A Higher Learning (closed for higherlevel4u and myself)

[molly_hunter28]

Summer was over for Autum Monroe. Tomorrow would be her first day back at college. She was actually looking forward to it. Most of her friends, well more like acquaintances, were still wanting to have fun. She did go out but it was never until the all hours and was usually the one to be in bed first.

Perhaps it was due to her family. They were a highly wealthy and respected people in the community. Her father made his fortune in real estate. Her mother had just been along for the ride. Autum was their only daughter and so she spent most of her days under a microscope. It was amazing they even let her out of the house.

She was twenty, turning twenty-one in a matter of weeks, and had yet to be on a real date. Autum had had a few backseat fumblings after parties or dances but nothing more serious then heavy petting. She longed to be part of that world, to know what it was like. She read stories, books, spent time on the internet imersing herself in it yet when it came to the act she was a mess.

The guys, more like boys, because they acted like it wanted nothing more then blowjobs or quickies. Autum found herself feeling akward and unsure so it usually ended up with her just going home. She seemed to be clumsy, a true mess. She even looked the part of a clutz.

Her hair was long and brown, with curls. Her eyes were blue. All simple colors. She wore glasses or contacts. She wasn't sure how to put on make up. Her father thought that was trampy. Her mother never showed her how to put herself together. Autum learned by doing and making a huge fool out of herself most times.

Now though she would be back at school. Studying to be and English major. No need to worry about her hair or clothes, only her studies. Thats why she liked it. She was smart and loved learning. It was her safe zone.

Tomorrow she thought, everything will get back to normal. Then drifted off to sleep waiting for her alarm to go off in the morning. A simle of contentment on her face.

 

[higherlevel4u]

Steve Donahue finished shaving, doused his face in water, and lifted his head to stare into the mirror before him. A pair of intensely blue eyes stared back at him, out of a tanned and fairly unlined face ... he turned his face first one way and then the other ... "Not too bad" he thought to himself, "considering I'm the wrong side of forty now, I know plenty of guys younger than me who look a lot older ..." He took a towel off the rail and dried his face, before patting on some of his favourite aftershave, Hugo Boss, and running his fingers through his dark brown hair, only lightly streaked with grey at the temples. He stared a little longer in the mirror before muttering to himself, "No need for the Grecian 2000 yet, then, Stevie boy!" Laughing out loud to himself, he then headed off into the bedroom to get dressed for the coming day. Jeans, open neck plaid shirt with a contrasting plain tee underneath were the order of the day, he thought to himself as he opened the robe door. Although he was a very well-respected professor of English at the local university, many people, passing him in the street as he hurried by with a pile of books tucked under one arm, would quite easily mistake him for one of his mature students, rather than their teacher.

Arriving downstairs, he met Melissa, his wife of seventeen years, as she was heading out of the front door.

"Another meeting, honey?"

"Yes, baby" replied Melissa, giving Steve a cursory peck on the cheek as she picked up her Gucci bag and opened the front door of their new, rather palatial house, recently purchased in one of the more affluent areas of the city. Melissa's parents had built up a very well-known real estate chain in Washington state and Melissa was now heading up the new office here in Seattle. It seemed to Steve that every moment of her life was now spent either at the office, meeting prospective clients to view property, or entertaining corporate clients in the evenings.

"I have to meet the Johnsons at nine to view that property down on the coast. Remember, I told you about it last night?"

"What time will you home for dinner?" asked Steve,

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I have to go over to Daddy's tonight - he's having one of his meet-and-greet evenings at the mansion, so I'll go straight from the office. I'm sure there's something in the freezer you could heat up if you want. I'll probably be quite late, so don't wait up for me." And, with another peck on the cheek, she was gone in a haze of Chanel and a screech of expensive tyres.

Steve wandered through to the kitchen and poured himself a coffee. The morning paper was on the table and he settled down to peruse the headlines whilst sipping his drink. After a while, he found his mind was wandering, and he dropped the paper as he began to think about the new semester at university, and what his new collection of students would be like. They usually were a mottley crew, and he constantly hoped that out of the general mediocrity that passed through his hands, he migh some day find a real gem, a student with real intelligence and insight into the subject; someone he could relate to on a idealogical level, an equal .... maybe this year, he thought, maybe this year ....

 

[molly_hunter28]

Autum woke up before her alarm went off. She stretched and smiled at the sun pouring through her window. Her body lay there in a tangle of her bed sheets. Yawning before she finally rolled off the side and headed into the bathroom and a nice warm shower to begin her day.

Turning the water as warm as she could stand it, Autum went in. It fell over her body, warming her. Her head falling back under the water, her hands filling with soap as she washed it. She smelled of lilacs, both her shampoo and soap had much of the scent though out. Her body felt like it was starting to awaken as she finished soaping herself up. Music could be heard playing in the background. It seemed to add to her morning routine, get her moving a little more.

Rinsing off she stepped from the shower and wrapped her wet body into a fluffy white towel. Moving through her room, she reached into her dresser. While she was quite the sexual misfit, Autum loved the feel of lace and silk against her body. So under her mismatched, sometimes out of style clothes, she wore that. It made her feel like a woman.

Today she picked out pink. It was mostly lace, a little of her satin covering her breasts. She loved the look of the tanga as she put it on. It was only too bad she hadn't been able to get past the "ugly duckling" ohase of her sex life. As if she had one. Shrugging she put her bra on and walked to the closet and found some black jeans and a green beatles t-shirt. Both pieces hugged her body, showing off the fact that she did have a great one.

She ended back into her bathroom, drying her hair. She thought about doing something to it in the end though she decided on just pulling it up. It was out of her way and she would be able to see. Autum put her contacts in and put on some light foundation before grabbing her laptop and bag. Heading into the kitchen to have something to eat.

Ending up with grapefruit and a cup of coffee, she ate quickly. Staying with her parents was not something she loved but it allowed her a chance to save money. Money that was given to her as part of an allowance. She got out the house just before her parents woke up.

Getting to campus she headed directly to her first class. Stopping only once when someone was talking to her. A young girl that some nights she hung out with. After leaving her, Autum made her way into class. The first one was to deal directly with her major. Takiing a seat somewhere in the middle, she waited. Several kids had already made their way to the room so she wasn't too early. Getting out her laptop she opened it and began typing in a journal she kept, waiting for class to begin.

 

[higherlevel4u]

Steve looked at his watch and hurriedly emptied his coffee cup as he realized that he had planned on being early for this, the first day of the new academic year. The last thing he wanted to do was arrive late for his first class and set an unwanted example for his young charges. Steve was a fairly laid-back sort of a guy, but one thing he insisted upon was the use of the full allotted time for each class. He often felt that he didn't have enough time with his pupils as it was, and wasting time in the classes was an unthinkable waste of time and resources. Indeed, he often put in extra time with many of his students, to the constant dismay of his wife, but he was convinced that he could produce a bumper crop of young academics every year, and it was all part of his plan to give them every opportunity to shine, even if it meant putting himself out to accommodate them.

Grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair, he hurried out through the still-open front door, left ajar after Melissa's whirlwind exit, and eased himself into his fourteen-year old Porsche, one of the few indulgences he allowed himself in an otherwise fairly frugal existence. His pride and joy was a 1982 Porsche 911SC Targa with a dark metallic blue exterior and cream leather upholstery, and Melissa never forgot to remind him, on an insufferable number of occasions, that if it wasn't for "daddy's money" he would never be able to afford to run it on his salary alone. Steve gunned the powerful engine to life and slid out of the drive, sliding a Springsteen CD into the player and smiling to himself as the first notes of "Born To Run" came screaming out of the six speakers surrounding him. Driving in from the suburbs to the south of the city on I-5, he took the James St. exit as usual and fortunately for him the traffic this morning was unusually light. He pulled up at the barrier to the staff car park at 8.45am and waved as the weather-beaten face of Seth Johnson, the car park supervisor, appeared from the booth window.

"Lovely mornin' Mr Donahue!" he said in that unmistakeably sonorous voice of his, a voice people often compared to James Earl Jones, the well-known Hollywood actor - indeed feature-wise, there were some that even said he looked a mite like the great man, a notion that Seth shamelessly encouraged and had built a whole lifestyle around.

"That it is, Seth - a morning to warm hearts and raise the spirits" replied Steve, as he waited for the barrier to raise before gunning the Porsche through with another wave of his hand to Seth before embarking on the daily search for a convenient parking spot. Grabbing his battered document case, he leaped out of the car and made a bee-line for the doors to the Humanities block, waving at passing students and staff and acknowledging the greetings and good-natured jibes that always accompanied his arrival in the Porsche. He arrived in Lecture Hall 12 at 8.52am, "a full eight minutes early" he mused to himself - not bad considering how late his leaving had been, and he went straight to the desk at the front of the class to arrange his notes for today's class. There were a few stragglers still drifting in by the time the campus clock struck nine, and Steve got up to close the lecture hall door.

