Dinner at Border's Cafe in Harvard Square was a nightly ritual for Brandy. She, her fiance Robert and other colleagues met there to network and correct papers.
This particular night only Josh had shown up. Robert couldn't make it because he was meeting with his future boss about a possible re-location to San Francisco.
"How'd it go last night, after you left?" Josh asked, ordering a pitcher of Sam Adam's."
"We ended up being polite and civil before the night was over."
She told the truth, but nothing more. Her pride was bigger than her woes. They had gone back to Robert's office to pick up more open book tests. On a sudden impulse, Brandy tried to kiss him and feel him up.
He shoved her away saying it was too little, too late as far as he was concerned.
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Robert and Brandy seldom made love anymore and for the past three months, not at all. She wore her engagement ring, and he still introduced her as his fiance', but their relationship was in limbo.
When they first met he called her his "Good Girl" but after a few months he taught her what he liked in bed and thereafter affectionately referred to her as his "Good Girl, Gone Bad."
It was an inside joke for a long time, now neither of them mentioned it. It was humor gone bad, empty of meaning in the light of reality.
Most of the time she simply made the best of what she had. Brandy was sure it was better than being alone. Separating at this stage of her life was unimaginable.
Robert was a good catch, dependable, respectable and financially independent. She constantly told herself that what she had was no doubt as good as it gets--that sex wasn't everything.
If she and Robert broke up, there would be "nothing" to come home to, it would be cold and lonely. Worse yet, was the prospect of being single again and looking for a new man. It scarred the hell out of her. She told herself daily that the devil she knew, was better than the devil she didn't know.
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Brandy looked up from the menu and watched Josh dive into the salsa with a big chip. He was a pretty good friend, but often an unpredictable not so loyal friend. Still, she felt an urge to spill her guts and cry on his shoulder. Instead she poured another glass of beer and prayed she'd keep her mouth shut.
Telling him too much always left her with a big verbal hang-over. Besides, Josh had said long ago she didn't have a chance in hell of making it with Robert. If she let her defenses down, he'd only get a smug look on his face and say, "I told you so." Hardly any comfort when she was hurting.
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Keeping his eyes on the menu Josh said, "You know how I feel about you and Robert's relationship,"
Pretending to look at the menu she said, "We'll be okay in time . . . Robert's just upset about this prospective new job. It would mean leaving Cambridge. Stanford is as good as Harvard in his eyes, and to make it even better, it's in the heart of Silicon Valley. The down side is, it would be a career risk and more expensive than living here and I don't want to move. I love where I'm at. My heart is here."
"Are you two still hashing that over? I thought you had worked all that out months ago . . . ."
"Not really."
"By the way," Jeff added, "Robert's Philosophy of Education students are on the front page of the Harvard Crimson. I thought for a minute he was teaching a high school summer class. Whatever it's worth, I heard one of them had a crush on him. Thought I'd better tell you."
"You must be getting old!" Brandy kidded him.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well you know what they say when men of a certain age start gossiping and the cops start looking like school boys . . . ."
"Hey, you're the one with worries about growing old, not me."
"Look you dumb shit, there's only a few years between us. You should look so young! The biggest difference between you and me is not age, it's that you've got it made and I haven't yet. You own your home on Tory Row, have your uncle's trust fund, your freedom, good health and your fucking tenure. On top of all that, you're Harvard Square's most eligible bachelor."
"Okay, then marry me!" Josh signaled for their waiter. "Hey, let's change the subject, I called the Harvard's Placement Service. Starting tomorrow, they're sending me a different assistant everyday for a week. I just hope they are not all males."
"Assistant? What are you talking about Josh?"
"Assistant, yes, like I was to you. Remember? When we first met and I was hot for you? I want an undergraduate to help me correct papers, meet with students, take care of some of my busy work. I've been so bogged down lately, I can't see the forest for the trees."
Straightening his tie he swallowed, held his breath and lowered his voice. "If I can't find a suitable assistant this week, I'll have them send a new crop next week. This way I'll have a chance to get to know women without the usual snares. I'm sick of the dating scene and besides that, I really do need help. I'm swamped."
"Do they get paid?"
"Yes. of course. Only the student interns are not."
"Well, you could look at it as a non-committal get acquainted luncheon date with the school picking up the tab."
"Hadn't thought of it that way," Jeff said, patting her on the back as she choked on her own attempt at humor.
"Sounds like a good plan to me! In other words, for past services provided, you're forcing them to give you compensational benefits, professional AND personal."
"Hey, if you have a problem with that, talk to the accounting department. What's bothering you, anyway?" I thought you said everything was okay between you and Robert."
"Hey, nothing's perfect," she mumbled.
"Then if it's not, do something about it!" he said, determined to pry her loose from Robert's grip. "Leave him, or let him leave you. It's better than wasting years of your life unhappy. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. It's not easy, but I'll never regret breaking up with Ashley, remember her?"
