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Apollo Wilde
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There was a running joke among Iris’s girlfriends that her boobs entered the room before the rest of her did. Iris took the jokes in good humor - after all, it was true. It was something she was still getting used to. Not that long ago, she was flat out scrawny - a tomboy that spent more time competing with the boys than trying to get their attention. But apparently, as all flowers required, she just needed time to bloom.
Her looks, her body - all were very new to her, and all she treated with an endearing self-depreciating attitude. She didn’t see herself as the co-ed bombshell, but as the girl that had her nose buried in books or checked out old Hollywood films at the campus screen. But what that also meant was that (well, being broke and a student and all - working at the library and at a coffee shop didn’t exactly leave her with a lot of money for luxuries) was that some of her clothes fit awkwardly. As in raise her arms, and her shirt pops up to her navel. Painfully stretched buttons across the center of her chest, jeans that dug in a little too tight to be comfortable for long.
She was a little extra self-conscious now; a half-step away from twirling one of her dreadlocks around her finger. She was visiting her favorite professor - well, once professor. This semester, she didn’t have any classes with him. With a dual major, her time would be equally split between his track and the track of another professor, Dr. Marais. She’d visit Dr. Marais tomorrow; she’d never met the man, but if what her girlfriends said was true, he was panty-drenchingly hot.
Well, that was all nice and good (though it might have been easy to dismiss such thoughts without having actually seen the good doctor), but the professor she was on the way to see was the one that made her heart race. It’d taken her far too long to get ready (and she had to continually tell herself that she was not dressing up for him - she was not), and now, she still felt awkward, like a little girl trying to impress a friend’s older brother. Instead of her usual jeans and t-shirt, she wore a cream sundress that left her shoulders bare, and flared about her knees in crepey layers. Flat brown sandals completed the look, and she’d gathered her masses of hair up into a sloppy bun, held with a gold band.
“Professor? Did I catch you at a bad time?”
Her looks, her body - all were very new to her, and all she treated with an endearing self-depreciating attitude. She didn’t see herself as the co-ed bombshell, but as the girl that had her nose buried in books or checked out old Hollywood films at the campus screen. But what that also meant was that (well, being broke and a student and all - working at the library and at a coffee shop didn’t exactly leave her with a lot of money for luxuries) was that some of her clothes fit awkwardly. As in raise her arms, and her shirt pops up to her navel. Painfully stretched buttons across the center of her chest, jeans that dug in a little too tight to be comfortable for long.
She was a little extra self-conscious now; a half-step away from twirling one of her dreadlocks around her finger. She was visiting her favorite professor - well, once professor. This semester, she didn’t have any classes with him. With a dual major, her time would be equally split between his track and the track of another professor, Dr. Marais. She’d visit Dr. Marais tomorrow; she’d never met the man, but if what her girlfriends said was true, he was panty-drenchingly hot.
Well, that was all nice and good (though it might have been easy to dismiss such thoughts without having actually seen the good doctor), but the professor she was on the way to see was the one that made her heart race. It’d taken her far too long to get ready (and she had to continually tell herself that she was not dressing up for him - she was not), and now, she still felt awkward, like a little girl trying to impress a friend’s older brother. Instead of her usual jeans and t-shirt, she wore a cream sundress that left her shoulders bare, and flared about her knees in crepey layers. Flat brown sandals completed the look, and she’d gathered her masses of hair up into a sloppy bun, held with a gold band.
“Professor? Did I catch you at a bad time?”
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At the sound of a voice he jumped a bit and even let a muffled "shit" slip. Looking up his demeanor changed instantly from annoyed shock to delight as he saw Iris standing there. He could not help but let his eyes walk from head to toe admiring the contrast of sun dress over curvaceous dark skin. Trying to collect himself he wrenched his eyes back to hers.
"Not at all Iris, I was just wool gathering. What brings you by today?"
Inside his heart was beating quickly. He had noticed with more than a little disappointment that she was not in any of his classes this semester. Try as he might to convince himself that he was only going to miss their spirited debates in class and in his office he knew himself better. He was going to miss looking at her in some of those to tight clothes.
Yet, here she was standing in his doorway in a small summer sun dress for no course related reason. His mind started to form a lurid picture but he banished the thought. No matter what his interest may be she was unlikely to have the same and he knew he had to pull it together.
Working to focus on less distracting and unprofessional things he smiled again, "Did you have a good summer?"
"Not at all Iris, I was just wool gathering. What brings you by today?"
Inside his heart was beating quickly. He had noticed with more than a little disappointment that she was not in any of his classes this semester. Try as he might to convince himself that he was only going to miss their spirited debates in class and in his office he knew himself better. He was going to miss looking at her in some of those to tight clothes.
