Sextra Lessons

Chapter 2: F is for friends who do stuff together

Chapter 2: F is for friends who do stuff together

I stared at the man standing in front of me. It had been about 1 ½ years since I had last seen him, but my memory of that night was as clear as glass.

I'd been in the USA for just about eight months. I still had the fire and the determination of an island girl. The drive to succeed was still there.

I'd met him at a bar on a cool Saturday evening early March.

My friend Shyla had convinced me to get out of the apartment that we shared. According to her, I had been holed up in there for the entire duration of my time in America. It was true but I would never admit it.

 That was one of the best and worst nights of my entire miserable excuse for a life.

***Flashback***

We had walked into Bar 47, at about 7 pm, he was sitting by the bar drinking a scotch. We placed our order and sat down on the vacant stools next to him. We were sitting there talking about a new Math professor a man in his late 20's named Mr. Hall.

 Shyla was practically salivating over this teacher.

 She was also starting to scare me... it was undoubtedly creepy the way she knew all his personal data, like is date of birth, relationship status, his first name...!!!! She was like the human version of Facebook. It was definitely stalker like.

We were in the midst of a heated debate about which teacher was hotter Mr. Hall or a math professor named Mr. Sharpe, when the man sitting next to us suddenly started laughing. Startled we turned to look at him.

 Still choking with laughter he said, "I can't believe you think Bryan is hot!"

Shyla and I glanced briefly at each other then back at the man.

"Umm... excuse me?" I said to him.

"Walking Wikipedia here should know who I'm talking about," he said gesturing to Shyla and desperately trying to contain his laughter.

I looked at Shyla and she mouthed, "The new prof."

Ohhh!!! Bryan Hall.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" I asked as nicely as possible.

"I'm sorry! How very rude of me!" he said with a slight British accent, "I am...,"

"Hot?" Shyla interrupted.

 "Only if you say so babe," he said winking.

"Okay... so I definitely need to change these panties now!" Shyla exclaimed.

"Hey Shy, do me a favour please?" I said sweetly.

"What's that my Jamaican beauty?" she asked.

"Shut the fuck up." I replied with a smile.

Turning to the hunk of a man before me I said, "You still haven't mentioned your name, so either you do that now or you get stepping."

"Ohhh.... Feisty! Just how I like 'em!" he said, "the name is Nathaniel Richards."

Shyla suddenly spit out her drink, "The Nathaniel Richards?" she asked.

He nodded.

"As in multi-millionaire Nate Richards?"

He nodded again.