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I hadn’t seen Robert in weeks. Maybe he didn’t lie when he said he was on vacation. I found myself missing him more than Max. But how could that happen? Robert had women coming and going, and still I didn’t judge him as harshly as I was judging Max. Was it because Max was my husband, or I had some underlying reason in my subconscious I wasn’t ready to address? Was it possible I was reacting because I was jealous of the women being a part of Robert’s life and I was not? Robert had managed to ignite feelings of envy, anger, and jealousy in me.
Feelings I thought were dormant and ridiculous.
I was up early having my morning breakfast, because I had one class at 10 a.m. today, and one on Wednesday at 6 p.m. I hurried out because the doorman had called a taxi, and the driver was waiting for me at the curb.
I had to remember to contact Jonas today, and ask him about the rumors surrounding Max concerning his club, not that I expected the truth, but somewhere in Jonas’s explanations I could peel away his lies and find some truth.
Excited on my first day of class, I checked to see if I had everything I needed in my backpack. I dressed in worn jeans and white shirt and a pair of cheap sneakers. Somehow I was happy I didn’t see that man who had me nervous whenever I was near him. Checking the time, I was early for class.
I found the large lecture hall and took a seat in the back. As the hall began to fill, I looked at the schedule. Looking at the seats and the large number of students filing in, he must be good. Then out of nowhere my eyes locked on Melody’s. She waved and headed up the stairs where I was sitting.
“Can you believe this?” she said, breathing hard from running up the stairs.
“No. Not on your life would I believe that I would ever see you again.” I knew then if we continued to sit together that nothing would get done, and I could drop this class today, because I would fail the course, because although I enjoyed her company, she was distracting with her continuous conversations.
After dropping her backpack in a seat to her right, I placed mine to the left of me, then she sat next to me. “I hear the professor is a real hunk.” I glanced at the schedule.
“It’s Dr. Healy’s class. He’s seventy,” I said, looking at her a bit surprised. She couldn’t find a seventy-year-old man hot? Or could she? These days, nothing would surprise me on what turned some people on.
“I know. He had a heart attack, and they called in this lawyer at the last minute for a favor. He’s taking over Dr. Healy’s class. By the discussion going around school, this guy is a handsome freak. He has fucked most of the women in this class, that is, everyone except me, and you, I guess.” I raised my chin, bit my lip, shooting her a look of disbelief. “Seriously, Alex. He’s so rich and good-looking that women are dropping their panties for him in droves. But in some cases the women aren’t wearing anything but a thong, if that.”
“How do you know all of this?”
“I eavesdrop on my mother when she’s talking to her friends. Some of the women are on Columbia’s board, and they are heavy donors, and men too shoot the breeze with my mother, that is they gossip. They tell her everything that’s going on around here. I guess old women just like to gossip about young men, because they aren’t getting any.”
“It’s not just old women. Some young women are having the same problem.” I shot her a look and raised an eyebrow, but her expression never changed. “And listening to all the womanizing this professor is doing, I don’t want to be caught dead in his bed,” I said to Melody.
“Me. I’d like to find out what turns him on. Anytime you see a man with that many women, someone isn’t doing the job right or giving him what he likes. I wonder if he likes a little BDSM. I’d like to whip his ass sometime.”
“Oh, Melody,” I said, closing my eyes for a second.
“Straight up. I would do it in a fast second. And suck his dick and let him fuck me here there and everywhere.”
“Get out of here,” I said smiling, pushing her shoulder, “Oh my god, I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” I began to laugh because I couldn’t believe anyone was that free to express herself so openly. I gazed at the students sitting in the next two seats, wondering if they had heard her. A female student sat texting and appeared to be in her own world and the guy next to her, he had a conversation going on with his mother.
I’d had an open mind since I’d met and married Max. I had forgotten how twenty-something women talked among themselves.
“I’m dead serious, Alex. I would use a dildo on him in a minute if he was into that.”
“No?”
“Yes. In a second. Then I would let him eat me out and see what kind of skills he had, and if they were lacking, then I would teach him how to satisfy me. You can’t have a man going down on you and doing all kinds of nasty stuff if he has no skills. You can get hurt.