He strolled back to the front of the hall and surveyed the class he had this year. A pretty mixed bunch, as was to be expected, a good ratio of male to female, and, to be fair, they looked a fairly alert and intelligent set of students. After a quick introduction, he proceeded to outline the timetable for the year, what subjects they would be covering, when all major assessments would have to be completed, and just what he expected from his pupils in his care. After that he took a question and answer session, all the while assessing his new students; which were the outspoken ones, which were the quiet ones, which were the over-confident ones, etc until in his own mind he had started to build a mental picture of the class before him.

Of all the female students, and Steve was man enough to admit that he had 'an eye' for the ladies, one girl gained his attention, if for no other reason than she was wearing a Beatles T-shirt. Being born in the 60's himself, and having two parents who were huge Beatles fans, Steve had lived with the Fab Four all his life, it seemed, and he was intrigued by this girl: was she wearing it because she liked the Beatles; was it some sort of retro fashion statement or just a design she had seen in a charity shop and thought it was worth lashing out a few dollars on?

The hour seemed to fly by, as usual. Steve was a natural teacher and orator, and his easy-going style, liberally interspersed with examples of his wry humour, never failed to hold the students' attention and meant that he was always regarded as one of the 'must-have' teachers by a lot of the students taking English as a major. Finally, class was dismissed and the students started to make their way out of the room. As he always did on the first day, Steve was at the door, shaking hands with all his students and taking their names; he was blessed with a remarkable memory, and he found that once he had done this ritual, he could generally fit a name to a face for the next class.

Suddenly he realised that the hand he was holding belonged to the girl in the Beatles T-shirt .....

 

[molly_hunter28]

Autum's first classed passed almost too quickly. She listened to her Professor go over what was required in his class. Other students asked questions while she typed away on her little laprop. Mr Donahue seemed to be just what she had been told. Fairly easy going but not to let that fool anyone that took his class. He still expected alot from his students. That was one reason she wnated this class, besides the fact it was required for her major, the guy was also cute.

She knew better then to ever think she would get involved with her teacher. Besides even if that were that case there were other women that were far prettier then her. Obviously she would be a last picked girl. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the view from her chair. It would make this school go much faster having to watch and listen to him. Autum thought as she typed a few things she would need for this class.

Before she knew it everyone was packing it up for the day. She shut down her laptop and watched as the Professor shook his students hands. He must like to be the kind that wanted to know his kids, be a little more personable. Which was nice for Autum. It made the classes run better she always thought. Grabbing her bag she noticed she was one of the last ones to walk down. She smiled softly as she reached her hand out and took his.

"Professor, hello I'm Autum Monroe," she said her voice a little nervous as she felt the warmth of his hand around hers.

Her stomach did these little flip flops that she hadn't felt in years, if ever. He did that to her. His eyes were blue she noticed, reminding her of the ocean. Deep and so crystal clear. His features were classic, she could tell he had style and tase, unlike her. She had no sense of fashion or taste. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

He was probably wondering what kind of rejects hand did he hold. Autum laughed silently, she found humor in her own sad misfortune. Sure given the chance she could probably look just as good as any other girl but that was he problem. No one to take the time to "train" her. If only she let herself dream. Autum didn't think that she had low confidence, it was there just hiding behind a bad wardrobe and unruly curls.

Noticing he hand was still in his as he watched her, she smiled. Not knowing what else to do. She was so not good with first meetings. Especially with the attractive teacher she had already decided was out of her league. Autums gaze followed down to their hands and she felt a heat coming from him. Her mind spun, all from a simple handshake. What was she thinking?

 

[higherlevel4u]

Steve looked up into two very attractive ice-blue eyes which actually seemed to sparkle as she almost whispered her name to him. He smiled at her, one of his 100 megawatt smiles, that usually sent females' hearts into orbit, as he replied "Pleased to meet you Autumn, I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other in the near future ..."

As he looked into her eyes, she immediately cast them downwards, and his words, coupled with the extra time spent holding her hand, brought a flush to her cheeks. She immediately withdrew her hand and hurried off down the corridor, clutching her laptop tightly to her chest and Steve found himself following her progress until she turned out of sight at the far end of the block. Suddenly, he realised that the next student was waiting in line and he hurriedly finished all the introductions, his mind unusually scrambled for one so normally ordered and in control. "What's the matter with you, Stevie boy" he mused to himself as he collected his things together, "getting yourself in such a state, and over such a plain jane as that Autumn Monroe!".

He had no more classes to teach, Monday being his lightest day, and so he decided to head off into the hills with his camera. Photography was another passion of his, mostly landscapes, but he'd tried his hand at most things and, even though he said so himself, he thought some of the stuff he produced wasn't half bad - in fact only last year a friend of his who owned a small gallery downtown had allowed him to put on an exhibition of his landscapes photographs which had attracted a little attention in the local newspaper at the time, and he'd even managed to sell a few of his better ones.

As he crossed the car park, he happened to look up and see the unmistakeable figure of Autumn Monroe heading towards the exit on foot. On impulse, he leaped into the Porsche and gunned the engine to life and roared across the car park. Pulling up alongside Autumn, she seemed to be oblivious to his presence until he called out, "Hey, Autumn, can I give you a lift anywhere?"

She seemed surprised to see him there and stood there, blinking at him like a startled rabbit caught in headlights. "Umm, it's okay, Professor, I was going to catch the bus, the stop's only down at the end of the road here ..."

"I wouldn't hear of it, Autumn" said Steve, leaping out of the car and opening the passenger door for her with a theatrical flourish, "where do you live?"

"Belleview" replied Autumnn

"Hey, it's on my way! I'm heading off into the hills with my camera, I'll drop you off ... " and she found herself being ushered gently into the low-slung passenger seat of his Porsche. The door was firmly shut and before she knew what had hit her, they were off, her curly tresses blowing in the slipstream ....

 

[molly_hunter28]

Autum found herself almost running from the hall. Not bothering to look back she was too scared. His hand had been so warm, so strong. Her thoughts traveled down the path of teacher and student. Her and him, together. What was she thinking? The idea of anything happening, that he would be attracted to her in any way, Autum doubted that.

She wasn't like most girls aroung campus she noticed as she was leaving for the day. They new what to wear, how to wear it. More then that they knew how to act. To make themselves someone you wanted to know. Little wallflower Autum was so far removed from that. She wondered if ever that day would come.

Lost in her simple thoughts she moved though the parking lot. Intent on heading home she began her walking. Autum saw the professor heading to his car. Making a mental note of what it was she smiled. It suited him, fast and controlled. Something told this little one that he liked to be in control. Shaking her head she continued on her way, oblivious to anyone and anything.

She heard something, a car pulling next to her but Autum expected it to continue moving. Not stay around as though someone wanted to talk to her. WHo would it be anyway she thought? Most people she hung out with were already gone for the day. Then she remembered the car was coming out of the teacher parking. It was Mr Donahue.

They argued, if one could call it that, about her not needing a ride. She finally knew he wouldn't take no so she let herself be seated in his very low, very sexy car.

Words seem to fail her as she sat there. Autum wanted to talk but she didn't have a clue as to what to say to her professor. It very well couldn't be the thoughts that had just crossed her mind. She let out a slight chuckle. If only he knew.

"So umm, Mr Donahue, you are a photographer too. I always liked looking at them. What kind of pictures do you take," she asked a questioning smile on her lips.

She thought it would be nice, safe solid ground to chat about without her making a complete goof of herself. Which was almost second nature to the girl. She knew of the hills up there, had spent time there enjoying the stillness of it all. She had even found a little creek that she would sit at lettign her feet hang in the water. Her ideal place.

Thinking about mentioning it to him Autum decided to wait. She thought he might already know of it. Seeing as though he was familiar with where she lived. Looking out the window, she watched as the trees and clouds rushed by....

 

[higherlevel4u]

Autumn seemed a little bit on the shy side to Steve and her conversational ability was virtually zero, so he kept the chat going himself as he drove out of town on Pacific Boulevard, heading towards the affluent suburb of Belleview, where Autumn's parents lived. He probed her a little as they talked, asking questions about her likes and dislikes and her home life, thinking how ironic it was that her parents had made their money from real estate, as had his wife's family.

He mused to himself that he must ask Melissa when he returned home about the name Monroe Associates and see if she had heard of the company - it certainly wasn't familiar to him, but then hey, what did he know about real estate? As they left the city behind and headed up into the hills, Steve glanced a few times at Autumn as she stared out at the view below them. He couldn't help assessing her, as most guys do with new females they've just met - on the surface she just didn't seem to be his type. Her hair was roughly pulled up and kept in place with a simple barrette, she had virtually no make-up on her face, as opposed to some of the other girls in her year, who obviously spent hours applying theirs just to come into classes! She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, fairly standard student gear, but he kept glancing at her denim-clad legs and trying to imagine the limbs inside and what they would look like in one of those short skirts that seemed to be all the fashion on campus this year. She wore plain horn-rimmed spectacles, which did absolutely nothing for her face, which, Steve noted, was quite classically sculpted and his mind kept wandering, imagining her with make-up, with her contacts instead of the glasses, and some sexy clothes.

