by Nicola Diaz
“Never heard of it. Sounds interesting.” She was preoccupied, so I sat back and delved deeper into the Professor Vibe site. The guy’s name was Mark, and he was thirty-three. He had dark hair and green eyes, and according to his profile statistics, he was six feet tall. I had always been attracted to tall men, so his height was a plus. I read that he liked microbreweries, eclectic art, and motorcycles, as well as trips to the park, art museums, and poetry slams.
I shut off my phone and then stood up. “I’m out of here, Dr. Brown. Give me a call over break. Maybe we can hit up Stephane’s again.” With that, I slid out of Courtney’s office and made my way doe nth hall toward the elevator.
“Hello, Simone.” Dr. Fisher, one of the biology professors, smiled as he rounded the corner. He bough me flowers last year on Valentine’s Day, so I assumed he had a crush on me, but I never talked to him much. I tried to make it a point not to date any of my colleagues. It had ended once in disaster, last year, when I discovered that the Art professor was screwing three of his students, besides me. Needless to say, it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I’m not one to play second fiddle.
I drove home and then got changed. It was a crisp, clear night, so I threw on some hip lounge wear and walked down to StationCafé, my old stomping grounds. I stepped inside, immediately drawn by the intoxicating coffee bean aroma. I ordered a vanilla latte and then sat down by the window. I pulled out my phone, took another look at Mark’s Professor Vibe profile, and then sent him a message. To my surprise, he messaged me back within ten minutes. I asked him if he’d ever been to Station Café, to which he responded no. Then I invited him out for a coffee.
“Hi, Dr. Carli. How are you?” I looked up to see one of my students from last year smiling in front of me.
“Well hello, Elliott. How are you? Did you graduate?” I remembered him from class, but couldn’t recall if he was slated to graduate last year or not.
“I sure did. I work over at the County Vet Clinic now.” He smiled and then sipped on his coffee. “How about you? Still teaching at the Uni?” He looked the same, except for a he had gained a few pounds.
“Yes. I still teach, and it’s been a great year so far. It’s nice seeing you.” I nodded and then looked back down at my phone to see another message from Mark.
“Well, have a great rest of your year.” Elliott walked away and I read Mark’s message. It said that he’d be at Station Café in about fifteen minutes. I grinned at how simple it was nowadays to meet someone online. Just like that, I had scoured someone’s details, messaged him back and forth, and was now meeting him in person. I flitted to the bathroom to re-apply some lip gloss, then came out and saw a tall man with brown hair standing at the café counter. I knew it was him.
“Simone?” He stood in front of me and smiled. I nodded my head, surprised to find that he was even more attractive in person than he was in his pictures.
“Yes. You must be Mark.” I smiled and then gradually made my way back toward my table at the window. We sat down and sipped on our drinks. Mark looked at me with a curious smile.
“So you’re a university professor. Wow. I don’t know how any of your students can concentrate.” He shook his head and I smiled.
“Thanks for the compliment. You’re pretty attractive, yourself.” I sipped my latte, and then gazed out the window. There was a profound satisfaction that came from knowing I did not have to wake up early for an eight o’clock lecture.
“So, have you been on Professor Vibe for a long time?” Mark leaned in across the table and I could smell his cologne.
“No. Only about two weeks. How about you?” I looked at him with curiosity, wondering if he had anything spectacular to impart to the conversation. Lately, it seemed that I was just generally bored with the men that I met, even the attractive ones.
“I’ve been on the site for a couple of months, but you are by far the most incredible looking woman I’ve met from it so far.” He winked and then took another sip of his drink. We talked for about an hour, and then he invited me back to his apartment for a drink. I figured I might as well. He was nice enough, and I didn’t have to do any kind of work for school. I had a couple of books that I was aiming to complete over the break, but for now, I just wanted to relax.
We walked into a large brownstone on the other side of town, and then walked up to the second floor. Mark opened the door to his apartment and led me into his living room. I was impressed with his tasteful décor and his packed bookshelf. “Have a seat.” He motioned for me to sit on the couch, and I lounged while he prepared our drinks. He reappeared with two small glasses filled with liquor. I sipped mine and smiled.
“It’s good.” I pulled my hair back away from my face and I could feel him sizing up my body. Even when I didn’t wear provocative clothing, I still seemed to have a way of attracting attention from any man in my vicinity. He smiled, then sat down and put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned into him, and then sipped on my drink.
“How would you feel about me giving you a massage?” He moved closer and then started to rub my shoulders. I liked the prospect of having some of my tense muscles rubbed out, so I smiled and then re-positioned myself on the couch. Before long, he had pulled my lounge wear off and I was in only my bra and my panties. “You know, I have to be honest. I’m pretty picky about the women I bring home to my place.” He stood back and poured some oil into the palm of his hand.