"That one's unforgettable . . . . "
"I'm not saying you SHOULD do it, just consider it. Do something, anything, to get off dead center. You're my buddy, I want you happy. Consider seeing a couples counselor . . . if that doesn't work, have an affair with me. We could be good together . . . . "
Brandy cut him off, "Let's drop it! This is hard for me right now."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so insensitive," Josh said turning his attention back to the menu, "I"m ordering a Grande Guacamole Taco Salad, extra guacamole and a double order of chips. I need to get my strength up for my new girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" Brandy questioned.
"Well it's not going to be a boyfriend!"
"You really think you're gonna find a new one among the
female applicants?"
"Nothing else has been working. It's worth a try."
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Waiting for their dinner they fell silent, drank and ate up their free salsa and chips asking for a second order. The cafe was busy and service was slow.
The line outside of Borders extended half way down the block. At least a hundred hungry patrons with vibrating pagers in their hands waited to be called to the cafe entrance.
Brandy gazed out the window at the big crowd. Without warning, she pushed back her chair and ran outside into the middle of Palmer Street. Through the big windows Josh watched her embrace a tall handsome man who enthusiastically swung her round and round.
"Oh my gosh! Professor Emerson! When did you return? Do you know how much I've missed you? It's so good to see you again! Come and join us at our table."
Looking directly in her eyes he asked, "Are you still with Robert?"
"No, I mean yes. It's just that I'm having dinner with a colleague of mine, Robert couldn't make it tonight. The three of us usually meet for dinner and network."
"I see. I'm with someone too. An Oxford Scholar, Rebecca Stone. She's also an assistant of mine, flew across the pond with me, down at the Coop right now, shopping. I'm supposed to call her when I find a restaurant that isn't packed. Would it be okay for her to join us?
"Oh, of course. She is more than welcome! Is she a 'good girl' like I was when I was YOUR assistant?"
"Yeah, I always seem to get stuck with those kind."
He laughed and so did Brandy but seconds later they were looking self-consciously down at their shoes trying to make their way through the long double line leading to the entrance.
Working their way through they apologized and assured everyone they were not jumping the line, that a friend was holding their place at his table.
After saying "excuse me" to a number of people with the professor following her, she slowed to a snails pace.
Brandy was enjoying the warmth of Professor Emerson's body pressing against her own. In fact, It felt so good, she couldn't bring herself to pull away.
Suddenly she realized his "third leg" was pressing hard into the crack of her bum thanks to the pushy crowd.
She was breathing hard as he kissed her on the back of the neck saying "The thought of a fine woman getting pushed backward by the crowd with her ass grinding into my crotch is soooo hot!"
Swiveling her head around, sure the refined professor would never say such a thing, she saw him wink and nod. He apologized, "Forgive me sweet Brandy, I couldn't help myself . . . ."
Familiar feelings came rushing back and her entire body began to tingle like it had when she worked for him.
The two years she served as Professor Emerson's assistant, she had became acutely aware of having the hots for him. She never acted on it except on special nights when she was all alone, then she conjured him up to help her get to sleep.
Old memories of erotic fantasies with him washed over her as she recalled repeatedly cumming as he wildly fucked her night after night. It was an "assisted fantasy". His image and her toys. It was the best sex she'd ever had.
Even when she finally broke down and began having sex with Robert, it was never as good as what she had imagined with Professor Emerson.
Looking over towards the big windows facing Club Passim, Brandy wondered if Josh could see her from their table.
Would he have any idea from the look on her face how turned on she was, how much she wanted the man behind her to do her non-stop?
She suppressed the urge to text Josh and instead wrote one to the professor. She handed him her phone. With a smile on his face he read, "Are you feeling what I'm feeling standing here with you?"
He entered a reply message and handed her back the cell.
"Yes, Brandy, I am. I want you, I need you, I always have."
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As the music blended and bounced across the narrow brick street between Club Passim and Border's, they danced. He banged into her and she into him. They laughed and acted crazy like everyone else in line.
Brandy could barely believe what was happening, but she knew for sure, he wanted her bad--that what she felt was no longer a one sided school girl crush--that never before had she been filled with such all consuming lust.
With his London Fog Trench Coat in his left hand, and the Boston Globe News in his right, he faced her, leaned in and kissed her full on the lips murmuring, "I have missed you every single day."
With hundreds of people all around her, Brandy's hand slipped unseen beneath the coat hanging on the professor's arm to unzip his trousers and her own.
Discretely she massaged his length and girth and then wedged the tip his rock hard cock far enough into her puffed up pussy to rub her clit. Professor Emerson groaned and said, "Now that you don't work for me anymore, could I interest you in more than dinner tonight?"
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To Be Continued: Part 2
Copyright 2010
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