Suddenly, he realised they were at the gates of Belleview.

"Jeez, Autumn", Steve whistled "when you said your Mom and dad were loaded, I didn't think you meant THIS loaded!"

Belleview was a gated community in the truest sense of the word - a two-meter wall running around the perimeter, with only one way in and out, guarded by a booth manned by an armed security guy.

"This will be fine, Mr Donahue" said Autumn, "you needn't come in - ours is the first house up the drive there." She pointed up the curving drive to where an ultra-modern split-level house was built into the hillside. Parked on the drive were a Mercedes and a BMW, both with personalised plates. The whole place absolutely reeked money. Huge amounts of the stuff, Steve thought.

"Well, if you're sure, Autumn?", but hardly had he finished the sentence when the door was opened and shut and Autumn was gone with a final wave and a mumbled "See you on Thursday, Professor!" Steve sat for a while, watching her walk slowly up the drive towards the house, noting with some interest the way her hips moved as she walked. "You know, Stevie boy, that's a cute little ass she has there ... I wonder, will she look back once more before going into the house." When she reached the front door, Autumn rummaged around in her bag for her key, eventually found it and pushed it into the lock. Just as he thought she wasn't going to look, she half turned and sneaked a little glance over her shoulder, back down the drive, at where Steve was sitting in the Porsche. Grinning to himself, he gunned the engine into life, and with a wave of his hand to Autumn, he was gone in a cloud of dust and gravel ....

 

[molly_hunter28]

The convesation was mostly kept up by Mr Donahue. Autum, being her usual self did noth but mutter and grumble. She wanted to talk, to make some sort of impression but typical conversation was not her strong suit. As the Professor found out.

They pulled up to the gate, the houses making everything seem overwhelming. They were huge, massive building of flagstone or bick. So many cars in the driveway, one could not count them all. The front yards were perfect. Each one kept perfect by a lawn care service. Grass covering most of them. There were pools in the back as far as one could see. Autum alway thought it was a little much. She wasn't all that into money. Sure it made things easier but that sometimes wasn't a good thing.

SHe watched as he pulled up to the gate and she left the car. She waved to Reggie the security guard and walked on by and into her house. Theirs was brick and very very large. Her father seemed to think the bigger the house the more money it showed you had. She saw that both cars were in the drive. Hers was at the shop getting a paint job after she had backed into a pole. Another test to her clumsyness. Her father had flipped and swore that should she do that again it would get fixed.

Turning she watched the Professor drive away. There was something about him she thought as she made her way into the house. She heard her parents in the kitchen discussing a party they would be holding. One that would include a variety of their real estate friends. Autum shook her head and made her way into the room.

"Mom and Dad," she said.

"Autum, we are having a gathering here friday night and I would like you to be here. Please go see Caroline and have something done with your hair and buy a dress. Its a formal affair."

Nodding at her mother Autum grabbed a Pepsi and went to her room. She dialed Caroline's and told them she needed to be seen and the appointment was set for Thursday. Her mother would be pleased. She needed a dress, the idea didn't thrill Autum but what could she do. She would get her hair done, find a gown, and attend the stupid party where she would look like she was attached to her chair or the wall. It's how it always had been.

One in her room she lay on her bed and got out her laptop. She played someof her favorite songs, one happening to a beatles tune as she got up and undressed. Taking her hair down she walked into the bath and started running warm water. Her nerves after the first day were frazzled and so she need to calm down. Lavender always seemed to help her. She slid into the ovesized tub and let out a sigh.

Autum closed her eyes and let her body take in the smell, the feel of the water around her. So nice and warm she felt as though she would fall asleep. She began singing along softly to the music playing and her mind drifted. Back to her professor, Mr Donahue.

He couldn't be that old, he looked so young. She would almost bet mid thirty's. She had acted like a goof, not like a young woman should she knew that much. Her head drifted to the side. What would it like to be with a man like that? She needed a teacher in more ways then one before she dared try someone like him. She guessed he would find her lacking, in more way then one.

Her eyes drifted closed and she fell into a light sleep. Her head resting on a foam cushion so not to fall into the water. She was dreaming, dreaming of him and what it would be like to be with such a man.....

 

[higherlevel4u]

Steve couldn't get Autumn Monroe out of his head. He drove the Porsche up into the hills and unloaded his tripod and camera bag from the trunk before setting off on foot along a trail which led up through the pine trees of Blackstock Forest and onto the ridge beyond. He wandered along, admiring the views and checking up through the viewfinder of his camera whether or not a particular scene would look attractive or not when cropped down. He set up his tripod overlooking a waterfall and decided to take a shot of the water cascading over the rocks at the edge. He gave it both a normal exposure to stop the motion of the water and a long exposure to blur the water, and then he would decide later which to use for the new exhibition - his gallery owner friend was putting on another show featuring local artists and photographers and had asked Steve if he would like to contribute a few pictures for show. Steve suddenly realised that he was lying on the ground next to his tripod, eyes closed, feeling the warm late afternoon sun on his face – and thinking yet again about Autumn.

"What is it about her?" he mused to himself, "You've seen a lot of girls more beautiful than her, and yet .... "

He tried to imagine her in different ways, how she would look in different clothes, perhaps some make-up, a new hairstyle .... he even envisaged her in her underwear, which he saw as being very straight-laced, and matronly .... but then he also could see her lying on her bed in something lacy and skimpy from Victoria's Secret and was pleasantly surprised to feel a stirring in his groin. With this thought in his head, Steve drifted off to sleep .... a smile on his face, and a swelling in his jeans .....

With a jerk, Steve awakened. A coyote calling nearby had stirred him, and he realised that it was getting dark. Packing his stuff away, he headed back down through the forest to his car and drove down the winding track to the main road which would take him back through the city and home. As he pulled onto the drive of his house, he was surprised to see Melissa's black BMW X-5 in the drive, he half-expected her to be out on business; she seemed hardly ever to be at home these days. He got his gear from the trunk and opened the front door, calling out Melissa's name as he entered. She eventually answered him as she was coming down the stairs, dressed to kill in a tight-fitting black dress, putting on diamond earrings which matched the necklace she was wearing.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been calling your mobile all afternoon! Haven't you got it turned on again?"

"Uh, I went up into the hills to take some pics for the exhibition, baby", Steve said as he dug into his coat pocket and looked at his mobile. "Shit, it's dead, the battery's gone again ..."

Melissa rolled her eyes heavenward and tutted at him. "Oh, for god's sake, Steve, when will you learn? I suppose you've forgotten we're meant to be at the Richardson's at eight?"

"Oh, Christ, Melissa, I'm sorry .... I HAD forgotten .... give me two minutes to shower and shave and then we'll get off ..."

"What? Oh, don't bother, Steve, we're late already. I'll have to go on my own and make some excuse for you, as usual ...."

Steve started to argue, but realised it would be pointless, the mood Melissa was in, and anyway, deep down, he realised that he was GLAD he wouldn't be going. He thought the dinner parties at the Richardson's were excrutiatingly boring, all they did was talk shop, going over who was buying what real estate and how the prices were rocketing, and what the rise in the interest rate would do to growth in the sector, blah, blah, blah ...... he went through to the kitchen and looked in the freezer to see if there was a tv dinner he could warm up as his stomach was now telling him how long it was since he had last eaten. He found a frozen lasagne and popped it in the microwave as Melissa came striding into the kitchen.

"I'm going, now, but there's one more thing - and I warn you - do NOT forget this, Steve – we have been invited to a party on Thursday over in Belleview."

Melissa saw Steve's eyebrows rise at the mention of Belleview .... "Yes, Belleview! We have been invited to the Monroe's!"

Steve's heart did a funny little jump, but he managed to keep composed and said "The Monroe's? Who are they?"

Melissa's eyes rolled heavenward again. "Christ, Steve, don't you know anything? Monroe & Associates are probably THE biggest real estate firm in Seattle, probably in Washington State, and the fact that we have been invited could be the biggest boost to our business for quite some time. All the movers and shakers will be there, so it will be an ideal chance to network. So whatever you do, DO NOT forget about this .... please??"

"Okay, honey," said Steve, his brain working overtime .... "I promise - we WILL be going to the Monroe's on Thursday ...."

 

[molly_hunter28]

Autum woke to a pounding on her door. She knew it was her mom, had to be. She was the only one he beat with such an intensity. Now wanting to answer but knowing she wouldn't go away Autum let out a soft sigh and told her to come in. Waiting in the the bath she let her hands toy with the bubbles.