“I take it that means that I’m of a particular standard.” I laughed and then sighed as he rubbed my back and my shoulders. It felt good to have my skin tended to, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. Soon after, he had slid his hand down my legs, and was gently prying apart my legs. It was hard to resist and I loosened up so that his fingers could explore my pussy.
“Well, it means that I’ve got a lot of bang for my buck, if you know what I mean.” He laughed and then rubbed my pussy with his oiled fingers. I assumed that he meant that he was another guy who promised a big dick and an incredible sex session, so I decided not to even ask. Soon enough, he had me turned over and was unzipping his jeans.
“How did I know that you were going to try and screw me?” I laughed and then he leaned on top of me.
“Trust me. You won’t be sorry. I got the best thing you’ll find in this part of the neighborhood.” He winked and then slid his dick inside me. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of his cock inside my wet hole. I didn’t want to compare him to Aries, but it was hard not to remember the last sexual escapade I’d participated in. He rocked in and out a few times, and I clung to his back as he moved. “Play with your pussy.” He whispered in my ear and I did what he asked, but for some reason I just felt bored. It wasn’t that he was a bad lover. In fact, he was pretty decent. He knew how to move, and it felt pretty good. Yet after about a half hour, I just knew that I wouldn’t reach orgasm, and it was starting to bother me on a psychological level.
“Yes. That’s good, Mark.” I clung to his back and let him rail me for another ten minutes. Then he came, and I felt a wave of relief rush over me, like I’d finally been set free from a prison of sorts. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew that I wasn’t feeling satisfied, and his promises had failed to meet my expectations. Then, unexpectedly, he went limp inside me. It was such an annoying experience that I wanted to just go home. I rolled over and reached for my clothes, while Mark lied in the bed, sweating and catching his breath.
“Whew. That was amazing. Right?” He looked at me with a smile and gave me a playful tap on the ass. I smiled weakly and then got up without answering. In fifteen minutes I was fully dressed and heading out the door. Mark looked on with a quizzical expression. I made my way down the lit city streets until I saw a parked cab, then I hopped in and directed him to my apartment. Once inside, I climbed into bed and tried to read some of my book. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 4: Fern Avenue
A few weeks slid by since my uneventful evening with Mark, and I realized that I was be
ginning to experience a wave of depression sidle in. I wanted to do my best to avoid it, yet as the days grew longer and colder, I realized that winter was descending upon us, and that I would soon be heading back to the university for the next semester. Courtney was busier than usual completing her research studies, so I ended up spending a lot of time alone over the weeks that followed. On one particular evening, I decided to check out a club called Decipher on the east side of town. What happened later would change my life in rather unexpected ways.
I got dressed and then made my way toward the downtown. The city was lit with a multitude of lights, and store-fronts were beginning to show signs of Christmas. I smiled as ambled along, feeling both free and curious. I had never been to Decipher, so it was exciting to be heading into uncharted territory. I made it to the club just as the line was getting long, and thankfully I didn’t have to wait too long to get in.
Once the door was opened and I was ushered inside, I stood back in amazement. The club looked like a posh lounge with a wall-to-wall shelf of liquor. The bartenders were dressed in risqué yet artistic clothing, and the clientele was both professional and modern. I felt right at home, and wondered if I might get lucky by meeting someone who could stimulate both my mental and physical senses. I ordered a Black Magic and then sat down on one of the velvet stools at the bar.
As fate would have it, I met an interesting guy named Chris who worked at Stanford University. He bought me a few drinks and invited me over to his apartment. For a moment I was enticed. He was handsome and apparently had a lot of money. But I thought back to my last two sexual experiences with both Aries and with Mark, and it made me pause.
I just wasn’t in the mood for another disappointing sexual experience, so I declined. I finished my drink and tipped the bartender. Then I pulled on my coat and made my way to the door. It had just started to snow and I wrapped my scarf around my neck to shield myself from the elements. I was definitely buzzed from the drink, and I gazed up at the sky to watch the snowflakes spiral down onto the avenue. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone emerge from around the corner, but I didn’t think much of it until he was right in front of my face.
“Drop your purse and stand still.” I felt something cold and metal against my cheek and then gasped when I realized it was knife. I dropped my purse like he told me to, then I stood silently as my heart raced in panic. “Turn around and walk toward the end of the street.” His voice was deep and his presence was commanding.
I looked up and noticed that I had just reached the end of Fern Avenue before he stopped me. I was only about three blocks away from my apartment. I wondered if anyone could see him, and if there was a chance for me to escape. I listened to him rummage inside my purse, and throw a few of my belongings onto the ground. “Where’s your cash?” He questioned me and I cleared my throat.
“It’s in the front side pocket with the zipper.” I had gotten into the habit of stashing my money in places that were less obvious than a wallet. Apparently I had done a good job, aside from the fact that being robbed at knifepoint pretty much negated any protective measures I had taken. He fished around and I watched as he stuffed a wad of twenties into his jacket pocket. He was tall and black, and he appeared to be about thirty years old.
