On Thursday afternoon, as Camilla sat in the classroom for the first lecture of her Introduction to Shakespeare course, waiting for the professor to arrive, she thought about the unnatural feelings for her father that had been growing like a cancer in her heart. She'd always loved Agape dearly, but something horrifying was happening inside her. Was the Nigrovum twisting her love for him into a grotesque shape, or was it merely bringing to the surface something she'd always felt, but had repressed? She was convinced that more male lovers would be needed as distractions from Agape. Indeed, she hoped her soon-to-arrive professor would be handsome and intelligent enough to qualify.
Another strange thing she'd noticed about herself:
she'd never been in love
, not once in her whole life. She'd had crushes on many of her teachers, of course, but that was never serious love. She may have said, "I love you", to Mr. Grisham and to Carl, but both men knew she wasn't in earnest; her passionate outburst was just part of the aftermath of some great sex. Candice was in love with Camilla, something Camilla could easily see, and she loved and cared for Candice, too; but there was no way Camilla would ever return Candice's kind of love to her. Camilla didn't understand why she could lust with such intensity after so many men (and women), but not fall in love, like normal people. She would soon learn why...sooner than she thought.
Finally, her professor walked into the classroom. She was thrilled to recognize him: she'd given him those table dances at
Club Ritz
on the Friday of the preceding week! Though she was sitting at the front row of desks, he never recognized the face of the pretty blonde who was always smiling at him so lasciviously. He just introduced himself as Dr. Lee, and began his lecture on
A Midsummer Night's Dream
.
"The central theme of the play is the foolishness of being in love," he said. "Demetrius foolishly loves Hermia, who doesn't love him; the woman he should still love, Helena, foolishly dotes on him after he's dumped her. A flower that the mischievous fairy Puck fetched for his king, Oberon, has in it a magical love-juice, which causes both Demetrius and Lysander suddenly to fall in love with Helena; the two enchanted men then follow her around the forest at night like silly school boys with a crush on someone for whom, only an hour or so earlier that night, they hadn't felt any amorous affection. The love-juice is also used on the Oberon's wife, the fairy queen Titania, who, in the play's prime example of love's foolishness, falls for the idiot Nick Bottom, whose head Puck has just changed into that of an ass!"
"He's brilliant," she said to herself. So many profs to fuck, and so little time, she thought.
"The word 'dote' is used more times in this play than in any of Shakespeare's others," he continued. "Today's mothers may dote on their children, and thus spoil them; but in Shakespeare's day, 'dote' had a much stronger meaning--it came from a German word that meant 'to be foolish, imbecilic, or deranged'. So to dote on our beloved is to be maniacally in love with them."
After class, she followed Dr. Lee out of the building and walked closely behind him on the campus.
"Dr. Lee?" she said, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Yes?" he said, turning around.
"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked.
"Of course I do," he said. "You were sitting in the front row of my Shakespeare class just now."
"I don't mean that. Last Friday night, at
Club Ritz
. You saw me naked, remember?"
He looked up and down at her, needing a little time to make the mental adjustment of remembering the naked girl he'd seen in the dimly-lit strip joint, and linking that image with the girl who was standing before him now, in the bright light of that sunny afternoon--a girl wearing tight blue jeans and an even tighter white T-shirt. Then he recognized her. "Oh, yeah," he said.
"I let you put a twenty-dollar bill in my anus, remember?" she asked in the voice of her sexually carefree 'Kitty' persona.
"Yeah, I remember," he said, his heartbeat accelerating and his penis hardening. Also remembering his love for his wife, he said, "I-I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to get to my office. I may h-have students there who need to ask me questions."
"OK, I'll come with you." As they approached the building where his office was, she asked, "Do remember the offer I made to you on Friday night?"
"Oh? What was that?"
"Would you like to have sex with me?" 'Kitty' asked this as if she were merely offering him a beer.
"Whoa, wait a minute--"
"You can do me anally, too, if you like," she whispered in his ear as he opened the door to the building. They went in and walked over to an elevator.
"Look," he said, pressing the 'up' button. "You're very beautiful and sexy, but--"
"Thank you," she said with a giggle as the door opened.
"But I'm married."
"I know: you told me last week." They got into the elevator, and it started going up.
"Well, that should t-tell you my answer."
