FILTHY PROFESSOR
Chapter 1
Rita
“I don’t know how you managed to talk me into this. My father won’t understand. He expects me to go into politics and that’s not where my passion lies. I have you to thank for pushing me into doing this.” I stood there looking at my friend Kirkland and I only wished that we could’ve been more. I just didn’t feel that way about him. I found out later his tastes revolved around the same sex.
“It didn’t take much to open up your eyes, Rita. We’ve been friends a long time and I know when you’re not happy. A bottle of a wine later and I finally had you spilling the beans.” He had on an outfit that made him look like he was on his way to a country club. The sweater over his shoulders gave him the air of sophistication.
The lineup for registration was significantly shorter for night classes. It was the only way that I was going to get my degree in journalism. My job playing the assistant to my father kept me busy during the day.
“I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest. I’ve already been taking classes on the Internet. It’s amazing what you can find if you’re willing to look.” I didn’t want to say anything about my extracurricular activities behind closed doors. I had a dirty mind and nobody knew it.
“This is only the first step. Stepping into the class is when you’re going to finally see what you’re made of. It’s about time you take what you learn and apply it to real life.” His blond hair was natural and no doubt matched the carpet.
I was a sassy redhead, but I didn’t have the fiery temper to go along with the stereotype. I was quite fanatical about everything being a certain way. It was what made me a valuable commodity in any workplace environment.
My interest in journalism came when I found evidence of embezzlement in my father’s campaign. His longtime manager was squirreling away hundreds of thousands of dollars. Nobody would’ve found out had I not gone snooping when I found something of a discrepancy. My father was not very receptive until I gave him clear-cut proof of his wrongdoing.
“I’ve had the journalism bug for quite some time. They say once it’s in your blood you never get rid of it.” Kirkland was holding my hand. Without him, I’m sure that I would have run away before I had the chance to make the necessary deposit. I was terrified and my hands were trembling.
“I thought I saw a certain something in your eye when you brought that man to justice. I had never seen you any happier. I tried to talk to you about it, but you constantly waved me away dismissively. I’m glad that your father had to go on the road and it gave us time to have a very frank discussion.” He had shown up on the weekend brandishing the bottle of wine and two chick flicks.
“You’ve always known that I was a sucker for anything with Hugh Grant. It has to be the accent. I know he’s old enough to be my father.” Kirkland was keeping himself in the closet and sneaking around with someone of like mind. I was the only one he trusted with his secret. It was hard not to snicker. His father was oblivious and was constantly trying to fix him up.
“We’ve known each other long enough to understand when one of us is trying to hide something from the other. I was never one to give up easily on my friends.” He had the ability to read between the lines. It was the reason why he was going to make a great psychologist after he finished his last year in college.
I had my red hair pulled back into pigtails. It gave me that innocent quality to sneak underneath the radar.
“I haven’t been happy for quite some time. I just have no idea how I’m going to break the news to my father when the time comes.” He had raised me as a single parent after my mother ran off with an aerobics instructor. It was hard on him, but it didn’t stop him from dating those that only wanted to get their hands in his pockets.
“He may not understand at first, but he only wants you to be happy.” The nervous energy was in the air and I could practically cut it with a knife.
“I never gave him any indication that I wanted something different. This is going to totally blind side him. There’s no point in rocking the boat this close to the election. He’s going to need full control of his faculties.” I was only making excuses. Kirkland was shaking his head in disbelief that I was using this as some kind of crutch.
“It’s like anything and you can either take off the band aid slowly or rip it off. My advice may seem hypocritical considering my own reluctance to tell my family about Gerald.” He had found someone worthy of his affection and I could only hope to be as happy as he was.
“It’s all about timing. I trust that you’ll know what to do when the time comes. You know that I will be there holding your hand the entire way. I will be your support system.” I didn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in my life. Kirkland was there when my mother decided that it was too much work to be a mother.
“You’re shaking like a leaf.” He took off his sweater and he draped it over my shoulders like a true gentleman. I could only hope for the same treatment from the man that I gave my heart to.
I had heard several horror stories from friends about their first times. I didn’t want to repeat the same mistake by getting involved with someone with very little experience. It would’ve been like the blind leading the blind.
“I’m glad you’re here and I doubt that I would’ve been able to go through with this without you.” The black leather skirt was tight over my hips and the man’s shirt was tied in a way to expose my midriff.
I could sense the guys staring at me and wondering what it would take to have my panties lying on their bedroom floor. Some were blatant by licking their lips and some were standoffish moving back and forth on the balls of their feet. It didn’t matter and their intentions were pretty damn clear from where I was standing.
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Rita. Gerald has his reservations about our relationship and he thinks that I’m spending too much time with you. There’s no reason for him to be jealous. I have more than enough love to give the both of you in different ways.” I had contemplated convincing Kirkland to jump off the fence for one night. I just couldn’t find the right words when we were alone together.
“I feel like I’m drunk, unsteady on my feet and the room is spinning counterclockwise.” I had tried to avoid the hard stuff during any party, but I had the misfortune of being introduced to tequila. It was lucky that Kirkland was there. He was able to pull me back before I did something regrettable with a freshman.
“I want you to take a few deep breaths. We both do meditation and yoga. The man that you end up with is going to be one lucky man. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen anybody bend like you do.” I was always quite agile and being double jointed gave me an unfair advantage. I never did capitalize on it.
I was at the front of the line with the pen in my hand. The girl was saying something. The only thing that I could hear was the crinkling of the paper.
I suddenly perked up and I closed my eyes to the fragrance of someone’s cologne. It was quite strong and gave me the impression of someone that was not a teenage horn dog.
“Your hand has stopped trembling and whatever you’re thinking about is doing the trick. Let’s go over here and fill that out.” He was dragging me away from what could’ve been the man of my dreams. I didn’t see him, but the aroma was like sex personified.
“I’m not sure what it is, but I feel a strangely calming influence.” I looked around for the source, but there was no way to pinpoint where it was coming from. I didn’t have time to date. I wanted something more than just to sit there making idle chit chat. There was only one thing on their mind and it had nothing to do with a white picket fence.
I breezed through the registration and found myself forking out the necessary fee for the class and the books to go along with it. The professor’s name was Damian Cloud. I didn’t know much about him, but I could easily find out by doing my due diligence.
There was no substitute for the real thing. The very brief description of his credentials showed that he was quite accomplished in the journalism field. I was looking forward to meeting him on my first day…or should I say my first night.