"In here mother," she said when asked where she was hiding.

"Did you call, make arrangements>"

"I did mom. Thursday I'll have my hair done and find a dress that will make you guys happy."

"Good Autum. There will be many people there to impress. It is to be a grand party. I would expect nothing but the best from you."

"Everything will be fine mom. Don't worry okay."

"Your father and I are meeting the Whitefields for dinner. Find yourself something or order in. We will be late so we will see you tomorrow."

"Have a good night mom."

Watching her mother leave the room Autum let out a sigh. Why did her family have to be so not normal? Becasue that was their way, always had been. Sinking deeper into the water Autum stayed awhile longer. Trying to clear her mind from all the stress that came with her last name. It worked and she step from the tub and dried off.

Slipping into a big obnoxious pink robe, she walked the phone and order some chinese food. It would be here in fifteen the man said. Grabbing her money she rang the gate to let them know. Then she sat on the steps and waited. The time moving quickly as she picked at the strings of her very out-dated covering. Then the knock at the door came.

She paid the delivery guy that kept staring at her and nearly slammed the door in his face. What was he looking at anyway. Her hair was pulled to her head and she looked well plane. Nothing about her stood out. Well the fact she was nothing special did she guessed.

Heading to her room she took out her dinner lemon chicken and rice. Eating slowly she watched the tv hoping something was on. As usual it seemed to be reality overload. She couldn't stand those shows. They always made fun of the underdog. People that reminded Autum of herself. A little left of center.

She decided she couldn't handle it and clicked on the dvd player. er favorite movie was still in there. Pretty In Pink, a classic. Well it was in her eyes. A girl getting the rich guy. She loved that idea. She knew how people could be in high class and it was so close to them. Although Autum felt a little like Andy. Just out of touch with the masses. A little different. Thats propbably why she connected so much with it.

Autum lay there eating and watching her movie. The time assing quickly and she began yawning. She thought before she would head off she would write in her journal. Why she kept it she still didn't know but it suited her. Her fingers typed, moving over the keys. Her feelings and thoughts pouring out. Alot of it was about a certain professor that seemed to take over her thoughts. It would be a long year in his classes Autum thought as hse turned it off and snuggled into bed in nothing but her lacey panties. The one thing she managed to buy correctly.

Sleep claimed her quickly although it was fitful. She was plagued by dreams. Ones of him, watching her. He never spoke but always she knew he was there, just beyond her reach. Watching and waiting for the moment to take her. Autums dream seemed so real and she woke with a start. Looking down at the clock she saw it was barely four in the morning. She fell back on pillows and closed her eyes. She tried to find sleep but it just wouldn't come to her.

Getting up she walked to her closet, dressed in running pants and a sweater she decided to go for a jog. Leaving the house quietly she waved to Reggie as she ran by and out into the surrounding areas. It felt nice to be up early maybe this would become routine. The weather was crisp but still nice as she moved through the street. She found a coffee shop on the corner and decided to get some. She sat down and let herself take in the sunset, the morning colors. It really was peaceful.

 

[higherlevel4u]

Steve sat in the lounge, eating his TV dinner off a tray on his knees while he channel-hopped on the big plasma screen on the wall above the fireplace, finally settling for a football game. The Seahawks were at home to the Steelers and he watched for a while as he finished his lasagne, but by the time they were into the third quarter, and the Seahawks were 27 - 6 down, he'd pretty much lost interest, and turned the set off.

He sat for a while on the sofa, staring out of the window at the view of their landscaped rear garden, watching some birds feasting on berries on one of the bushes, his mind wandering from one thing to another, seemingly at random. He was aware that something was not quite right in Steve Donahue's ordered little world, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Eventually, his thoughts turned to Melissa and their marriage. She was off out again this evening, and although he was supposed to have gone with her, he knew deep down in his heart that the real reason he got taken along to some of Melissa's events were simply because he was good eye candy for her to be seen with and they made a seemingly glittering couple together - she, the successful business woman and he, the celebrated academic, well-respected in both local and national literary circles.

If he analysed it, Steve knew that he had a very comfortable lifestyle here with Melissa; as she so often reminded him, he wouldn't have a lot of the luxuries in life he was used to if he had to survive on his University salary alone, and, goddammit, he enjoyed these luxuries ..... his beloved Porsche, his 50" plasma tv, his top-end Nikon digital camera, with all the lenses and accessories that he needed .... he knew his quality of life would suffer without all these .... but at the end of it all, the bottom line was that Steve was unhappy.

Something, and he was not sure what, was missing in his life. Sure, he loved Melissa, at least he thought he did, but on reflection he realised that a lot of the times, they were just going through the motions. Sex was usually good (when she allowed it him, these days), but even there, Steve thought it was all too cosy, too stereotyped, too .... well ..... boring? Since the advent of the Internet, Steve, like so many other millions of guys around the globe, had downloaded his share of porn - it was either free or very cheap, depending where you looked, and he had passed many an enjoyable hour while Melissa was out at one of her dos watching some of his porn films downstairs in his den. Just thinking about this caused a swelling to begin in his pants, and he felt the familiar constriction as his cock, steadily being pumped full of blood, was vainly trying to find a way out of the confined space it found itself in. Smiling, he stood up and went to take a shower, the sweat of the afternoon in the hills was still there, dried on his body and he needed to freshen up ....

Standing in the shower, the power spray hitting his face, Steve lathered his hair and body, letting his mind drift again .... when suddenly Autumn Monroe's face jumped into focus in his head. The view of her walking up the drive to her house at Belleview. The way those jeans clung to that tight little ass as she walked. The way her hips moved seductively from side to side. That last little look from under her fringe as he drove away. All these images crowded into Steve's mind, and he again felt his cock begin to stiffen. Instinctively, he grasped it with his right hand, and bent his head back, letting the water wash down his body. He closed his eyes and thought of Autumn, trying to imagine her in her underwear .... taking off that underwear .... kissing that beautiful mouth of hers. He imagined it was her hand on his cock, her hand that was pumping faster and faster on his rock-hard shaft. He could visualise her breasts; quite small, but beautifully firm, topped with hard, erect nipples. He could almost taste one as he took it into his mouth as her hand pumped faster and faster on his cock. Then, finally, as he let out a long, drawn-out groan of ecstacy, and his milky-white seed burst forth from his engorged cock and splattered all over the tiled wall of the shower cubicle, in his mind, he came inside Autumn ....

 

[molly_hunter28]

Autum watched the day dawn through the window of the coffee shop. Sitting in the overstuffed green chair she watched as the shop got busy with the bussle of customers wanting to start their day with a dose of the rich warm liquid. Autum decided that it was time to head back to the house and get ready for classes. They started a tad later today but that didn't mean she wanted to be late.

Jogging back to her house she stopped long enough to talk with Reggie. Their conversation was light. Although he had asked about the older man she'd been with the day before. Just my professor Reg, he was being nice Autum had told him then took off. She got in and showered. Dressing in her usual style, jeans and a vintage Doors shirt she decided to leave her hair down. She put some product in her hair and it looked alright. With one quick look she went down to eat breakfast.

Her father was up and she smiled at him. Her nodded over his paper and Autum cut up a simple grapefruit. She sat silently and ate it. Her father looking from his paper to make only the slightest comment.

"Don't go looking all trashy the night of the party. We have important peopl coming over. Big deals to be made Autum."

She didn't bother to reply, she nodded finished her food and left. As she walked out the door she got a quick call. Her car was done early and she could get it after school today. She had never been more excited. Well atleast not since she got it for her 18th birthday. That was a night she cared not to remember.

Johnny Walters had kissed her and she'd gotten all clumsy and spilled her drink on him. It was a disaster. Needles to say all the boys were laughing along with the girls. It had been a disaster for her. One that had still clung to her. She hoped she'd out grow it by the time she turned 21 but that was only weeks away. She doubted it.

Before Autum knew it she was back at the University. She walked around campus and saw a few people she paused to talk to. She had also walked by the faculty parking and didn't see Mr Donahues car. Why was she looking anyway. He had just been nice giving her a ride home. Connie Franklin drew her away from her thoughts with a question about the party.

"Yeah Connie its supposed to be this great big deal. Gotta go by a dress and get my hair done. Mom insisted. Your parents are going, tell me you'll be there."

Connie shook her head yes and that made Autum smile. She was the one girl Autum could actually talk to for longer then a few minutes. Glancing at her watch she saw class would be starting soon and left Connie to go find her seat. Sitting down she got out her laptop, made a note about her car and waited for the class to begin.