Why a girlfriend had her clit bit off just because her boyfriend didn’t have a clue, and he didn’t know that it was attached to her. Come to find out she was his first and last. Word got around and neither one could get a date. So they had to stay together,” Melody said, hunching her shoulders.
“No. I don’t believe you.”
“Well, it makes a good story anyway. And why ruin a good story with the truth?” She glanced at me with a grin and took a drink of her diet coke from a straw, the sound making a loud annoying noise. Then she opened the top of the cup and reached in and took out a small ice cube. Turning to me, holding it and waving it around, before plopping it into her mouth, she said, “You know these are good for making love.”
“No, I didn’t know.”
“What you could do with these,” she said, cracking one cube with her teeth. “My boyfriend put these on my—”
“I get the picture,” I said, conveniently interrupting her.
“Okay. Don’t call me up and ask me how to use them, because you had your chance.”
I thought I might have hurt her feelings. Melody became quiet, opened a book, and pretended she was reading it. She must have taken me for a prude and thought I needed a lesson on how to get an orgasm.
All I needed to do was ask her a question and she started again. Melody’s banter on the joys and power of lovemaking made the half hour pass quickly. I glanced down at my phone for the time and in walked, and from where we sat in the cheap seats, I had to put my glasses on to see him. I could see he was tall with a full head of brilliant dark hair, the kind you wanted to run your hands through as he was ravishing your breasts or going down on you. The “just-fucked, I don’t care, I want you to know I fucked” hair, appeared awfully familiar.
He stood behind his computer gazing at the crowd. When he spoke, I knew that voice. “I’m passing around the roster, please sign it. If you don’t, I will assume that you didn’t show up for class, and as you can see it is very large and I will be very busy.
“He’ll be busy alright, fondling someone’s ass,” Melody whispered, leaning close to my ear.
“If any of you are planning on dropping out, I suggest you do it now.” No one stood. They turned looking at the next guy and remained in their seats. Then his eyes focused on me and for the life of me, I couldn’t tell how he knew I was there, but he said, “Mrs. Blackstone, I need to see you after class.” And then I remembered he would have a list of all the students in the class.
“Dr. Healy’s syllabus is on my class website. I suggest you download it and follow it to the letter.”
Melody grabbed my leg, and whispered, “Oh, he has you in his sights. He’s good. I bet he knows everyone he has fucked in here and you aren’t one of them.”
I still wasn’t sure it was him because of the way he was dressed. He wore a plain white shirt and jeans. But then... “My name is Professor Montgomery. You will get my syllabus tomorrow in your email box.”
“Two syllabi?” Melody questioned. “I don’t know. This is going to be harder than I thought.”
I leaned over and whispered to Melody, “He lives in my building. I see him every day.”
“Well, it shouldn’t be a problem. You don’t have to go far to fuck him. You are going to fuck him, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t fuck him if he wore two rubbers.”
“That’s what they all say. Look at that body, that hair, and lips.”
“You can see his lips from here?”
“You can’t have a face and body like that without having lips you want to bite and suck all day. I just imagine he is something in bed. Make sure you tell me about it when you do it with him. You are going to fuck him?” She glanced my way for an answer, or something that would reveal my intentions. “Think about our grades. I have to pass this class or else my parents will take away my allowance. Take one for the team.” My eyes swung in her direction. Melody hunched her shoulders, “Talking too much to my father, so sue me,” she said grinning.
Since when did this become our grades? I thought. The word our reminded me to call Jonas.
Robert lectured the entire two hours, which included a PowerPoint presentation. And then class was over, and it was time.
“I’m not going to see him,” I whispered to Melody.
“But why?”
“You don’t understand, Melody, and I don’t have time to tell you,” I said, standing and picking up my backpack, and draping it over one shoulder. “I have to get home to my boys.”
“Good idea. He’s going to his office and expecting you there. This will make him want you more,” Melody said, as if she was hatching a plan. “We’ll just slip out and you can go home. Do you need a ride?”
“No thanks, I can find my way. I’ll just take a cab.”