Enrolled in a special two year program at Harvard I found I spent a lot of time on the original campus
and in Harvard Square.
Not unlike Resse Witherspoon in the movie "Legally Blond" I sometimes felt like I didn't blend in with the crowd. Although considered "classic and tailored"
unlike most other Harvard female students in graduate programs, I am fair, blond, and fond of feminine things like lipstick, eyes shadow, manicured nails,
stylish clothes and sexy high heeled shoes.
One day in Harvard Yard, a man approaches me en-route to Emerson Hall. I knew who he was from a recent story in the Harvard Crimson Daily News but HE seemed oblivious to the fact his face was so easily recognizable.
Pointing to his name tag, he introduced himself as if I wouldn't have known who he was:
"Hello! Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Jonathan Harvard. Are you a visitor or one of our students?"
Upon telling him my name and that I was a student,
he then proceeded to ask my opinion about a minimum employee wage issue that was being debated on campus and throughout Cambridge.
I had plenty of time until my next class so I relaxed on the big round stone planter where he joined me.
Soon I found myself inhaling his manly scent along with the cool refreshing air of the beautiful autumn
day. It had an intoxicating effect and reminded me of
the smell of good Scotch.
Sitting within a foot of this drop dead gorgeous man right smack in the middle of historic Harvard Yard
I found myself increasingly aroused.
After we talk for about ten minutes he thanks me for taking the time to discuss campus issues. He says goodbye and waves. After about four yards he turns and comes back to say:
"I could probably get in trouble asking you this, but what is a pretty girl like you doing HERE?"
I laugh and reply:
"I won't tell a soul until long after your gone."
As I give him a brief synopsis of my background, he just keeps nodding and smiling as if he understands it better than I do. After another ten minutes, he shakes my hand goodbye and tells me:
"This has been fascinating! I hope to run into you again sometime. Btw what do you do for fun while you are here?"
I tilt my head and reply:
"Oh, not much. Actual I do have fun studying but on Tuesday nights I hang out with friends at Club Passim in Harvard Square. I sing when they let me. "Open Mic" you know. I go directly there after my Human Sexuality Class around 9:15."
Sweetly smiling and staring intensely into my eyes he replies:
"Oh, then maybe I'll get to hear you sing there someday!"
He quickly adds:
"That must be a GOOD class. I have often wondered what happens over there - it is certainly a popular class - filled to capacity every year and THAT is one big lecture hall!"
I laugh and confirm his impression:
"Everyone wants to know that. First thing that happens is Dr. Saladino starts every class by asking for a show of hands. Then he asks:
"Did anyone here have sex last night? "
Jonathan Harvard laughed and I with him.
Then suddenly we both feel uncomfortable with this "elephant in the room question" that goes begging for an answer.
Our glances shift downward to the brightly colored leaves dancing around our feet. My face feels hot against the coolness of the autumn air that blows up my skirt and caresses my smooth panty-less pussy. I wonder if Jonathan Harvard feels his cock growing under his camel haired coat.
We look long and hard at each other as if it may be for the last time. Jonathan and I shake hands once more and say goodbye for the second time. I watch him walk away and climb the long steps up to entrance to the the world's largest library, The Widener.
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Tonight I imagine snuggling up to Jonathan but instead of helping me to go to sleep, thoughts of him, stimulate me and keep me awake.
I reach for one of my little vibrators and place it near my clit on top of my throbbing puffiness. I soon insert a bigger one to fill up my hot wet vagina. Working it in and out it feels SO good I can't control myself and
I yell outloud no longer caring if anyone hears me:
"I love your big cock inside me! Fuck me, fuck me
OMG fuck me and never stop!"
I see his face next to mine just as I am at my peak. He drives me wild and starts pushing me over the cliff to the great divide where I again shout and yell in the heat of passion:
"Yes, yes, yes, yes....OMG.... yes....yes....YES....!"
Finally I am spent and at peace until the breaking of dawn.
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Tuesday night I walk to my Human Sexuality Class.
I take my guitar with me because right after
class I will walk over to Club Passim - the former Club 47 . This is where Joan Baez got her start. She then introduced Bob Dylan who got his start here also. Many political figures have also spoken here over the years.
Tuesday night is open mic night and quite an event.
As usual I sign up before class and then come back AFTER class to perform. This is just about the right timing and the M.C. always graciously keeps adjusting my time slot to when I arrive and have a chance to order a bite to eat.
Steve, one of my fellow performers and jazz artist likes to accompany me on his beautiful old classic Fender Guitar. I am honored when he can. Because the only instrument I play is my voice, I am at a distinct disadvantage if he does not show up.
Lately I am begining to use original accompaniment music that was professionally recorded for me by my hometown pianist the late, Amedeus. After coming to Cambridge, I invented a primitive forerunner to what is now known as "Guitar Hero" and then used that on stage when Steve was not present to help me out.
This particular night I keep watching for Steve in the
audience. I catch sight of two men sitting at a table in the corner. One of them waves to me but because of my being so near-sighted, I can not tell who it is.
Getting up to walk back to the restroom, I walk in the direction of the men and to my delight find it is Dr. Jonathan Harvard and his friend, Dr. William Z. Goldberg, who is perhaps the best known recipient of the annual "Man of The Year" Award in Cambridge.
Suddenly I am glad Steve has not shown up and know this is an opportunity of a lifetime to demonstrate my invention to Dr. Goldberg who is not only an accomplished musician, but owns a company that specializes in inventing products that assist the handicapped.
I am so excited by the presence of Dr. Goldberg, that
I forget all about my horniness for Johathon. My sexual energy is transmuted into pure energy to deliver one of my a favorite torch songs, "I've Got It Bad, And That Ain't Good" and then "Summertime". (Like who
wouldn't love this Porgy and Bess classic?)
After my performance, Jonathan comes up to the front and tells me how great I was and asks me if I would care to join him and Dr. Goldberg. I was elated and did just that.
After being introduced to Dr. Goldberg and engaging in polite conversation the topic turns to "My Guitar Hero" and he offers to see me the first part of next week at his headquarters to tour his facility and further explore "My Guitar Hero". He said afterwords we could have lunch at an elegant restaurant that connects to his place. With that he gave me a warm goodbye and excused himself for the rest of the evening.
I watch Jonathan escort Dr. Goldberg to the door.
When he returns he offers to walk me back home providing we first check out what is happening
at the nearby Regattabar that sits atop the chic
Charles Hotel where we hope to catch a late night
jazz performance and share a glass of wine.
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To be continued as: "Legally Blond" Part 2"
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