So, I am kinda new at this. I decided to see if, were I to "Set pen to paper",would it be any good or would I suck titties. I decided to see if they would allow a story I wrote on a mid-winter's day a few years ago.. So here goes... entitled Island of the Reds. (I will say that I am twenty five year old and still living at home with my dad. I am looking for someone with similar interests and, not to make this sound like a corny dating profile or whatever, but I would not be complaining of I had a date, this weekend.)
I wrapped up my final class for the winter semester. I thought,as I cleaned the chalkboard, I felt as though I were being watched. I turned my head slowly so as not to scare away my observer.
She sat at the top of the lecture hall. At being spotted she grinned and came down the aisle and stopped at my desk and leaned forward...
This young lady was absolutely gorgeous, wearing a green shear silk button down with white pearl buttons and a long collar in the back. Her skirt was a black and white striped pleated mini-skirt. She had long unbrushed Dirty red hair that hung down in her well-exposed cleavage making me look at her gorgeous breasts-- Wait a moment, here!
I am a tenures professor of English, at the University of South Miami. I have a Doctorate in English Literature from The University of Pittsburgh. I am in debt up to my eyeballs and yet have no excuse for my careless behavior. Now, as I stand here looking at what a good percentage of the male population would consider a spectacular chance to wind up in a relationship, and here I stand ogling her titties.
So I decided to say the only thing I could at that moment come up with: "May I help you with something?" I looked at her face and realized I didn't recognize her from my regular classes so perhaps she is just visiting with a sister,... Or perhaps I will just quit trying to speculate the purpose of her visit and tune into what she is saying..." I feel so honored and privileged to be able to speak with you this evening. You see, Professor, I have something for you that will make you more content with your life than you could ever imagine..."
Her eyes gazed into my own and I got the feeling that what she was saying was sincere, but..., I still found it hard to focus on what she was saying. She had this way of captivating me with her beautiful eyes, a color made up of blue and green that made "teal" seem like a totally unsatisfactory nomenclature for what her eyes made me feel. She held up her hand, in gesture to what she was saying. I was focused so intently on her fingertips that when she offered her hands to me, it was all I could do to reach out and take them in my own hands.
She led me out the door to my lecture hall and down the hallway. WE stepped out the double doors in to the late afternoon sun and humidity. She led me down the steps to a parking lot. I pulled my eyes away from her own and was surprised to see a Private bus. You know, the kind rock stars buy to tour round the nation. I stopped short and feared that she was right in one respect: My life was slated to change inconceivably. I could sense it. And I was ready for it.
So, that is the first Chapter. I can't wait to get your comments on it. There is so much more to type out on this that I await the final results thereof. Enjoy....