 

[higherlevel4u]

Steve awoke the next day to find Melissa had left early again. He vaguely remembered her coming home last night, but was only half-awake at the time and quickly went back to sleep. He didn't have a class that day until the afternoon, so he closed his eyes again and lay there on the bed in a tangle of sheets, thinking about the party tomorrow night at the Monroe's. A large part of him so wanted to tell Melissa where she could stick her party and its usual gathering of boring socialites, constantly harping on about the price of real estate and how much their new yacht was going to cost them and whether or not they could get the taps they wanted in the gold leaf. Jeez, he almost went back to sleep thinking about it all. But then he remembered the one thing that would make all this worthwhile. Autumn would be there, and with a little luck, you never know, he might possibly be able to get to spend some time with her. Talk to her a little out of the class environment, about ordinary things like music, or television, or movies. He tried hard to picture what she would be wearing - surely she couldn't come to one of these parties dressed only in jeans and T-shirt? His mobile ringing brought him out of his reverie and he snatched it off the bedside table.

"Mr Donahue?"

"Speaking ..."

"Oh hi, it's Tom from KwikKlean, down on Derwent Street?"

"Oh hi, Tom, what can I do for you?"

"Your tux, Mr Donahue? You brought it in the other day? It's ready for you to pick up".

"Oh, right! Thanks, Tom - I'll be along later this afternoon to pick it up. Goodbye!"

Shit, he'd forgotten about the tux - when Melissa had told him about the party tomorrow at the Monroe's, she'd told him he'd better get his tux cleaned - this party was all about appearances, and she wanted him looking as smart as possible. God, how he hated wearing a tux, but if he didn't he'd stand out like a sore thumb at this party, he knew it, so he had to go along with it. Jumping out of bed and heading for the shower, he decided he'd pick the tux up on his way to his classes at lunchtime. In the shower, his mind kept wandering back to Autumn Monroe. "Get a grip, Stevie boy," he kept telling himself, "what's up with you? What's the big deal with this Monroe girl?". And he didn't really have an answer to this question. She wasn't a stunner in the beauty stakes, but there was definitely something about her that he could sense, but couldn't quite put his finger on. A vulnerability, maybe? He sensed that maybe she was a little on the shy side, and possibly her confidence had been undermined by overly strict parents who had ingrained, conservative ideas on how a young girl should dress and behave. He'd never seen her with any of the boys from her classes, she was always on her own, scurrying off down the road, laptop over one shoulder, books tucked under the other arm, looking as if she wanted to be anywhere but where she was at that precise moment in time. "She certainly is a strange one" he thought as he dried himself off and got dressed for the coming day.

Remembering to drive by the dry cleaner's on his way to uni, Steve arrived just in time to take his 2.30 class. He found his mind was still wandering - he couldn't believe how much this girl was disrupting his normal sense of equilibrium, and he found it disconcerting. He wasn't used to this and it was bugging him. His class went by in a haze. He operated on auto-pilot, and more than once, a question from one of the students suddenly brought him from his reverie with a bang. At last the bell went, and the class was over. having no more classes today, Steve collected his things together and headed for the faculty car park. As he turned the corner of the building, he literally walked straight into a girl coming the other way. They both did the little dance of "After you, no after you ..." before suddenly Steve realised it was Autumn. She had her hair down and wasn't wearing her glasses, and he hadn't recognised her at first.

"Hi Autumn, sorry about that!" laughed Steve

"Umm, that's okay, Professor" mumbled Autumn under her breath ....

"Where were you off to in such a rush?" Steve asked

"Um, I have to go collect my car from the shop, and they shut at four, so I'm late already. Thanks for helping me pick up my books, Professor ...."

"Steve, please, Autumn .... I don't stand by a lot of formality. How about I give you lift to the shop? I'm just heading out myself, it'll be no problem, honest!"

Autumn looked at her watch (Gucci, Steve noticed) .... and stood there, chewing on her bottom lip, undecided as to what she should do. Steve decided to take matters into his own hands. He gently took her arm by the elbow and ushered her through the door out to the car park.

"Come on, Autumn, it really is no problem .... where's the car shop?"

 

[molly_hunter28]

Autum really didn't want to take up ayny of the professors time but he seemed to not be giving her any choice or say. So she she went along with him. Walking next to him and getting to his car. Not only did she feel wierd around guys, around Mr Donahue, Steve, it was something so different. She was a nervous jumble of words and emotions she had no idea what to do with. Wanting to talk, be cool and collected, yet Autum couldn't find two words to put together with out sounding childish.

"Come on, Autumn, it really is no problem .... where's the car shop?"

"It's um, at 5th and Main Street, Coffier BMW. "

Autum watched as he opened the door for her and she slid inside. Her eyes looking out the window not too sure where the conversation would go. She wasn't the type to be able to talk freely. How she wanted to, wanted to not have this goofy fear that she would stumble and fall whenever she opened her mouth. Sadly it just wasn't the case. The drive was quick and passed in almost near silence, a few words uttered every now and then. Pulling into the dealership Autum smiled thinking she'd made through another moment with a man she found utterly attractive. Who was far from within her reach, he'd never be interested in a girl,woman she corrected herself, like her.

"Thanks Mr Don, I mean thanks Steve."

She went to open the door when he stilled her arm and said something about letting him open her door and that he'd wait with her while she picked up her car. Autum thought it was nice and went to say that there was no need but some how she knew better then to try. Steve wouldn't listen to her anyway. Walking in to the the body shop Autum found the man who had called her and he said in a moment he'd have her car brought around, all she neede to do was sign a few papers.

Her car was pulled around and Autum nearly let out a cry of excitment when her car rounded the corner. It was black, it was sleek, and it fit her. Although no one ever would no it but it was the car of her dreams. A 650i convertable was perfect. The one thing her parents had bought her that she loved. Her baby as she often called it. Her eyes sparkled as she she waited for the keys to be brought to her. Glancing over to Mr Donahue she smile.

"You really don't need to wai. My cars right there..." she trailed off and the manager came back in and had her sign several things.

Thanking him she and Steve walked out and looked over her car. Making sure everything was just as perfect. It was, Autum was so thrilled. The sheer joy was shinning through her eyes, her voice. It had seemed like forever without her car and now that she had it back things would be so much easier. Now she she just had to stay away from backing into things.

"Thanks Steve, you really didn't need to stay so long but thanks again for doing it. I guess, umm, I'll see you in class?"

Not really sure Autum opened her door and began to put the top down before leaving. The day was nice a sunny and was perfect for the wind in her hair. Getting into the seat she felt Steve closing the door behind her. Looking over she softly smiled at him. He really was a handsome man and her thoughts most certainly were running wild now.

 

[higherlevel4u]

Steve stood on the shop forecourt and waved as Autumn pulled away, rather tentatively, Steve thought, into the traffic on 5th .... he stood there until she had reached the first intersection and turning right, heading out of the city up to Belleview. As he climbed back into the Porsche, Steve noticed the tux in the back seat and the thought suddenly occurred to him that the party tomorrow at the Monroe's wasn't going to be quite as boring as he once imagined ....

Melissa was home when Steve got in, which surprised him. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her coming from the lounge as he walked through the front door. She told him she had just come home to pick some papers up and had to get back to the office, she was meeting a prospective new client at 5pm and then taking them out to the waterfront to see some properties. "TV dinner again, huh?" thought Steve as he went through to his den and began to sort through some students' papers - he had to mark them before class tomorrow, so he thought he'd do those first before he had dinner. He'd only been working for a short while when he heard Melissa shout "I'm off now, darling!" and the front door slam. Suddenly the house was deathly quiet. Steve sat back in his chair, chewing absentmindedly on his pen, wondering to himself if this was how their life was going to be together, him and Melissa .... two lives running in parallel to one another, only occasionally intersecting before moving apart again .... he sighed out aloud and went into the kitchen to put his meal in the microwave ....

Melissa phoned him around 8pm to say she had been invited out for dinner by the client and not to wait up for him. By 10pm Steve was unusually exhausted and decided to retire early for the night. He channel-hopped on the TV in the bedroom before falling asleep around 11pm. He never heard Melissa come back - the next thing he was aware of was her getting out of bed and wandering around the bedroom the next morning.

"What time is it?" mumbled Steve from under the duvet.

"7.45" said Melissa, "I have an appointment at nine and I need to get into work early to prepare some paperwork before they get there. Steve! Are you awake?"

"Mmmmmm " said Steve sleepily

"Do NOT forget it's the party at the Monroe's tonight, will you? This is SO important for me, you know that?"

"I won't forget" Steve replied, raising his head out of the bedclothes, "I picked my tux up yesterday afternoon"

"Good man" Melissa crooned at him as she bent to peck him on the cheek before rushing downstairs. "I'll be home by four this afternoon, darling, to get ready for tonight – see you later!"

