Frank had been Amelia's academic advisor for five semesters now, but it wasn't until recently that he found himself sexually attracted to her. He couldn't decide why that was, maybe it had something to do with her recent change in style. Like James, Frank had noticed that her clothes were shorter, her attitude was more outgoing almost to the point of being exuberant. She talked more in his class and her insights contributed more to the discussions than normally. More often than not the discussion would be a back and forth conversation with with James about the philosophy undertones in Joyce's work; things only a professor with a Masters Degree like him or a philosophy student, which James was, would know about. She added a little panache to the discussions, a quality that he desperately needed from the opposite sex.
His wife was leaving him. In his mind he didn't know why. In actuality it had to do with his meager salary at the university and his preoccupation with literature and not his wife. She strayed from the nest, multiple times, and with many of his friends. They told him, he didn't take it very well. The divorce papers were being filed and all Frank could think about was going headlong into Amelia Blake.
Frank was given a golden opportunity to be close to Amelia when it came time for Amelia to schedule her last semester of classes. He tried to tell himself that their meeting would be different than any other student's appointment; and, to do so he took two cold showers, one before he went to sleep and one after he woke up to a morning surprise in his shorts. Without even thinking he put on cologne and trimmed his scruff, on his face and down south.Another day, and another salacious outfit for Amelia Blake. When she knocked on his door frame his mind went directly to the schoolgirl porn he had in a not-so-hidden folder on his hard drive. Flashes of Amelia moaning and screaming in positions his wife would never do with him, things he'd never dared to try with his wife. She was wearing a plaid skirt and a white button down shirt, a shirt that was tied off to expose her navel piercing, she loved to show off the diamond cross dangling from her perfectly toned abdomen.
"Please, Amelia come in and have a seat. You look... nice today."
"Oh, yeah. I just picked this stuff off the ground like twenty minutes ago, but thanks."
He sifted through that lie and could tell that she did at least forty-five minutes of preparations. As she sat down and crossed her legs her skirt bunched up and she showed a hefty amount of leg. Her legs sported leather boots that went up to the calf. More visions of sex bombarded his thoughts... He crossed his legs for a different reason. She noticed and smiled as she moved in closer to him, almost close enough to kiss.
The meeting took forty minutes, on average and advisory appointment would take nothing more than fifteen. Amelia walked out of the room and put her disheveled hair in a pony tail. She adjusted her skirt and walked the long corridor of professor's offices with an aura of accomplishment. Back in the office, Frank was putting things back on his desk and picking up a few of his shirt buttons. Normally he would be afraid to have lipstick on his collar out of fear his soon-to-be ex-wife would find out; but today, he was afraid his colleagues would find out that he had slept with one of his students.
As he pulled Amelia's incredibly skimpy panties out of his waste basket and held them in his hand he forgot all about the fear. For the first time in four years he was happy, and nothing was going to take that away from him. He folded his shirt and packed it into he briefcase along with her underwear. He whipped off all of her lipstick furiously while using his computer screen as a mirror.
"Christine, I'm off to gym, gotta hit the weights. You have a good afternoon."
He tried his best to sell it like nothing had happened over a half hour ago, but Christine the department secretary was too busy watching her tiny television next to her computer monitor to pay him any attention. He fumbled his keys when he made it to his Saab's trunk. He put his briefcase in the trunk and when he shut the door and bent down to grab the keys he was looking straight at Amelia's leather boots. He slowly moved up her body with his eyes as he stood up straight. She was standing right in front of him with hip cocked and was twirling his eyes in her index finger. She popped her gun as she got close enough to whisper.
"You have my panties... You can keep them if you want, but they are my favorite pair."As sexy as she looked and sounded the fear came back as the professor who's office was adjacent to his waved to him from his hybrid car in the next row of parking spaces. It was a terrible decision on her part to show up there like she did, and as soon as the hybrid quietly rolled away he told her that.
"Christ, Amelia, do you realize what would have happened if he hear that?"
"You worry too much, Mr. Roe. No one will ever find out... Okay, baby?"
She moved in close and grabbed his crotch. Sure, it was a bad idea, sure it was dangerous. The fact of the matter was, that Frank was loving every minute of it.
