by MJ Sparks
“Racquel aka Rocky”
Fall Semester, 1998
Rocky made her way to the very front of the Econ class and all eyes were on her. She was wearing a tiny catholic girl skirt with long socks and loafers with a penny in them. The white blouse she wore to complete the ensemble she wore a crisp white button up blouse that she’d neglected to button up all the way and left nothing to the imagination. As a tall curvy chick she was serving legs and thighs for days. And she didn’t bother trying to be inconspicuous with her presence. With her walk as mean as a runway model, she strutted to the very front row of the class. Then slowly and un-subtly, she sat down and extended her long legs out and then crossed them over. Professor Scott was dead smack in the middle of his lecture but his words and heart rate stopped as Rocky entered.
Totally taken by lust, he cleared his throat, loosened his tie, and attempted to proceed with his discussion, “Mmm mmm, where was I?” And he paused again as he struggled to get his bearings. “Oh yea, so demand elasticity and total exposure…I mean expenditures, expenditures”, he said correcting himself and trying to proceed with his lecture.
Rocky found herself tickled that he could not seem to get it together. After batting her flirty eyes, flashing him legs, and grins, she was not shocked when ten minutes later, he was dismissing his class for the afternoon. As the rest of the class emptied out, she remained seated while Miles Duncan, her class salutatorian from her high school back in New Orleans approached Professor Scott, who Rocky was on a first name basis with and called Damien.
He was always a kiss ass, even in high school, Rocky thought and rolled her eyes as she watched his usual display of ultimate geek-ism on display. She looked at him and knew for sure, he had never gotten a whiff of a woman’s nature. He had a decent face and an okay body, but just looking him over with his taped up broken glasses and tight Dockers pants that were hugging his poor nuts, made her skin itch and crawl. She shook her head and looked him over thinking, if only he would get some buck or something about himself then, maybe he would have a chance at not being a virgin for life. Then while chuckling to herself, she simultaneously chastised herself for actually checking him out. She cringed at her own self and decided to listen in to what he had to say to Damien.
“Um Professor Scott, I was just wondering where we still gonna meet this evening for our Recon of Econ today to discuss the week’s stocks prices”, Miles said speaking with exuberance, so Rocky knew he got a thrill out of it.
“Of course Miles”, Damien answered and Rocky’s eyes were drawn to his words, his mouth and his sexy pink lips. He licked them and she knew that the lick was for her, because she knew he could feel her eyes on him. “I’ll be in the student center around five p.m., cool.”
“Great”, Miles chuckled and walked away. And even the way he walked irked Rocky. It looked like he had a stick stuck up his ass that he was perfectly content with.
“Ms. Richard, is there something I can help you with”, Damien mused.
“Yes sir”, Rocky said rising up and slowly inching down her skirt over her thighs, were his eyes seemed to have focused. “I wanted to know if it would be possible for me to get some extra credit.”
“Extra Credit”, he laughed. “I think we can work that out. Why don’t you come over to the department lounge and we can discuss it.”
They both knew that at that particular time of the day the department lounge was empty and theirs for the taking. They rushed right over scoped out the scene and found no one there. They didn’t waste time with four-play; they went straight to floor-play. Kissing and groping and grinding while he unlatched his belt and dropped his pants. She didn’t have any panties on, so her skirt went right up and as soon as they hit the floor she was ready. She’d moistened quite a bit already while watching him in class. She had undressed him with her eyes while he stood in front of the chalk board and she envisioned his chiseled arms and chest every time he pointed up towards the board. He kissed her neck and fondled her breasts and soon as he was about to enter, they heard the clamoring sound of heels of vengeance strutting down the corridor. Damien sprang to his feet, pulled his pants up and tucked his shirt into his trousers. Rocky laid on the floor in disbelief, but he quickly yanked her up by her arm.
This was the second time this had happened. They had yet to go all the way, just kisses and gropes and the two of them were beyond ready to take one another down.
“Look, let’s just get a hotel off campus and get this over with”, Rocky suggested with a frustrated eye roll. “This sneaking on campus stuff is getting old and I’m tired of it.”
Still busied with making himself presentable, Damien let out an equally frustrated sigh and said, “I can’t risk being caught with you off campus. I can guarantee that we will run into someone we know if we go into a hotel in Ruston.”
And shortly after he spoke, Ms. Rochon, the department head entered.
Rocky composed herself and put on the ultimate cute college girl act.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Rochon. How are you doing today ma’am.” Rocky was smoozing and putting on full southern charm, batting her lashes as she spoke.
“Doing well Raquel”, Ms. Rochon said. And her tone was a bit hostile and short. Normally, she was warm and hospitable to the teen because she knew Rocky’s family from the Bayou. She’d graduated with Rocky’s youngest aunt. “How are things going for you”, she asked.
“Oh things are fine. I was just meeting with Mr. Scott to see if I could get some extra credit”, Rocky answered.
“Falling behind”, she said frowning and looking up at Rocky through her thin rimmed Versace eye glasses.
“Umm just need a little help on clarifying some things”, Rocky answered.
“Hmm. Well dear, if you would please excuse the professor and me. We have some things we need to discuss”, she said and her eyes cut towards the door, gesturing that Rocky use it to exit.
