Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. If you haven't read the first seven stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.
The weather was frigidly cold. Wrapped in a heavy afghan quilt, I stared outside my apartment window. Flurries were starting to form. The sky was slate gray and overcast. This was the perfect day to stay indoors. It was a Saturday at the beginning of November in the Midwest. The wind whipped and whistled outside, stripping the trees down to their forlorn looking branches. Locally nothing but corn existed to stop the chill biting winds – and corn isn't the most insulating of barriers.
So far, I was enjoying a laid back Saturday morning. I was sitting in my overstuffed, rust-colored recliner, a 1970s-throwback monstrosity that I picked up for practically nothing at a used furniture store. Coltrane was playing crazy cool on my stereo, saying "Good Morning" in his own special way. I held a cup of Earl Gray gingerly to my lips, blowing gently. It was too hot, but I sipped it anyway. The warm, lemony liquid brought life to my sleepy limbs, and sent caffeine rushing to my bloodstream. A half-eaten bagel and cream cheese lay on the end table next to me. I picked it up and chewed. Then I washed down the doughy taste with more tea. I smiled, contentedly. The drowsiness was gone. I was ready to face the new day.
I am sure that I would not soon forget the phone call that I had received last night. Jessica, my blonde bombshell student, rang me up at 2:30 a.m. waking me from my slumber. No problem! I had learned that any phone call from Jessica would result in something interesting, and also more than a little naughty. This call was no different. After a few minutes of pleasantries, I learned that Jessica's ultra-cute roomie, Shannon, was about to go down on Jessica – and I would get to listen to every sexy detail. Jessica described that process with excruciating specificity. I couldn't help but jerk off as I listened to two nasty teenage coeds pleasure each other on the other end of the line. In the end, Jessica's filthy descriptions pushed me over the edge. I came in a sticky mess of jizz and lotion.
Before hanging up, Jessica told me that she and Shannon would be coming by later tonight (around 8:00 p.m.) Maybe I was getting cocky, but I was pretty sure sex with one or both of those delicious strumpets would be on the menu.
I spent the first part of my day studying. My head felt clear. Everything was clicking. Concepts were coming easily today. I took advantage of this unusual luck, and I set to work armed with several colors of highlighters and note-taking pens. Time flew and I soon broke for lunch. After some P, B, & J, I decided to switch gears. I broke out several student outlines, and set to work grading them. A few were decent, but most were rushed drivel. That was understandable, since the assignments were lame and contrived exercises in busy-work that lacked a purpose. It was one of those unfortunate tasks that the section head required that I assign. The students hated the assignment, and learned nothing. Grading them was even worse. But there wasn't anything I could do. If I wanted a paycheck, I had to follow orders.
I did a little more reading and outlined a paper after that. My mind wasn't into it, though. I was losing focus, by thinking about the night that lay ahead of me. I felt my mind wandering; I even caught my hand absently drifting southward to play with my crotch. Studying had become useless. So I packed up my books and shut down the computer. I was done with schoolwork for the day.
Instead, I started cleaning. The place really wasn't a mess, but it also wasn't ready for female company. I did the dishes and vacuumed. The bathroom got a scrubbing, and I started up a couple loads of laundry (I made sure to wash the sheets on my bed – I wouldn't want to impede any bed-based activities by the presence of unclean sheets). After a couple of hours of work, the place looked much better. It was still a crappy grad pad with mismatched furniture, but at least it was clean. Besides, just having my own apartment probably put me in my own class. Privacy, away from the prying eyes of roommates and dorms, was a unique commodity in the world of undergraduate students.
It was about 6:00 p.m. when finished cleaning. I stepped into the shower to wash the smell of ammonia cleaning fluid off of my body. I shaved, and put on some Dockers, a button-down shirt, and a cable-knit sweater. I checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. I was ready for a night of romance / serious fucking.
I settled down in front of the television; I needed to relax. There was a little time before the ladies were due. I picked up the remote and started flipping through channels. Blech! Saturday evening programming, nothing was on. I cycled through the options twice and finally landed on the History Channel. They were featuring a special on the life and works of the Marquis De Sade. How appropriate! Maybe I could pick a few devilish tips and suggestions, I thought. But I was too tired. My eyes drooped and I drifted off into a light slumber.
The chime of my doorbell woke me up. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30 p.m. How odd! It didn't seem like Jessica or Shannon to be the types to arrive early. They were much more likely to be the fashionably late sort. I would bet money that they typically arrived when the party was going full swing. They would want to be the center of attention.
I got up from my chair and went to the door. The bell rang again as I reached for the knob. I opened the door expecting to see Jessica and Shannon. Instead, I was completely surprised.
Sarah, a grad student friend of mine, stood in the outside hallway looking disheveled and flustered. She was bundled in a large, brown overcoat, and her hair was blown wild by the outside wind. Her face was a mask of emotions. I couldn't tell what those feelings were were, but they were clearly ready to bubble to the surface.
We looked at each other for a long moment, neither of us sure what to say. She spoke first; "Can I come in?"
Shit! I wanted to talk to Sarah, but Jessica and Shannon were due in a few minutes. If they arrived while she was here, it would be very awkward. "Umm, Sarah it is good to see you but this isn't the best of times."
"Please? I just need a couple of minutes. I'd really like to talk to you."
"Are you sure this can't wait?" I asked.
"No, I don't think it can. I have to get these thoughts out of my head. They are killing me. Please?"
I looked at Sarah, scrutinizing her face. She was dead serious, and more than a little nervous. Our last conversation looked like it had taken a heavy toll on Sarah's psyche. Whatever it was that she had to say, she it was pretty important to her. Shit! This couldn't be good. I knew that all of my fucking around would come back to haunt me. I guess that is what I get for offering up grades for sexual favors. Let's do this. I nodded. Sarah looked instantly relieved. I backed away from the door and made room for her to enter my apartment.
"Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.
Sarah replied, "Yeah, something alcoholic would be great. Do you have any wine?" She had taken off her overcoat and draped it over the arm of my love seat. She then sat down. Sarah was wearing a white button down men's dress shirt that was tucked into a pair of faded blue jeans. The top couple of buttons were left undone, so that I could get a glimpse of her marvelous rack. A deep red, astrology crystal dangled from a chain around her neck. Sarah's customary black boots completed the look. I couldn't tell if this was something she had just thrown together, or if it was carefully crafted to look casual, settled, and relaxed.