CHAPTER
ONE
Sara
felt something on her ankle. She looked up from her book, a tome on Dwarkin’s
views on jurisprudence, and glared across the table at Abby, who clearly
preferred not to be in the library.
“What?!”
Sara whispered gruffly.
Abby
lowered her head, whispering, “Allen told me that he saw Professor Evans last
night, around midnight, coming out of your room! What gives?”
Sara
frowned, realizing that this was the beginning of a burden she didn’t look
forward to bearing, especially since she hadn’t thought the whole thing through.
Sara
paused, and shoved her book aside. “Well, yes. It just sort of happened. You
have to keep quiet, though. Please.”
“Well,
I’m not about telling anyone, but if Allen saw it, I’d bet others have heard
about it by now. I’m just sayin’.”
Sara
sighed. She knew Abby was right. “Abby … I’m sorry. I probably should have
talked with you about it. It just happened so fast. I wanted to listen to him
play piano, and we agreed that things were platonic…but then they just
weren’t. I’m not really sure what to make of it, but I should have talked it
over with you first. I’m sorry.”
Abby
sat back for a moment, then leaned forward. “Well, I wasn’t saying all this
just to make you feel guilty. I just want to know what’s going on. Now that
you mention it, though, it does seem like we sort of had a thing, doesn’t it?”
Sara
smiled, and took Abby’s hand across the table. “I think we’re always going to
have a ‘thing’, Abby. Don’t you?”
Abby
smiled. “Thanks,” she whispered. “I didn’t realize I would, but I feel better
hearing that.” Abby paused, then started in again, “So, what’s the deal? What
happened?”
Sara
sighed to herself. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“I
just wanted to know a few details, is all. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Right,”
Sara glowered at Abby. “Okay, he was good. Actually, he was more than just
good. It was … it was special. There was more to it than just sex. It was …
I’m not sure. But it was more than just good.”
Indeed,
Sara wasn’t quite sure what to make of the encounter. Was Professor Evans just
another horny guy? Was Sara just a slut? Was it love? Sara just wasn’t sure,
and was counting on some brief passage of time to help her sort out her
feelings. Apparently the Gods weren’t with her.
“Yeah,
but was he hot? I mean, did he do you? Is he big? What’s he look like?”
Abby could barely contain her curiosity.
“Well,
I don’t like to kiss and tell, so I won’t. But yeah, he’s hot,” Sara offered.
Abby
sat back in her chair, giggling. “Wow. I just didn’t put you two together.”
Sara
frowned. “I guess we sort of put ourselves together. Now, can I do some
studying?”
“Oh,
by all means. I don’t want to affect your grade point,” Abby smirked, aware
the entire academic experience was merely pass/fail. Abby pulled a book out,
and began to read.
“Shut
up,” Sara smiled.
* * *
It
was a warm, drizzly, overcast summer afternoon as Sara and Abby walked back to
the college. Sara wondered why her encounter with Professor Evans – no, David
– was so different. It had happened so suddenly, so surprisingly.
ONE
Sara
felt something on her ankle. She looked up from her book, a tome on Dwarkin’s
views on jurisprudence, and glared across the table at Abby, who clearly
preferred not to be in the library.
“What?!”
Sara whispered gruffly.
Abby
lowered her head, whispering, “Allen told me that he saw Professor Evans last
night, around midnight, coming out of your room! What gives?”
Sara
frowned, realizing that this was the beginning of a burden she didn’t look
forward to bearing, especially since she hadn’t thought the whole thing through.
Sara
paused, and shoved her book aside. “Well, yes. It just sort of happened. You
have to keep quiet, though. Please.”
“Well,
I’m not about telling anyone, but if Allen saw it, I’d bet others have heard
about it by now. I’m just sayin’.”
Sara
sighed. She knew Abby was right. “Abby … I’m sorry. I probably should have
talked with you about it. It just happened so fast. I wanted to listen to him
play piano, and we agreed that things were platonic…but then they just
weren’t. I’m not really sure what to make of it, but I should have talked it
over with you first. I’m sorry.”
Abby
sat back for a moment, then leaned forward. “Well, I wasn’t saying all this
just to make you feel guilty. I just want to know what’s going on. Now that
you mention it, though, it does seem like we sort of had a thing, doesn’t it?”
Sara
smiled, and took Abby’s hand across the table. “I think we’re always going to
have a ‘thing’, Abby. Don’t you?”
Abby
smiled. “Thanks,” she whispered. “I didn’t realize I would, but I feel better
hearing that.” Abby paused, then started in again, “So, what’s the deal? What
happened?”
Sara
sighed to herself. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“I
just wanted to know a few details, is all. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Right,”
Sara glowered at Abby. “Okay, he was good. Actually, he was more than just
good. It was … it was special. There was more to it than just sex. It was …
I’m not sure. But it was more than just good.”
Indeed,
Sara wasn’t quite sure what to make of the encounter. Was Professor Evans just
another horny guy? Was Sara just a slut? Was it love? Sara just wasn’t sure,
and was counting on some brief passage of time to help her sort out her
feelings. Apparently the Gods weren’t with her.
“Yeah,
but was he hot? I mean, did he do you? Is he big? What’s he look like?”
Abby could barely contain her curiosity.
“Well,
I don’t like to kiss and tell, so I won’t. But yeah, he’s hot,” Sara offered.
Abby
sat back in her chair, giggling. “Wow. I just didn’t put you two together.”
Sara
frowned. “I guess we sort of put ourselves together. Now, can I do some
studying?”
“Oh,
by all means. I don’t want to affect your grade point,” Abby smirked, aware
the entire academic experience was merely pass/fail. Abby pulled a book out,
and began to read.
“Shut
up,” Sara smiled.
* * *
It
was a warm, drizzly, overcast summer afternoon as Sara and Abby walked back to
the college. Sara wondered why her encounter with Professor Evans – no, David
– was so different. It had happened so suddenly, so surprisingly.
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