A few minutes later, Steve heard the front door slam and Melissa's Mercedes roar off the drive. Steve lay there for a while, enjoying the silence and the warm sunlight streaming in through the large bedroom windows. Increasingly, his thoughts kept turning to the party at the Monroe's. Would Autumn be there? He was sure she would be, although they hadn't talked about it and he wanted to surprise her by turning up out of the blue with Melissa. He was intrigued what she would look like, dressed up to the nines, as she imagined she would be, for a party such as this. Yet again, he felt that familiar stirring from down below. He was regularly getting this reaction when he thought about Autumn, and he chided himself for harbouring some of the thoughts he was having. "What would a young girl like that see in old guy like me?" he thought. "Don't be so fucking silly, Stevie boy, she must have so many young guys of her own age to choose from." But then again, he couldn't actually remember ever seeing Autumn with a boy, either in or out of the university campus. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that Autumn was incredibly shy, painfully so. The couple of car rides he'd had with her, she'd hardly said a word, and when she did, it was spoken so softly that he had trouble hearing what she'd said. He thought if he got the chance tonight, he would try and corner her with a drink and see if he could get her to open up a little - maybe the drink might help to loosen her tongue?

Reluctantly, Steve rolled out of bed and showered and dressed. He would be late for his first class if he didn't get his ass into gear - and quickly! The day passed in a sort of blur for Steve, as he found himself more and more looking forward to the party that evening ....

 

[molly_hunter28]

Autum drove off and headed home. Tomorrow was a busy day and thankfully she only had her English class in the morning. Making it home just as her parents began eating Autum knew she was going to be in for. Her folks telling her how she had to ask, that the important people would be over tomoorow. They might as well lock her in a room and throw away the key. She never was perfect enough for mommy and daddy. Autum decided long ago to stop trying. It was never going to happen.

"Hey mom and dad," she said grabbing a plate and sitting down.

"Got your car today daughter I see."

"I did dad and I'll be more careful now."

Then there was the usual banter for the Monroe's. Who would be joining them. How much money they could get from investors. All things Autum never paid any attention to. She just ate and pretended to hear them. They didn't notice her leaving the room.

Walking into her room she kicked off her shoes and began to undress. Her shirt, pants, then the lacey bra and panties se loved to wear. She went into the shower and listen to her music. Singing along she lost herself if only for a little while.

She fell asleep and woke to her alarm in the morning. She dressed in a skirt and little tank t-shirt. Autum guessed she was going shopping after class and this would be eaier to get in and out of. She fixed her hair, still leaving it down and went to grab an apple and leave as she was late.

Class passed by so quickly Autum couldn't blink. She say her professor, Steve and she smiled. Thinking he smiled back she didn't really know or dwell on it. He was only being nice she thought to herself. She left class and headed to her car and the mall. She stopped and went into the store her mother had decided on. Instantly her eyes caught a dress and she tried it on with matching shoes. It fit perfectly, clung to curves of her body she hadn't known.

Glancing at her watch she saw it was time to head to the salon. She paid for the dress and made her way there. Her hair was going to be a nightmare. They wanted to know what kind of dress and so Autum showed them. They had the perfect hairstyle. They let her long tresses stay down, pulling up a few onto her head. Her makeup was done making her look so much older. She smiled in the mirror, now if she could pull it off she thought.

Making home she saw verything was almost ready. Hurring up to her room she put on her dress and shoes. Not messing up her hair and make up. She met her parents at the bottom of the stairs and they both smiled approvingly as they waited for their first guest to arrive.....

 

[higherlevel4u]

*Steve and Melissa set off for the party at 7.30 .... the invitation said it started at eight, and Melissa didn't want to be late, so they allowed half an hour to get there – there shouldn't be too much traffic at this time of night. As they were driving across town, Melissa suddenly asked Steve if he knew where they were going ....

"The Monroe's, aren't we?" Steve answered absentmindedly as he hung a right ....

"Correct", said Melissa, "but do you know where they live?"

"Belleview, isn't it?"

"Correct again, but how did you know? I'm sure I haven't told you ..."

Steve swallowed nervously, his brain working overtime.

"Ummm, one of my students is the Monroe's daughter, Autumn - I dropped her off at home one night when her car was off the road for a while ..."

He glanced to his right at Melissa to see the reaction this announcement had provoked. Why was he feeling guilty all of a sudden? Nothing had happened between him and Autumn, had it? He was just being the concerned professor and looking after one of his students, wasn't he? He needn't have worried. Melissa seemed far too preoccupied with the coming party and who she was likely to meet and of what benefit it could be to the family business to worry too much about Steve giving one of his students a lift home one night ....

Just then, Belleview came into sight and they pulled up to the security booth. They both showed their invitations, and were given details of where to park their car. A few minutes later they were being ushered through the front door by Mr & Mrs Monroe. After all the introductions, a waiter came by with a tray of champagne, and they both took a glass. Melissa had already found someone she knew and was involved in a long discussion about what a wonderful house the Monroe's had and what it's current worth must be ....

Steve found himself getting bored very quickly and began glancing around the room to see if he could see Autumn anywhere. She didn't appear to be in this room, and Steve excused himself, saying he was going to get another drink. He wandered out, back into the hall, where a huge ballustraded staircase ran up the centre and spread out in both directions in a balcony overlooking the huge hall area. As he went through into another large room overlooking the rear gardens, he noticed an attractive young woman just going out onto the patio, a drink in hand. He looked away, and then looked back immediately. Good god! Was that Autumn? Jeez ....

He casually wandered over to the open patio doors and saw there was a huge paved patio with stone ballustrades and a covered swing at the far end. The mystery woman was seated on this, gently swinging to and fro, feet tapping to some imaginary beat. Walking over, she looked up, and his heart almost missed a beat. It WAS Autumn .... but certainly not the gauky, awkward little teenager he knew from University. Here was a beautiful young woman, immaculately made up, her long hair lying in shimmering coils on her shoulders .... bare shoulders, he noticed .... and wearing a wonderful figure-hugging dress that must have cost a fortune.

"Hi, Autumn!", he announced casually.

"Professor?" Autumn replied, confusion on her face ... "but what are you doing here?"

Steve sat down on the swing next to her and told her about Melissa and the real estate business and their invite to her parents party. He noticed at once, that Melissa was sipping from a champagne flute all the way through this conversation, and there was already a couple of empty glasses on the small table next to the swing. "I was right" he thought to himself, "the alcohol HAS loosened her tongue!" And suddenly this was a whole new Autumn to him .... as the minutes passed, they chatted away like old friends, Steve noting that she seemed to be coming out of her shell, far more alive, far more .... attractive .... in every way. A couple of times, during the course of a conversation, she even put her hand on his arm when making a point .... and each time she did, Steve felt like a little electrical charge had run through his arm. Once or twice, when the conversation lulled, he glance sideways at her, and caught her looking at him over the rim of her glass.

"You know, Autumn, I have to say that you look absolutely stunning tonight."

She blushed a little and looked away, then back at him. "Do you really think that, Steve, or just saying it to please me?"

Their eyes locked and Steve reached up to brush a lock of hair away from her eyes. "No, I meant every word, Autumn" Steve whispered. He felt her almost trembling under his touch, like a rabbit caught in car headlights .... "you ARE a beautiful woman". He leaned in and his lips brushed her cheek .....*

 

[molly_hunter28]

Autum spent most of the night chatting away with her professor. Her champaign having gone straight to her head. She was gabbing away, talking up a storm. If she hadn't been standing there she would have never believed herself capable of such a thing. Always so quiet and reserved now here she was talking and chatting it up with her college professor. A very attractive man and she was not having any problems.

They chatted about everything and anything. The conversation sometimes calming but never totally silent. She'd stare a look at him, a little smile and they would begin anew. Her movements became lose, more relaxed. She even began little touches if you could believe such a thing. The shy, gawky girl was actually touching someone without making a complete goof of herself.


Their eyes locked and Steve reached up to brush a lock of hair away from her eyes. "No, I meant every word, Autumn" Steve whispered. He felt her almost trembling under his touch, like a rabbit caught in car headlights .... "you ARE a beautiful woman". He leaned in and his lips brushed her cheek .....

Autum felt his lips touching her all the way to her toes. Her hand curled around the bottom of her glass as she leaned closer to him, to his warmth. He had said she was beautiful, never had she felt it. Now though was different, he was making her believe it. Her blush deppened when he pulled away and she looked at him.

There were so many things running through her head. Why he saw her as beautiful? What about her was just that? What did he find so damn cute? Silence rained down between them, Autum looked away out into the backyard. Sudennly her tongue had left her. Words once again failing her. Standing, she moved from the rocking bench to stand at the railing of the balcony.

"I'm sorry Steve. I'm not usually good with compliments. They don't happen often as I gather you guessed. I'm not really the type most guys like..."

Her words drifted between them, sitting there hanging on the air. Moments passed, Autum thought whatever had been there was just a mistake, a slip in judgement. The man was married for pete's sake. She looked back at him and saw his eyes were on the floor, shaking her head Autum began to walk past him and down to the garden in the back. She needed a moment for her head was spining.