Yet, here she was standing in his doorway in a small summer sun dress for no course related reason. His mind started to form a lurid picture but he banished the thought. No matter what his interest may be she was unlikely to have the same and he knew he had to pull it together.
Working to focus on less distracting and unprofessional things he smiled again, "Did you have a good summer?"
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Hearing his light swear, she giggled, covering her hand with her mouth. As he turned to look at her, she cleared her throat, trying to play it off.
“Oh, the summer - yeah, it was pretty good. You know, same old same old. Work and all. Trying to figure out what I really want to do.” Ah, but then she’d be jumping the gun. She stopped, realizing that she may come off as rude. “How was your summer?”
There - that way he wouldn’t think that she didn’t care about him - when the opposite was very much true. Though - the part of her that she didn’t entirely like to acknowledge couldn’t be that interested. Surely, he’d spent time with his family. And that was only fair. At least, she tried to reassure herself, it wasn’t that because she was being petty about his being married, but largely, because, well, married life was boring.
“Which, actually, is why I’m here. The whole summer thing.” Yes and no - truth be told, she didn’t need to go by his office, but, well, she’d looked up to him and enjoyed the way he pushed her. “I thought I’d talk to you a little about that.”
“Oh, the summer - yeah, it was pretty good. You know, same old same old. Work and all. Trying to figure out what I really want to do.” Ah, but then she’d be jumping the gun. She stopped, realizing that she may come off as rude. “How was your summer?”
There - that way he wouldn’t think that she didn’t care about him - when the opposite was very much true. Though - the part of her that she didn’t entirely like to acknowledge couldn’t be that interested. Surely, he’d spent time with his family. And that was only fair. At least, she tried to reassure herself, it wasn’t that because she was being petty about his being married, but largely, because, well, married life was boring.
“Which, actually, is why I’m here. The whole summer thing.” Yes and no - truth be told, she didn’t need to go by his office, but, well, she’d looked up to him and enjoyed the way he pushed her. “I thought I’d talk to you a little about that.”
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"Well my summer was a summer I suppose. Working on a couple papers. You know publish or perish and all that. Time with my wife and daughter, she turned 4 just a couple weeks ago." His tone as he mentioned the birthday was bittersweet as a memory of a terse and angry exchange over his selection of the cake went through his head.
Moving on quickly as not to be drawn into that mire again, "You know I am always here to help you see the error of your ways." Said in the wrong tone that would be a biting criticism. His voice was light and there was a sparkle in his eye as he delivered the same worn and comfortable line that had started so many of those spirited discussions last year.
"Would you care to assume the position," he glanced at 'The Chair' in front of the desk, "or remain standing for the inquisition?"
With a glance at her chest he though maybe you would like to assume a different position on the couch before banishing it a moment later. That was not what she was here for damnit and he needed to stop thinking like that. He forced his eyes back to her face and smiled.
Moving on quickly as not to be drawn into that mire again, "You know I am always here to help you see the error of your ways." Said in the wrong tone that would be a biting criticism. His voice was light and there was a sparkle in his eye as he delivered the same worn and comfortable line that had started so many of those spirited discussions last year.
"Would you care to assume the position," he glanced at 'The Chair' in front of the desk, "or remain standing for the inquisition?"
With a glance at her chest he though maybe you would like to assume a different position on the couch before banishing it a moment later. That was not what she was here for damnit and he needed to stop thinking like that. He forced his eyes back to her face and smiled.
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There was the most imperceptible dullness in her eyes as he recounted his daughter’s birthday. That’s right – he was married. As if the little band of gold on his left hand would ever make her forget that. But even beyond that, she shouldn’t give these thoughts any real credence. It was only natural for her to have a crush on him. A harmless, girlish crush.
Though, if she was also being honest with herself, it wasn’t like she really had experience with crushes to begin with. She’d always been so focused on school, on sports, that it just never left time for consideration of the opposite sex. Though, also to be fair, it’s not like they paid her much mind, either. A Cold War, as it were – with no one making the first move. And, as her logic picked up speed, he was a professional. There was no ethical way that he could even humor having a crush on her as well.
Though, if her friends were to be believed (and they were), it wasn’t entirely unheard of for students to sleep with professors. That’s why they had the open door policy on campus. Well, one of the reasons.
“Mm,” she simply said. Not having much experience with kids (other than loathing them), she didn’t know what she could realistically say. Blurting out that she thought they were animals would be tactless at best.
