had a fascination with dinosaurs. Always opting to play with the toy dinosaurs her father bought her over the dolls her mother had showered her in . In her early days at school she made friends with the boys in her year by maintaining she was a dinosaur and only answering the teacher in roars and growls. This fascination did not weaken for Camilla as she grew up like it did for most other children, in fact it went from strength to strength with her spending hours in the library reading about prehistoric life and daydreaming about the incredible creatures that used to be. She would make her father take her to museum exhibits and fossil sites all around the country. It was never a question of what Camilla wanted to do when she was older; there was only one option and that was palaeontology.
The blondes name was Sasha Jones. Sasha was at the end of her first year at South Howland. Camilla had helped her out with some work as per her job as a student helper. They never meshed. It seemed to Camilla that Sasha's interest was not in dinosaur bones but in Gavin's bone. Camilla had seen her follow Gavin around campus and had made bets with herself as to how long she would last in his lectures. Surprisingly she hadn't dropped from the classes so Camilla presumed Gavin had turned her down and she was just stubborn, or that he hadn't had his way with her yet. Either way, Camilla knew that if anyone in present company was to turn Gavin's head, it would be Sasha. She had beautiful flowing caramel locks that glimmered in the sun. Her figure was tight and toned, as if she spent hours in the gym each day. She had tanned skin and deep brown eyes but despite her physical beauty, there was always a vacant, somewhat vapid look on her face as if she were never really quite sure of what was going on. How Sasha managed to get a place on the dig team was a mystery to Camilla but she was sure it had something to do with her 'pert eagerness'.
'Where are you hurt?'' asked Gavin.
'I just grazed my knees and my hands pretty bad but everywhere else seems fine. I'm such a klutz!' replied Camilla. Sasha burst out laughing at this, before realising her mistake and apologising under her breath with a bemused look on her face. Camilla rolled her eyes, 'Can someone just get some bandages and stuff please?'. Sasha sighed and started to walk back to the group and their supplies.
