"We are slaves to our own life styles." Kevin was not really listening to Professor Wexley as she started out the first day of class in Sociology 101. For Kevin this was a brand new experience, and an uncomfortable one at that. He was quite observant, as he looked around the classroom. It was pretty large; it was set in a semi-circle with about 30 rows of seats. Each row was split into 3 with the walk ways with each row built on steps going upwards towards the 2 doors at the end of each walk way. The class was full, with only one empty seat. Most of the students were anywhere from 18-21 years of age. This is what made Kevin feel so out of place. He had to be by the farthest, the oldest person in the class. "We seem to be trapped by our own wants and desires and have become slaves to our gidgets, our gadgets, and the almighty dollar" Kevin heard the professor continue. In fact, Kevin thought "I bet I am at least 10 years older than the professor, what a depressing thought." He said to himself. "This could turn out to be a very long 4 years."
Kevin, 42 years old, was an attractive man, although he was never one that claimed to be "all that." In fact, as he got older, his body that was once a perfect V, became a little less toned, and was gaining a slight belly. He stood over 6'2, and weighed around 225lbs. His dark hair, now speckled with gray, his dark complexion made for a striking background for his bright blue/green eyes. Despite the fact that he was growing in years, it never stopped him from thinking young. "Why am I here" he wondered as he listened to the professor continuing on about issues of society. Just as he was reverting his full attention back to Professor Wexley he heard a noise coming from next to him in the back row, the door creaked open slowly, as Kevin saw an attractive woman enter the room.
The only seat available was next to him, as the woman took her seat, Kevin could smell roses. Neither of them said a word as the Professor stopped in the middle of her sentence and said "Once the doors are shut, Please don't come in, if you're going to be late, there is no sense in coming at all." The woman turned a bright red as she mumbled her apologies and put her head down. Kevin noticed as Janet blushed that her eyes seemed to turn an even more seductive shade of blue. Her porcelain complexion showed the red around her cheeks, the bridge of her nose. Janet had noticed him looking, and she allowed her long dark hair to fall in front of her face, covering her from his open inspection, as she looked at her book.
The bell rang before either of them realized it was time. As the other students rushed past them quickly, all in a hurry to get out of the classroom and on to their next class, Janet and Kevin were stuck in their seats. Janet felt a hand on her shoulder; she turned around to actually look at the gentleman beside her.
"Hi, I'm Kevin," He said as he held out his hand for her
"I'm, I'm, Janet" she said with her voice shaking, as she grasped his out-stretched hand, and now even more embarrassed she began to blush again.
The sound of his voice sent a warm gushing feeling from her eats, clear down to her clit, making it throb.
"Do you always blush like that?" He asked her innocently.
"Well, no not really, but this is a first for me" she said as she looked at the ground.
"Well either way it is quiet sexy." Kevin said. As soon as he said it, he had wished that he had not.
"Thanks." Janet said, and quickly rushed away. Almost running like a scared Colt.
"Wait," said Kevin, catching up Janet—"I am sorry, I should have never said that, as soon as I said it, I realized that it was the wrong thing to say."
Janet turned around to look at him, for the first time really looking into his eyes. He had the most beautiful shade of blue-green she swore she had ever seen.
It was Kevin that began tripping over his words. "Listen, do you have a class to get to? I don't want to hold you up with my, my idiocy."
"No, actually this is the only class I have today" Janet replied somewhat hesitant.
"Good—I mean oh, I see. Is it possible that we could discuss this over a cup of coffee?" Kevin asked honestly.
"I don't know." Janet replied as if waiting for him to explain his intentions.
"Listen, I promise to be on my best behavior, and try very hard not to make you blush." Kevin offered.
Kevin's offer seemed harmless, and perhaps it was, but who knows with men, Janet thought to herself.
"Well, I have a doctor's appointment in an hour; there is a coffee bar at the corner of Main and 8th avenue. Do you know where that is?" Janet asked.
"Yes." Kevin replied, hope starting to fill mind.
:"Ok, meet you there?" Janet asked?
With in minutes Janet had reached her car, her mind flooded with thoughts, concerns, and questions. Who is this man? What does he want? Is he married? The thoughts continued to race through her mind as she drove the short 3 blocks to the coffee bar.