Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2010 23:07:22 -0700
From: ecclectic_soul@hotmail.com
Subject: Secret Admirer: Chapter 3, Under

Any similarities to real people or circumstances are merely
coincidental. I'm planning on introducing a lot of fun twists, as well as
more exciting sexual events! Let me know if you have any suggestions,
compliments, criticisms, etc. Happy reading!


Secret Admirer: Chapter 3, Under


	"Mr. Kiernan!"

	Our Sociology teacher, Ms. Vee, was staring at me, a mixture of
concern and impatience contorting her kind features. In fact, I realized
that the entire class shared the same expression as they probably wondered
whether I had died in my chair. The pressure was uncomfortable, not only
because this was a smaller classroom with a more intimate number of
students, but also because I had been zoning out since the class had began.

	"Oh! I'm really sorry! What was the question?" I sat up straight,
guiltily smiling up at the Venn diagram and having no idea what the
discussion was about. Ms. Vee raised an eyebrow, and then motioned to the
design on the board.

	"We're searching for factors that contribute to some of the stigmas
placed on human sexuality, and I was asking you if you had any additional
ideas on what might influence someone to view sexuality negatively."

	I cleared my throat, and focused on the question for a
moment. There were a few basic answers listed inside the right section of
the diagram, like fear and other general points. I had read the night
before, so luckily, I was prepared. "Well, in some religious sects,
sexuality is viewed as a kind of barrier to spiritual enlightenment.  Some
think that if you partake in sex, it makes you a deviant and too focused on
the natural, human world to have a meaningful connection to the divine."

	"Excellent point, Jay. Now, let's work on having a meaningful
connection to the discussion..." Ms. Vee winked as a few students
snickered. I smiled and nodded, relieved that I didn't have to bullshit the
answer and possibly look like an idiot in the process.

	Dismissing the class shortly after, Ms. Vee gestured for me to
wait. I stood by her desk as all the other students filed out. When they
had all gone, she looked up at me and lightly tapped her pencil on her
desk. She was middle-aged and cynical, but always had a quick smile for her
students. Ms. Vee was my favorite professor this semester, and I felt
guilty for not paying attention in her class. I had lost the ability to
think about anything else except the note. Staring at the tapping pencil, I
waited.

	"Jay, you're one of my best students, so your little mental
vacation really took me by surprise today. Actually, I'm a little
worried. So, what's up?"

	I bit my lower lip, trying to wrap my thoughts around what she had
just said. "I...I'm not sure. I..." Trailing off, I sighed and then shook
my head. "Ms. Vee, have you ever been in love?"

	Her pencil stopped tapping. She looked up, and as she scrutinized
my face, understanding swept over her, culminating in a soft smile. "I was
once, a long time ago. It seems like a dream when I think about it
now—beautiful, but not meant to last." Her voice took on that distant,
nostalgic quality. Sighing, she shoved the pencil into a holder full of
writing implements and glanced up at me. "So, who is he?"

	My mouth twitched. Suddenly, I burst out laughing, caught off guard
by how innocent yet reasonable that question was. There was an edge of
hysteria to my laugh though, which probably explained the look of surprised
confusion on Ms. Vee's face. Finally, it broke off into shaky
uncertainty—was this really funny?

	"I don't know. He's...I guess he's a secret admirer or
something. That, or a stalker, and I don't feel there's much
difference. He's been...doing stuff. I'm not used to it. I don't know what
I'm supposed to do, if I should even do anything at all! He picked up my
tab at Pine Peak the other night, and he wrote—" I immediately cut off,
a hot tingle crawling up my neck.

	"Jay? He wrote what?"

	I cleared my throat. "Just stuff."

	"What kind of stuff? Bad stuff?"

	"No! Um..." I fished for the right words. "Romantic stuff?"

	Ms Vee raised her eyebrows. Her expression said wow but all that
came out was, "Oh."

	I chuckled, thinking of the intense orgasm I had experienced the
day before. "Yeah, that's what I said."

	She smiled. "Well, do you like it?"

	"Um...kind of. It's a little weird but flattering, I guess."

	Ms. Vee nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Fair
enough. I know all of this must be a little odd for you, but I'd rather not
have a repeat of today's little episode. Like I said, you're one of my best
and I don't want you to set a bad example, if you know what I mean."

	"I won't! I promise! I'm just weirded out, but I'll get over it. I
think tonight's game will be good for me...help me take my mind off of
things." I smiled sheepishly.

	When Ms. Vee smiled back, I imagined for a moment that her eyes
flickered to the door as if someone was there, but the flat lights of the
classroom were tricky. Picking up my messenger bag, I said bye and left.

	Walking past the campus quad, it was quiet except for some kids
laughing somewhere off in the distance. I hugged my jacket closer to me,
trying to ward off the winter chill as I hurried back to my car in the
parking garage next to the main student center. Streams of sunlight struck
the windshield as I approached the driver's side and as I went to pull the
door handle, something in the light caught my eye. Walking around to the
front of the car, I discovered a yellow post-it note stuck to the
hood. Picking it up, I whispered the message as I read it to myself.

under. something to bring out the green in those perfect eyes.

	My heart started pounding in my chest as I glanced around, and then
slowly knelt down to look under the car. Looking around, I spotted a long
black box, about 6 x 18 inches, tucked behind one of the front wheels. I
grabbed it and stood up, looking around and only hearing my fluttering
heartbeat in the silence of the parking garage.

        Getting in my black 2008 Honda Accord sedan, I slowly slipped the
lid off of the box. Neatly folded inside was a dark gray scarf with a Saks
Fifth Avenue flier poking out from beneath it. A smile tugged at the corner
of my mouth as I stroked the soft cashmere under my fingertips. Then all of
a sudden, like a bullet through my chest, the realization that I was
falling for a complete stranger hit me. As suspicious as I was, and as much
as I didn't want to believe that someone I didn't know could make me feel
like this, the drumbeat in my chest was no lie. I sighed, taking out the
scarf and wrapping it around my neck.

        "Damn it." I whispered as I started my car, backed out, and headed
to the game.



I hope you guys like it so far! My next installment is on its way! :)