I was beginning to think I was falling in love with Kate, damn it. Or was I just in love with her blow jobs? I just couldn't stop thinking about her. And about her blow jobs. I'd really begun to lose interest in the photography thing. It was Wednesday night, what should have been a night at home chilling out in front of the TV, but I just couldn't get her out of my mind. I sat there, wondered what she was doing right now. Damn!
I picked up the phone and dialed her number.
"Hi David, how's tricks?" she answered. I could hear a lot of noise in the background. She was obviously out somewhere.
"Pretty good," I replied. It was nice to hear her voice on the other end of the line. "What are you up to tonight? Sounds noisy there."
"I'm at the Kentucky Tavern," she said. "Drinks with a work colleague. What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing much. Just watching TV."
"Why don't join us?"
"Yeah, OK, that'd be great. I'll see you soon."
Yes, I thought to myself. Drinks at the local with Kate and her work pal, and then later, who knows? All of a sudden I was feeling a whole lot better. I quickly changed clothes and was on my way to the bus stop.
When I arrived I saw Kate sitting in the outside area, pretty much the spot we had dinner that time when she wanted to make it up to me for being such a bitch. The night our 'relationship', or whatever it was, really began. She was dressed in a cream business suit, fairly short shirt, with moderate sized pumps. Stylish, with a hint of sexuality. Anyone who saw here there, with her fair complexion and slight, almost delicate build, would without doubt have thought she looked tantalizingly sexy in an innocent, angelic kind of way. Of course, that's only those that didn't know her. Still, she looked sexy to me; I could feel my balls shifting a little merely at the sight of her.
There was a man sitting with her; tall, dark haired, about 10 years older than me. Kate saw me coming over and they both stood up to greet me.
"Hi David, this is Richard. We work together at the college."
I exchanged greetings with Richard, an Englishman, judging by his heavy accent. They worked together in the same department of the college, apparently. The waiter came and I ordered a Bud.
"So you're a professor, too?" I asked.
"Yes, old boy, I'm English, as you've no doubt gathered. I'm here on a three-year research project. Kate's been helping me when she can. Turns out our fields of academic expertise are the same: Geoffrey Chaucer and pre fifteenth century English Literature. I must say that Kate is a formidable Chaucer scholar!"
Kate laughed.
"Really?" I said, wracking my brain to try to remember who the hell Chaucer was. Yes, I remembered I studied Chaucer at college for a while. The guy wrote old English poetry, but it might as well have been another language - you could hardly understand a word of what he was on about.
"It was The Canterbury Tales that Chaucer wrote, wasn't it?" I said.
"Yes, that's Chaucer. The Canterbury Tales is his most famous work. A rather saucy, sizzling tale it is, too, especially by standards of the day. An incredible series of stories, really; the first truly great work of English literature in my view: wouldn't you agree, Kate?" She nodded. He continued. "Kate and I have often talked about co-writing a movie script for it, just for a lark, or at least part of it – I mean, old Geoffrey did go on and on!"
As they both laughed at what seemed like a kind of in-joke among Chaucer fans, it suddenly occurred to me how little I actually knew about Kate. Gee, a scholar of old English– I would never have thought it, especially from a girl who sucked cock better than anyone I'd ever met in my life... I chuckled to myself at that one, but then Kate said:
"David, I was just telling Richard before you arrived about your photography thing. He's most intrigued."
"Kate!" I blurted, almost choking on my mouthful of beer. Jesus, woman! Here she is telling another professor from the college that I take nude photographs of their students! What is it with her? She's got the tact of a runaway express train!
"Relax," she said. "Richard's cool, aren't you Rich?" He nodded.
"Absolutely, old boy," he said. "Rather capital idea, actually – wish I'd had the brains to think of it! Mind you, I dare say it wouldn't be awfully ethical for someone in my position! Still, we are talking about young girls of consenting age, so there's absolutely no harm in it – snap away to your heart's content, my good man! I'd love to take a look at your portfolio, though – that'd be something!"
"So would I!" Kate said.
They both laughed. They were having a great time. But I was embarrassed. I could hardly believe what I was hearing from these two 'academic scholars'.
"But I think David's little enterprise is fine," Kate continued. "I don't have any problem with it. Besides, it's helping some of my students financially as they work their way through college, so I guess he's kind of helping to keep me in a job," she laughed. "If only there'd been something like this for a girl to earn a bit more cash when I was going through college!"
"Indeed!" Richard said. "Ooh, I'd have loved to have seen those pictures! But Kate, you really ought to arrange to do your own shoot with David. You're much sexier than so many of those gangly young girls of yours."