Without saying another word, he dropped my purse onto the ground and looked over his shoulder. Then he took off across the street, and disappeared into the night. I watched his silhouette as it got smaller, and then I took a deep breath. When I was certain that he was gone, I knelt down to pick up my purse. Luckily, most of my belongings were still inside. He had been kind enough not to steal my phone, and none of my credit cards had been taken, either.
I pulled my hair away from my face and then started the rest of my walk home. The snow was now coming down hard, and it blanketed the empty streets in a cover of white. I reached my apartment door just as the church bells across the parkway chimed midnight. Then I took out my key and let myself inside. In a strange sort of way, I realized that the robbery had initiated a sort of excitement inside me. It was as if all of my complaints about boredom had been heard, and something dangerous yet alluring was presented to me, instead.
Chapter 5: Gratified
I took off my clothes and slid into a pair of silk pajamas, then gazed out at the city from my second floor window. I watched a few buses zip by in the snowfall, and then I ambled across the room and made myself a drink in the kitchen. I was surprisingly wide awake, even though it was now almost one a.m. I sat down on the couch and sipped my concoction. Then I closed my eyes and let my hands wander across my body. It was interesting to me that even with the plethora of men that I could choose from, there was always something instantly gratifying about touching my body with my own hands. The warmth of my silky skin gave me a pleasurable sensation, and I started to feel increasingly comfortable in my position on the couch.
It must have been the rush from being robbed that got me in such an excited mood, because I was really turned on and sensitive to my hands. I lied back on the couch and slid a hand up my shirt. I fondled my breasts, feeling the hardness of my nipples as they sprung back under my fingers. I remembered that I had a vibrator under the couch, and I conveniently pulled it out. My nipples were nice and hard so I moved my hands down to my pussy, and turned on the vibrator.
I ran the tip over my clitoris until it became swollen and red from the stimulation. I inserted a finger inside my hole, which was wet and hot. Then I fingered myself, moving inside and out with the precision that comes from being a woman who loves to masturbate. I continued to run the vibrator over my clitoris as I finger-fucked my hole. I closed my eyes and recalled the robber, his knife up against my face, and my heart beat racing wildly. The adrenaline rush was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I wondered why it had given me such a high.
I moved the vibrator around in circles, feeling the rise and the fall of each little sensation that emerged from within my pussy. I loved the way that it glided over my hole, and I jammed it inside a few times, listening as it hummed on with intensity deep inside me. I pictured the robber again, jammed the vibrator harder inside myself, then cried out with pleasure. It was fulfilling to be on the couch, playing with myself, and as I masturbated myself to orgasm, an intense sensation of pleasure permeated my core.
I fell asleep with my finger still inside my hole, and when I woke up the next morning, the atmosphere was bright and white. Over a foot of snow had fallen the night before and people were outside, digging out their cars and trying to get into work. I curled back up on the couch after making myself a cup of coffee. Then I opened up one of my books and tried to get some reading done. It was only a short week away from the start of the new semester, and I wanted to be ready when it started.
I had a hard time concentrating and every time I tried to conjure up an image from the book, I instead saw the robber and his knife. I wondered what it felt like to be so bold, so brazen as to stop another human being on the street and demand that she stand still while rifling through her possession and stealing her money. It gave me the idea that maybe fear could be source of pleasure, that the rush from being confronted and afraid had something to say for one’s satisfaction with the events of every day life.
I tried to get in touch with Courtney but she was away for the week. I wanted to go out. I felt confined in my apartment, bored, and somewhat restless. I knew that there were a multitude of places that I had yet to explore in the city, and I knew that I could find another compromising situation if I looked hard enough. I got dressed in one of my slinkier outfits- a short red skirt with a pair of thigh high leather boots and a tight sweater. I then ventured outside, not exactly sure what I was looking for, but convinced that I could find it.
As I walked toward East Henry Avenue, I heard a few cat-calls but I held my head up high and continued walking. “Hey, sweetheart. Nice boots. Want to walk all over me?” A Spanish looking man called out from outside one of the bars and I smiled, but kept walking. As I
rounded the corner, the cool air invigorating my senses, I saw blinking lights coming from one of the store-front windows. Intrigued, I walked closer.
“They’re closed, sexy. Open tomorrow at ten. But maybe I got what you need.” A black guy with a long gold chain around his neck smiled at me and then folded his arms across his chest. I batted my eyelashes at him and then tilted my head to the side.
“What is it that you got?” I twirled a strand of hair around my finger and gave him a seductive smile.
“You name it and I got it.” He smiled and moved closer, but I flitted away, peering inside the window to see what the store had to offer. “What do they sell?” I could see shelves of DVDs but couldn’t make out any of the titles. The man chuckled.
“It’s an adult entertainment shop, sweetie. They got it all.” He laughed and then sized me up, licking his lips. “Why don’t you come back when they open? I’ll give you a ten percent discount. I work here.” He smiled and I clasped my hands together in thanks.