Rocky was pissed, but she left out and lingered outside the lounge for awhile suspecting that Ms. Rochon wouldn’t be too long. But boy was she wrong. Their meeting went on and on and on and the sounds coming out of that office only magnified Rocky’s fury. Apparently Ms. Rochon was finishing the job she’d started. Rocky heard the muffled moans and cries of unadulterated passion coming from behind that door. And it was not quick and brief. And again that added to Rocky’s frustration. She’d prepped and seasoned that meat. And now the old hag, Ms. Rochon was on the inside devouring it. That made Rocky reminisce about the first time that year that she was booted for someone else. Her boyfriend who she was still with up until two months ago had just had a baby with another chick. And it was bad enough she had to look in their faces when she went home. Now here at school too, she’d have to look into Ms. Rochon’s and Damien’s. It started out just physical with him, but with the fresh wound opened back up and now salted, she felt like she was living that situation all over again.
She stormed back to her dorm room to relax, but quickly grew weary as her loud roommate burst in with her ruckus little crew. She immediately fled across the yard to the student center to get away from them.
An Air Force officer had an ROTC table set up. She had never in her life thought about joining the military. But for some reason she decided to just swing by and ask, because after all she w
as just collecting more and more debt as the semesters passed at school. She walked past the table first, but then she figured asking a few questions wouldn’t hurt.
“So this is a sign up for ROTC”, she asked.
“Well you wouldn’t sign up here, but I can give you some information”, the young female answered. She was a mocha colored sister with a very short hair cut. Her beautiful white teeth gleamed as her high cheekbones rose up while she smiled at Rocky. “I’m Lieutenant Mitchell, by the way”, she said extending her hand out to Rocky.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Raquel”, Rocky said and shook her hand.
She gave Rocky a rundown of all types of information. Rocky asked her about career fields and everything, and Rocky stressed getting out of Louisiana like it was urgent. Lieutenant Mitchell told her to just think about joining ROTC and finishing her degree, but Rocky had an impulse to just get away immediately. She told Rocky there was no way she could get her out of Louisiana quickly, short of her enlisting. But during their discussion Rocky realized that officers were technically the bosses so of course that’s what she was aiming for, especially knowing that she would have people under her. Rocky lived for it, but that was something that was long term and Rocky felt it was imminent that she leave Louisiana, so she thanked the Lieutenant and started to trek back to her room. On her way there, she saw Ms. Rochon walking with a glow about her and a sparkle in her eye. After giving Rocky a mocking grin, she said, “Oh Professor Scott is all yours now sweetie.”
Rocky made an immediate U-turn and went to the library and hopped on the internet and found an Air Force recruiter. Soon as they made contact, Rocky thought he must have been slipping on his quota, because he was super pressed. He asked her could she come down that evening. He told her that he could get her signed up and put to work in her field in a month. And Rocky was down for that.
The hard part would be telling her memaw. She knew she wouldn’t be happy. So as soon as she left the recruiter’s office, she headed to the bayou.
Her daddy raised hell, but that was expected. She could care less about him and how he felt though. Her mother didn’t want her to, but said, “If that is what you want to do, do it.” And as she spoke she made sure that Rocky’s father was not within earshot.
Rocky’s response to that was an exhausted eye roll. She couldn’t stand how her mother cowered down for her dad. Her never ending cowardice made Rocky’s blood boil. And to her it was on both ends. It was not strength that her dad displayed when he made her mother jump in fright at the sound of his voice. He was a coward too, Rocky’d decided.
She came home for one reason and one reason only, to smooth her leaving over with her memaw. After her mother’s sneaky declaration, her eyes landed on memaw, who just shook her head at Rocky. She’d expected disapproval though, so she was not shocked. But just like Rocky knew her memaw, her memaw knew Rocky. And she knew that once Rocky’d set her mind on something, it was a wrap; no one could tell her anything. So she finished up the remainder of her semester and was off to the Air Force. Goodbye for her didn’t come when she left for Texas however, because her career field landed her right back in Biloxi. Every weekend, she hit the Bayou running, scared to death of where she would wound up ultimately once she got her orders. Basic Training had broken her and not being able to call and get comfort from her memaw unnerved her. She found herself having serious remorse, made worse when she started seeing old college buddies partying it up in the French Quarters while she was forced to walk around in a blues uniform.
When her orders finally came down, Rocky and her memaw had a fit. “DC!”, her memaw yelled. And Rocky’s tear-filled eyes showed equal if not more disappointment and at that point she was still in Mississippi. The day of actual reckoning came after Rocky’s graduation from tech school and after she’d exhausted all of the little bit of leave she accrued and she had to load up her Nissan Sentra to hit the road. Her dad had tried to insist that he drive with her, but this was a journey she was adamant about taking on her own, unless of course she could get her memaw on board, which wasn’t happening. As her car pulled down the slow winding dirt road that led from their house to the main road, Rocky’s eyes stayed in her rearview watching them all. The end of one chapter though meant beginning anew and she truly was looking to start anew, so that spring evening, she booked after hitting the highway and she knew she wasn’t going to look back. She smiled and mouthed to herself, you might be taking this girl out of the Bayou, but you will never take the bayou out of me.