"Excuse me Steve...."

Down the stairs she went, leaving behind the one man that she'd been able to talk with. Her thoughts were still a muddled mess of things. A married man, older, her college professor...

All he had done was give her a compliment and a little kiss on her cheek. It wasn't as though there was anything more to it yet Autum seemed to be running with it as always. Making something out of nothing. Now she was was sure her cheeks blushed as red as her dress.

Finding her little corner of quiet Autum sat. She wondered what Steve was thinking. He probably thought her a child, a young girl with little or no knowledge of life. He would be right. She was almost innocent. That had to be part of reason for running from a moment that was simple and not anything other then nice.

Covering her face in her hands she listened to the silence. All of a sudden it crackled with footsteps. It had to be Steve. What would he have to say? How much more of a fool could she make herself out to be?

Guess I'll find out, she thought.....

 

[higherlevel4u]

Steve sat for a while, staring down the garden, into the darkness just beyond the party lights, wondering if he should go after Autumn .... worried that he might have made an absolute fool of himself, that he had embarassed Autumn .... a maelstrom of thoughts were flailing around his head, but finally he decided he should go after her to apologise ....

He walked down the path, peering into the gloom until, coming around the corner of trellis screen of climbing roses, he found her sitting on another bench .... she looked up as he appeared, and Steve saw something in her eyes as they locked onto his - what was it? Fear? Anger? Lust? Steve couldn't decide as he approached her, feeling strangely nervous and disorientated .... "Autumn" .... "Steve" .... they both spoke at the same time and then laughed .... "You first ..." said Autumn ....

Steve stood in front of her and looked down at the top of her head .... she raised her head and gazed back at him .... "Autumn, I'm really sorry about what happened back there" he started, hesitantly at first .... "I didn't want to embarass you in any way, and if I upset you at all with my behaviour, I apologise ...."

Autumn stood up and looked away, up to the house, as if gauging the distance, and wondering if she should make a break for it's apparent safety .... Steve took hold of her arms and then raised one hand to her chin, tugging gently, until her head turned back to face him ....

"Oh, Steve, you have nothing to be ashamed of ...." she began, "I'm just not used to being spoken to like that .... and by such an attractive man .... I got flustered and did what I always do in those situations - I ran ...."

Steve took hold of her face in his hands and moved closer .... "Autumn, listen to me .... I meant every word I said .... you ARE a beautiful woman, and you have a certain sensuality about you, that you don't even know about, but I can see it .... you do things to me .... things that even I don't know sometimes how they happen, but they do .... things like this ...."

Steve took hold of her hand and placed it over his groin ..... he knew she felt the hardening lump under her hand, and he felt her automatically start to recoil from it .... he leant in and closed his lips on hers .... at first there wasn't much reaction, but gradually he felt her soften, her lips parted, and her tongue tentatively slipped between his lips, probing, tasting .... he felt her hand close around his swollen cock and start to caress it, testing it .... curious .... gauging the size and length of it .... he clutched her head again and deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing together, a sensual tango that neither wanted to end .... but suddenly, end it did ....

"Autumn! Are you out here?"

It was Mrs Monroe, coming down the garden path ....

 

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Autum pulled away from Steve, nearly stumbing as she did. Her hands going to her mouth, touching her lips, feeling the heat lingering there. She looked over and met his eyes, they bore into hers. Feeling the heat, the desire they held, Autum couldn't help but back away. His look scared her, she had never felt such fumblings.

"Autum, where are you," her mother called out again.

It shook her, made her realise where she was, what was going on. She straightened her dress. Made sure her hair was inorder and called to her mother. Autum was nervous but she couldn't not answer her mother. That would only make everything worse.

Taking in a steadying breath she called out to her. Letting her know where they were. Steve had manuvered his pants so that his erection wasn't too obvious. For some reason though Autum wanted her hand back there, feeling him again. With him she didn't feel so much like a child, she felt like the beautiful woman he claimed her to be.

"Whats going on mother?" Autum asked as she appeared in view.

Her mother looked them both over with a curious eye then addressed her daughter. "I was wanting you to meet a lovely young man. A son of one of our clients." Looking over at Steve she asked, "who would this man be?"

"I'm Steven Donahue, my wife is Melissa. I also happen to be Autums professor at the University."

"Small world it is Mr Donahue. If you will kindly excuse us though, I'd like for Autum to meet someone."

Without further waiting Autum was shuffled away and back to the party. She wanted to turn, to get another look at the man that had briefly made her feel as though nothing mattered but the moment they were in. She wanted that again, wanted more of him.

Inside the house Autum's mother introduced her to Wallace, I young boy in every sense of the word. He was tall and lanky, nothing like the real man she had just had her lips upon. Wallace's parents had money and losts of it to invest so Autum had to make things go smoothly. The boy was not her type and all Autum could think about was what had happened in the garden, what could have happened.

It was then she realised the boy had asked her to dance, she nodded and they moved to the dance floor. It was then she saw Steven entering the room. He still looked so damn handsome. His tux fitting in all the right places. Her eyes couldn't help but stair, nearly devour him. Autum turned her way just as his eyes met hers....

 

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Steve wandered back into the room, hoping that Melissa wouldn't have missed him and start asking awkward questions, but fortunately he could see she was deep in conversation over the other side of the room with some of her real estate friends. He looked around the dance floor and saw Autumn in the arms of some gawky teenager. Their eyes met and locked. He smiled at her and she briefly returned it before looking away, her natural shyness overcoming her innermost desires. He sat at one of the tables with his drink in his hand, sipping slowly while he observed Autumn and her 'date'. He felt quite sorry for them, the way they had been thrust together by their parents and left to get on with it, neither of them possessing much in the way of experience in this sort of thing, and consequently their every action seemed stilted and awkward. It looked as though he had stepped on Autumn's toes a couple of times during the dance and the way they held each other was almost comical to watch. Steve smiled to himself as he watched all this before heading for the buffet table to refresh his drink. As the bartender was filling his glass he was aware of a soft voice beside him. It was Autumn. They exchanged pleasantries as they waited for their drinks, neither one wanting to make any reference to what had occurred earlier in the garden, but the shadow of it hung over them both like a cloud.

Eventually, later in the evening, Steve managed to catch Autumn alone again on the terrace seat, which seemed to be her favourite place to go when she wanted a little time to meditate. Steve padded over, his soft-soled shoes making no sound on the stone, until he stood right in front of her. Her head was bowed, and she seemed to be nervously twirling one long tress of her hair in her fingers. "Hi Autumn - mind if I sit down?" Steve said quietly, which seemed to wake her from her reverie and her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. "Oh, Mister .... Steve .... ummm yes, of course, please sit ..." She replied, obviously flustered a little by his presence.

"Autumn - about earlier," began Steve tentatively. "Oh, don't worry about it," Autumn replied, "it's alright, really it is ..."

"No, really, I shouldn't have done what I did, Autumn. It was wrong of me and I apologize. It will never happen again, I promise."

Autumn muttered something, her head half-turned away from Steve and he didn't quite catch it. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

She looked back at him, and he could almost see a change come over her. A subtle change in her facial expression, the way she held her head up, he wasn't quite sure exactly what it was, but it was there, as though she had come to a momentous decision. "I said I wouldn't object if it happened again ... I enjoyed it ...."

Steve was taken aback. He hadn't expected this turn of events. He was more worried that she would have taken offence at what he had done and told her mother and father, as well as the University authorities. Although attitudes had relaxed over the years, it was still seen as a no-go area for single university professors to be seen dating their pupils, let alone a married one like him.

"You enjoyed it?" He managed to croak.

"I did," said Autumn, "I really did. And the hour I have just spent in the company of that boy Wallace has just shown me the difference between boys and men, Steve. You make feel grown-up, a woman, a beautiful woman at that - something I have never felt before, and when I'm with you, I feel I can be the real Autumn, rather than the Autumn my parents want me to be. Can you understand that?"

"Of course I can," replied Steve, "But ..."

"I would like to see you again, Steve, if you are willing. Somewhere away from university, and away from from parents. I can't settle tonight while they are around. I need to feel free, feel able to let my hair down a little, and you do that for me. I feel so .... right .... when I'm with you."

Steve considered this for a few moments, wrestling with his conscience. He looked at Autumn's face, turned towards his, eyes shining expectantly in the moonlight. She looked so beautiful .... and so desirable ....

"OK, Autumn, I tell you what - I'm going up into the hills tomorrow afternoon after my classes to take some landscape shots for this exhibition I have coming up soon. Would you like to come with me? "

"Steve, that would be wonderful! I will tell my mother that I'm going to a friends house after classes. As long as I keep in touch, they are usually too busy with real estate deals to worry too much about where I am. Where shall I meet you?"