"Are you
happily
married?"
"Y-yes, of course."
"Your eyes tell me you'd still like to have some fun, sir."
"Yeah, well...I-I mean--" The elevator reached his floor.
"Look, it's OK, sir," she said as they walked out of the elevator. "If you don't want to do me
now
, I understand." They reached the door to his office. "My offer still stands, in case you change your mind. Now that I know where your office is, and I know your office hours, I'll pay you a visit sometime soon. Bye, sir." She tickled him under the chin, and left.
Dr. Lee went into his office, locked the door, sat at his desk, and held his head in his hands. "What am I going to do?" he asked himself. He loved his wife, but Camilla was so, so exciting! What's more, he'd heard a story about an anonymous blonde tart having sex with an unidentified English prof, right on the York campus the other day. Was she that girl? he wondered.
As Camilla rode the elevator back down, she thought,
Well, there's another dapper distraction to take my mind off of Daddy; speaking of distractions, I'll have to get ready for my date with Father Josiah soon. He'll help me spiritually, and I'll help him physically...
******************
That night, after having had dinner at
Giovanni's
, Camilla lured Father Josiah back to that same hotel they'd been to the last time. In their room, she lay naked on the bed while he, wearing a suit and tie, sat on the side of the bed, shaking with guilt over what he was about to do.
"What's happening to me?" he asked.
"What's wrong now, Father?" she asked.
"The same thing as always, of course. I'm a priest, about to have sex with you. What am I gonna do?"
"Get undressed and in get bed, of course."
"Stop being so relaxed about this!"
"Why don't you
start
being relaxed about it?"
"Because it's
wrong!
" he said, almost in tears.
"The Church really needs to end mandatory celibacy for priests," she said, massaging his shoulders.
"Even if they did, I'd still be sinning. We aren't husband and wife; you're my paramour. God can only be looking down at me with disapproval."
"I don't think it's God's disapproval you're worried about. I think it's your Mommy's," she said, taunting him again.
"Stop that. You know it isn't just about her. I'm sinning against God, as are you--not that you care, of course."
"I do
so
care," she said, reaching over and loosening his tie from behind him. "I told you at dinner tonight that I prayed to Him a few days ago, to stop me from going too far with my fucking. So far, so good."
"So far, so good?" he asked, looking back at her and sneering. "Seducing a priest isn't going too far, eh?"
Thinking about Agape, she said, "Father, you don't know how far I could go with my fucking if I'm not careful, believe me."
"Believe me, what we're doing is far enough, with me. You're already not being too careful."
"Yeah...and you're still here."
"Yes, something's making me stay. It feels like some alien intelligence has taken me over--it's obviously Satanic."
Don't speak ill of Nigrovum, Father, she thought.
"This desire I feel for you; the pleasure you gave me last time--it's like a drug I'm hooked on," he said. "It wouldn't be so bad if we were in love."
"Love's more dangerous than lust, Father."
"How so? God is love."
"Not
agape
love, remember? I mean possessive love: it makes us foolish, imbecilic, and deranged. 'Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind'." She blew in his right ear.
"Maybe the blindness of love will be my defence on Judgement Day," he said, pulling off his tie. "Let's just get this over with." He unbuttoned his shirt.
"Let's not rush though it, Father," she said, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as he took his shirt off. "I can screw a long time." She pulled his pants and underwear down, and he got on the bed. She got on top of him in the cowgirl position, briefly masturbating him to get him hard enough. When he was as stiff as a pole, she slowly came down on him, feeding his cock inside her wet pussy.
"Ah!"
she screamed when he was in three quarters of the way.
As she bounced up and down on his cock, she leaned forward and put her hands on the bed above his shoulders. Looking up at her, he likened her in his mind to Nut, the Egyptian sky goddess; this would have made him Geb, the earth god, whose phallus was pointed up at her. These imaginings eased Josiah's guilt, for Nut and Geb were married. If he were to give up being a priest, and take Camilla as his wife, making her a committed Christian in the process, maybe he could redeem himself before God and his late mother.
"Nut...Nut," he moaned as her soaking pussy slid up and down on his rock-hard shaft.
"What's that?" she asked in squeals. "Do your nuts hurt?"
"Sky-goddess," he answered. "Nut!"
"Thank...you," she sighed.