“I guess I’ll sit – I didn’t think it’d take that long, but I actually wanted your opinion, and you know, we have a tendency to get into it,” and her smile was bright. Sitting down in the large chair, she gathered her long legs under her, a flashing of warm brown skin, the potential hint of gray panties beneath. “I’m thinking of double-majoring, actually. My parents, well, my mom, really, wants me to keep the whole Poli-Sci route; she thinks I’ve got the makings of a lawyer. But I really, really love film,” the last was said with a dreamy sigh. “I just daydream about how cool it’d be to actually create and film my own stuff. I mean, I don’t think the two have to be mutually exclusive. I could make documentaries, after all – maybe I should take some journalism courses as well…” she trailed off, lost in thought. Worrying her lower lip with her teeth, she let go, pursing her lips for a moment. “That’s really why I’m not taking any classes with you this semester; I wanted to take some film classes to see what they’re like. Help me make the decision. But I still would like your opinion – as unbiased as you can make it.” The last was said with a warm, knowing smile.
Though, if she was also being honest with herself, it wasn’t like she really had experience with crushes to begin with. She’d always been so focused on school, on sports, that it just never left time for consideration of the opposite sex. Though, also to be fair, it’s not like they paid her much mind, either. A Cold War, as it were – with no one making the first move. And, as her logic picked up speed, he was a professional. There was no ethical way that he could even humor having a crush on her as well.
Though, if her friends were to be believed (and they were), it wasn’t entirely unheard of for students to sleep with professors. That’s why they had the open door policy on campus. Well, one of the reasons.
“Mm,” she simply said. Not having much experience with kids (other than loathing them), she didn’t know what she could realistically say. Blurting out that she thought they were animals would be tactless at best.
“I guess I’ll sit – I didn’t think it’d take that long, but I actually wanted your opinion, and you know, we have a tendency to get into it,” and her smile was bright. Sitting down in the large chair, she gathered her long legs under her, a flashing of warm brown skin, the potential hint of gray panties beneath. “I’m thinking of double-majoring, actually. My parents, well, my mom, really, wants me to keep the whole Poli-Sci route; she thinks I’ve got the makings of a lawyer. But I really, really love film,” the last was said with a dreamy sigh. “I just daydream about how cool it’d be to actually create and film my own stuff. I mean, I don’t think the two have to be mutually exclusive. I could make documentaries, after all – maybe I should take some journalism courses as well…” she trailed off, lost in thought. Worrying her lower lip with her teeth, she let go, pursing her lips for a moment. “That’s really why I’m not taking any classes with you this semester; I wanted to take some film classes to see what they’re like. Help me make the decision. But I still would like your opinion – as unbiased as you can make it.” The last was said with a warm, knowing smile.
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His eyes floated over her as she sat and swung to the hem of her dress as it rode up over those well formed amdnstrong thighs. A flare of excitement dancing along his spine at what might have been a hint of her panties.
He cast those thoughts aside as she spoke. He did enjoy looking at her body but her mind was so sharp and vibrant it demanded attention. Besides, if he ignored it he knew she would eventually leave.
Listening to her speak he considered her situation thoughtfully and settled back in his chair. He chewed his lower lip in an unthinking mirror of her while he considered what to say.
"College in many ways is about exploring. Taking risks.and finding out what you want. Exploring both tracks fully is going to be a major undertaking but I think you jave the drive to make it work."
He leaned forward now intently focused on her face. Not out of a drive to behave himself but in an earnst professional contemplation of how best to advise her.
"Documentary work in the political arena with a poli-sci understanding of the topics would be a good combination. You could also.consider broadening to media in general, visual media if you wamt more specificity, and look at being a media consultant for political campaigns."
Turning in his chair he rummaged through a stack of books on the back corner of his desk and turned back with two in hand.
"These two books might help you explore those avenues a bit."
Holding them out to her, "You are welcome to borrow them." He pulled his hands back a bit, "If I can trust you with my bools that is." He had a mischieveous smile across his face.
He cast those thoughts aside as she spoke. He did enjoy looking at her body but her mind was so sharp and vibrant it demanded attention. Besides, if he ignored it he knew she would eventually leave.
Listening to her speak he considered her situation thoughtfully and settled back in his chair. He chewed his lower lip in an unthinking mirror of her while he considered what to say.
"College in many ways is about exploring. Taking risks.and finding out what you want. Exploring both tracks fully is going to be a major undertaking but I think you jave the drive to make it work."
He leaned forward now intently focused on her face. Not out of a drive to behave himself but in an earnst professional contemplation of how best to advise her.
"Documentary work in the political arena with a poli-sci understanding of the topics would be a good combination. You could also.consider broadening to media in general, visual media if you wamt more specificity, and look at being a media consultant for political campaigns."
Turning in his chair he rummaged through a stack of books on the back corner of his desk and turned back with two in hand.
"These two books might help you explore those avenues a bit."
Holding them out to her, "You are welcome to borrow them." He pulled his hands back a bit, "If I can trust you with my bools that is." He had a mischieveous smile across his face.
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