"You know the Starbucks down on the corner of Bridge and Main? I'll pick you up there tomorrow afternoon at 3.30 ...."

 

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They two of them made their arrangements and said there good bye's not soon afteras the party was begining to slow and people were leving. Autum had never felt they waay she had with him with anyone. SHe had actually told him too, that in itself was a miracle. SHe usually fell all over herself but with Steve he seemed to calm her, bring out another side of her. One she was decidedly determined to see more of.

Her parents managed to stop her before she headed up stair asking her if she had had a good time. Of course she said she had, this time it wasn't a lie. She had been spending most of the night with Steve and that had been perfect, she'd felt so free, so much more her self as she had told him.

Her mother assumed it had been Wallace when she asked if Autum would be seeing the young man again. Quickly putting her mom into the know she told her that wouldn't be happening, that Wallace wasn't her type, they didn't suit. Of course a small spat ensued, Autum's mother telling how much they had in commom when Autum knew that was anything but the truth. She couldn't get her mother to understand that she was smart enough to find her own men to date. She wanted to blurt out that she was meeting someone tomorrow but knew better of that. Finally she ended the fight by telling her mother she'd try to be more open when it came to boys and that seemed to be okay.

Excusing herself for the night Autum went up and ran a bath. She needed to relax, adding some of her favorite lavendar scent she slowly took her dress off. Her stockings, garter, and thong soon followed. Slipping into the warm water she thought of Steve's hands, imaging them sliding over her as the water and bubbles now did. Her own hands, moving up her legs, to the soft folds of her pussy. Would he touch her there? Would his fingers delve into the deep folds of her sex?

Autum closed her eyes imagining him there, usung his fingers on her body, moving inside her, pushing her further then she had ever been. Teasing and tempting her, filling her body with the need to go further, to take that final step. Her body then tightened around her plunging finger. Her voice huskly crying out as she found her release. Her breathing was coming in small gasps, slowly it was returning to normal and her body felt glorious happy.

She lay there a little while longer before crawling into bed. The mornign came soon enough for Autum and she dressed in shorts and a tank top, sneakers topped off her choice of clothing. She made her way down stairs avoiding her folks and got into her car. Autum stopped of at the bakery and grabbed a bagel, then headed to class. The day seemed to pass so quickly, perhaps it was due to her mind being on other things.

Looking at her watch it was 2:30. Calling home she told her mother she would be going to a friends to study. Her mother didn't question her and said that they were going out that night and didn't know when they would be home but not to worry. Hanging up, Autum made her way to her car and drove to the Starbuck's. She got a coffee and sat down in an oversized chair to await the arrive of her professor....

 

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Steve managed to find a parking slot behind Starbucks and slid out of the Porsche. As he walked towards the store, he noticed Autumn's BMW parked over the other side of the lot. He smiled to himself as he approached the door, glancing at his reflection in the plate glass and self-consciously running his fingers through his wind-blown hair. He felt strangely nervous, almost like a college kid on a first date, and his mouth felt slightly dry as he walked in ...

Once inside, he scanned the room and saw Autumn over by the window, nursing a half-finished coffee in both hands and staring dreamily through the window, watching the people go by on Main. He grabbed a cappuccino and walked over. As he slid into the booth opposite her, Autumn seemed to wake from a reverie. Steve's heart leaped when he saw the smile that broke on her face when she looked up and saw him there in front of her.

"Hi, Autumn" said Steve "you been here long?"

"Only about 10 minutes, I was a little early ...."

"Do you want another coffee?" Steve inquired. "No, thanks, Steve - I'll make this one do. I expect you want to get off, don't you?"

"What have you told your parents?"

"They think I'm studying over at Tina's, and they are going out later, so they said they'd see me when they got back tonight ..."

They sat and made small talk while they were finishing their coffees. Steve noticed how relaxed Autumn seemed today. Much more so than at the party last night. It seemed like a line had been passed, a decision made and she felt at ease in his presence. They chatted about the weather, movies, music, anything but university work or real estate, and he could tell how much she was enjoying this, and how she seemed slightly surprised at how much he actually knew about today's music. They both had recently seen the new Scorsese film and chatted about that for some time. Eventually, Steve finished his coffee and looked across at Autumn. "You ready, Autumn?" he inquired. "Yes, let's go!" she cried and slid out of the booth, raring to go.

As they walked outside, Steve told her it probably would be safer all round if they went in both cars. "You follow me, Autumn, and then if we're late back, you can go straight home instead of coming back here first."

Soon they were up in the hills above the city. They parked in a little car park attached to a deserted Ranger Station (it didn't open officially until a little later in the year, when the tourist season was in full flow). As it was a Thursday, and early in the year, the car park was empty. Steve unpacked his camera bag and tripod, put the roof down on the Porsche and locked it. They set off up a trail further up into the forest, with Steve leading the way. The terrain got increasingly rocky, and more than once Steve had to take Autumn's hand to help her over a boulder, or to lift her over a stream. She feels so light, Steve thought, as he swung her up and over another little stream, and realized with a smile that he liked the way she clung to him as he lifted her .... and how reluctantly she let go when he placed her on the ground again.

Eventually they reached the crest of a ridge with a stunning view of the surrounding mountains and the city, nestling in the valley below. Steve set up his tripod and camera, taking several shots with different lenses and exposures. Autumn lay on the rocks next to him, the sun on her, eyes closed. Suddenly she was aware of a shadow passing over her, and she opened her eyes to find Steve lying next to her, swigging from a beer bottle he had taken from a cooler. "Can I have one of those?" said Autumn, through half-closed eyes. "Sure," said Steve and passed her another cold one. They lay there, taking in the view while chatting and drinking their beer. Steve could tell that Autumn wasn't a great drinker, and already it seemed as if the alcohol was taking its toll on her. She seemed even more relaxed, even getting a little flirty with him. They both knew that they were playing a little game here after what had occurred at the party last night, but both were unsure as to how to progress this any further. Autumn laughed at something Steve said and laughed so much she spilt a little beer on her tank top. Steve had some tissues in his camera case and grabbed a couple to mop up the beer. As he dabbed at it, he could feel her breasts move under his touch and was aware that she was not wearing a bra .... he could feel himself stiffening, and his hand movements slowed .... he looked up into her eyes and saw the need there, the wanting, the desire, burning like hot embers in a fireplace .... their lips met and the kiss was long and deep .... he felt Autumn's hand slide up his leg and cover the mound in his jeans .... she moaned a little into his mouth as they kissed as his hand on moved to her breast, rotating one fingertip around an erect nipple, pushing its way up against the material of her tank top .... he felt her unzip him, and her hand closed around his swollen cock ....

 

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Autum drank her beer slowly, knowing how her own body reacted to the slightest bit of alcohol. She was never a big drinker, so getting tipsy happened fairly easy. She watched Steve out of the corner of her eye. They were talking, laughing, chatting about nothing in particular. Autum really couldn't believe how calm, and easy it was to be with him. She found him so attractive and that alone was usually enough to have her stumbling and falling all over herself. Yet he was so different, she couldn't help but relax with him.

She must have been having a little too much fun when she spilt her beer on her tank top. Steve quickly grabbed a towel and began to try and rub out the mess. Autum could feel her own body responding, her nipples hardening and he hadn't even touched them, it was just the thought. The simple thought that his hands were so close and that he could just roll those hardened nubs between his fingers making her cry out for more.

Then things moved as if in slow motion, his eyes looking into hers. Steve's lips moving towards her, meeting in a moment of need. Her hand moved over his thigh, finding the bulge in his jeans, her fingers running over its length, tracing it. Then she felt his hand finding her nipple, tempting it, arousing her, doing just what she had been day dreaming about. SHe was arching her back, wanting more of him, wanting more of his hands on her body.

Autum, slowly undid his pants. They could both hear the zipper being drawn down. It was as though everything remained silent for that moment in time. Her hand was greeted with the hard length of him filling her small hand. Just from touch alone she wondered how someone could handle such a thing, he was much larger then any boy she'd ever seen, then again that was the key. They had been boys, Steve was a man, a very well endowed man.

Her had enclosed around him, slowly moving over him, testing herself. She had never felt such a softness and drastic hardness. It amazed her, her hand moving over him in exploration. She could hear and feel his change in breathing, her own body was finding it harder to get air. She wanted to see more of Steve, she knew that as her hands made there way to his shirt, sliding under it, running along his chest. They broke from their kiss as he lifted it up and over his head.

"I don't know what it is about you Steve, I just can't help myself," she whispered.

Autum's fingers rand over his chest, through the soft tufts of hair that she found there. Her eyes locked on his as his hands began moving back to her, before they reached her though Autum, kneeled up and began to remove her top. She wanted to feel those hands on her bare skin. She had no idea she could want something so much.