Any interest?

[MelancholyBaby]

Hello all...

I'm thinking about starting a new thread about a girl who finds herself attracted to her best guy friend/boyfriend's (I haven't decided which yet) father. Please PM if you're interested. I typically don't post everyday, but you can expect thoughtful lengthy posts from me when I do post. Please feel free to check out some of my other threads to get an idea of my writing style.

Thanks for your consideration,

Mel

 

[AngusDuncan]

See Me

You approach my podium waving your test, asking what is this about? I look at you and say if you want an answer, come to my office this afternoon at 4:00 pm and we will talk. I expect you there, so don't disappoint me or you may find this class a lot harder and a lot different than what you have experienced so far.

 

[ColinGraham]

(continuing in 1st person P.O.V.)...

I waited as the other students filed out of the class. Brittany, the buxon blonde bimbo who sat behind me popping her chewing gum through every class, paused to flirt with the professor. I expected that. She'd been trying to get cozy with him -- as she had every other male professor under age fifty -- since the first day of class.

I was gratified to see that once again Professor Black wasn't buying any of it. Not that he was aloof or distant with her; he just had the knack for maintaining that air of professorial polite correctness that shut down sluts like Brittany every time. I liked that.

At last, Brittany gave up and bounced out of the room, offering him a parting shot of her ass wriggling under a skirt that was far too tight and way too short for her bovine butt. He didn't even notice ... probably because he'd already shifted his attention fully on me.

I nearly panicked when I looked up and saw that his blue-grey eyes were focused directly on mine. God! And there I had been gazing at Brittany's ass! He probably thought I was gay! Shitshitshit! My face turned a deeper shade of red than his tie.

He gave me an amused look, and his eyebrows shot up a fraction of an inch. "Yes?"

He was obviously toying with me. Of course he knew what I wanted; he just refused to make it easy. This somehow annoyed me. I shifted my books around to the front, as if they were a shield and I was preparing to do battle. That was a mistake. My physics book --- which must have weighed ten pounds -- slid out of the middle of the stack and landed on my foot.

"Ow!" I shouted, dropping the rest of the books and kneeling in pain.

A shadow fell over me as Professor Black swooped down to help....

 

[MelancholyBaby]

*bump with new idea, see first post*

 

[ColinGraham]

I need to stop going to cocktail parties. Or else start lying about what I do for a living. Whenever I tell someone I'm an Information Systems Manager they start describing some problem they have with their home PC. Christ. I run computer systems for a multinational corporation. Telling me you can't get Windows to boot up on your crappy little desktop computer is like telling a neurosurgeon about the blister you got on your big toe. Or ass.

But when my best friend, Frank, threw a big spring bash and begged me to come I couldn't refuse. Things went okay for the first hour; I was actually beginning to enjoy myself--with the help of some of Frank's excellent tequila. The last thing I expected was for Frank himself to come over and ask me about a computer problem. Shit, I was stuck. He was not only the host, but he'd been my close friend for over twenty years.

It turned out that the errant computer wasn't Frank's, it was his daughter Alicia's. I had known Alicia since she was born, but lately she had become so active in high school and sports that I hadn't seen much of her around Frank's house. Actually that was probably a good thing ... for both of us. In the three years since I'd watched Alicia purse those perfect little ruby lips and blow out fifteen birthday candles, she had gone from "cute" to drop-dead gorgeous.

This made it very hard -- and I do mean "hard" -- for me to be around her. You see, I've always been attracted to women who combine beauty with brains, and Frank's little bombshell of a daughter had both qualities in spades. Problem is, she didn't know how to fix a damned computer. And I did. It was a recipe for disaster or ecstasy, depending on how you looked at it.

"Senior finals are only a week away," Frank explained as he led me upstairs, drink-in-hand, "and she's trying to finish this huge thesis. She's a little stressed as you can imagine. When her hard-drive froze up this morning I could hear her scream from clear down in the basement."

"Yeah," I said, trying to sound sympathetic.

Frank knocked once on Alicia's bedroom door and then entered without waiting for a reply. I wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted me...