The first time I heard my college counselor's voice, I thought from the get-go that Lucas Alexander sounded very, very sexy. It was deep, and when he spoke he took his time, as if knowing that as a first-time college student I would be apprehensive about speaking with someone regarding my academic future.
Of course, my own history of significant others and their voices is practically non-existent. I was a slightly over-weight black girl, brought up in a predominantly white, skinny-bitch neighborhood. Most of my friends were white, all of my teachers were white—excepting of course, my Spanish teacher, Senora Guerra, who was Guatemalan—and even the few guys that I'd had slight crushes on had been white.
When I finally met him on freshman orientation day, he was almost what I had imagined him to be. He was tall, standing about six-one or -two to my five-four, and he was in his early thirties, if my guesstimation skills are reliable. What I hadn't anticipated was his weathered face from his years of working aviation in the Air Force, or the distinct Scandinavian features that stared back at me, making my heart stutter a bit. What I loved most about him was his eyes: bright and blue, full of the years of knowledge that he'd built up and offered freely to the students that he counseled.
My first meeting with him was also accompanied by my mother, to my regret. It was embarrassing, as you can expect, to find that I was fantasizing about my counselor right in front of my mother. She couldn't tell, but I wondered if Mr. Alexander could, when I made sure to look him directly in the eye whenever he spoke to me, and at appropriate times of frustration, I would bite my lip and sigh, thinking of him doing the same thing.
It wasn't until the end of the first quarter that I got to see him one on one again, just him and me, in his little enclosed office. I had seen him around campus and I waved to him and smiled, letting it reach my eyes and somehow, trying to convey this attraction that I had for him. He would wave back, nod his head, say his own hellos, and go back to what he was doing. It discouraged me to no end, when I felt as if my feelings were not reciprocated. Then one day, after a small exchange of greetings, I turned back to look at him and he was still there, staring after me. I caught his eye and he gave me what I thought was a sad smile and a small shake of his head, and continued on his way.
I went to see him at the end of my regular scheduled Friday, two weeks before the quarter finished. My last class ended at four-fifty, and the office was closed at five, so I was sure that I wasn't going to be able to make it before the doors were locked for the day. To my chagrin, it was, until I realized that Mr. Alexander's office was still open, which meant that he'd stayed late. I knocked softly on the door to the waiting room, and when no one came out, figured that he'd just forgotten to finish closing. I was almost out of the building when I heard a soft click and whirled around.
"Ms. Harris?" that deep voice said slowly, and I shivered.
I looked up about a foot to meet his eyes, and I saw surprise and, to my delight, a suppressed thrill. "I meant to come earlier, but my last class didn't end until ten minutes ago."
"Of course, come in." He waved me into the outer room, and then further into the office and shut his door. "I was just updating some files before I left." He gave me a smile. "I didn't expect it to take this long."
I felt his eyes take in my figure, from the silk, emerald, pleated dress shirt that enhanced my figure to the black skinny jeans that accentuated my hips, to my hair that fell in luscious waves, with side-swept bangs framing my round face.
"Please, sit down," he told me. He had dressed his lanky frame in gray slacks and a black button-down shirt. He kept his blond hair short and conservative, the temples already frosting over with silver strands. I shivered, imagining I could run my hands through it. "Are you cold?" he asked me.
"No, thank you," I said. Even if I was, I wouldn't be in a few minutes, if my thoughts continued in the direction they were currently taking.
"So, what can I do you for?" he asked. His voice was thicker than usual, and the deep chords that it had suddenly taken on sent a throb through my body.
"I was wondering if I could switch out of Psychology, and get into Intro. to Sociology for next quarter. It doesn't clash with my schedule and it would give me more room for studying time."
"Of course, I'm glad you told me." He did some clicking on the computer and pulled up my file. "Is it a bit over-whelming, your psych class?"
"A bit," I answered, and he looked up at the tone of my voice. I met his glance and gave him a diminutive smile.
He switched the courses for me and printed out two of my new schedules. He walked to my side of the desk and bent to my level, handing me a pen.
"I need you to sign this copy," he said, pointing with one long finger. I imagined sucking on it, and shivered again. "Are you sure you're not cold?" he asked once more.
He was so close I could see the true, deep blue of his eyes and smell his light, musky scent. I leaned over right then—knowing that if I waited I'd be too chicken—and kissed him softly on the lips. His body froze tight as granite, and then, almost as if it was against his will, his lips acquiesced, folding themselves into my mouth. I could taste and feel his experience against my naïveté, and it felt so fucking good. His hand reached up to cradle the back of my head, and I moaned softly at his touch.
He stopped then and stood up, backing away from me with wary eyes. "What are you doing, Ms. Harris?" The use of such a formal title in this inappropriate setting was strange, and it was what spurred me on.
I came around the desk and he fell heavily into his chair. I didn't answer, but knelt down between his legs, looking him in the eye.
"I'll stop if you want me to," I said. I reached for his pants, unbuckled the belt and released the button. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked softly, slowly unzipping him.
I could see him swallow, and I jumped on the inside. I was successfully seducing a college counselor, right here in his office!
