The Assistant, The Quaterback, and The Professor

The Routine

Any other time, I couldn't wait until class ended to rush to his door. Today, I prayed for a longer walk. All TA meeting took two hours, and usually made the most of it. We were very efficient we got all the school work out the way so at home, we could play all night in the sheets. Today was diffe rent. I somewhat expected an assumption regarding Allen Michael or maybe enough earful of apologies, but JR disappointed me. It started as a normal meeting. He dictated while I took notes. Since I was his mentee and secretary, we reviewed his schedule while I emailed the lesson planned to my fellow TAs. I sat on his desk as always. I had on a soft pink cardigan and a tennis skirt. He finished his dictation.

"I'm hungry, I haven't eaten in two days."

Before I could say what, JR undid my top: exposing my lacy bra to his hands. "Don't push me away baby, I need you."

His lips devoured my well-toned abs, traced my navel and found the center of my thong. Seconds later, minute spasms erupted inside of me. Five minutes later, I came on top of his mahogany cherry table. I scrambled to my clothes and rushed out the door. He didn't come after me. Tears flowed as I entered the bathroom. Then the sprinklers came on. I had just finish composing myself. In walked Allen Michael with a raincoat.

"Too late I'm already soak."

"Good for me; bad for you. Let's go...my scooter is in the elevator."

"Your what is in the what."

"Come on."

"What the hell. Remember no extra credit."

Allen Michael knew too well how to tame me . One minute I was uprooted from JR's amazing fortified head. The act was consensual but I'm mad at him, right. No more tasting the candy shop, I was wrong. I had to let him down slowly.

Finally the weekend arrived, I had a Saturday morning tradition. I wake up every Saturday at 11:30 AM, just enough time to make breakfast and watch Power Rangers Mystic Force. I love that show. Yeah it was corny and made no sense, but I love it. I loved it so much that when got canceled I bought the DVDs, and now I watch them Saturday mornings. As of late, JR partakes in my Saturday morning ritual. Today would be different, or maybe not.

JR arrived 11:30 on the dot. He startled me, "JR, what are you doing here?"

"I brought breakfast, baby. It's Saturday."

"JR, it's over for the umpteen time. You're married for heaven's sake."

"I was married when we first started."

"Yeah and I didn't know that. Now I know better, so I plan on doing better."

"Baby please let me explain about Alisha and I. "

" You told me already, remember. Remember you promise no funny business, a mutual separation."

"Okay Ms. Daniels, but mark my words I will win your love, your heart, and most of all, your trust."

"Get your house in order and then we'll talk."

"Will do, just be ready when it comes."

He gave me a kiss on my cheek and my breakfast.

It seemed things between JR and I took a turn for the better. Our weekly meetings remained professional. I felt comfortable with him again. Allen Michael and I were warming up. I know, dangerous. It was Eta week and I was in charge of our booth. We had our annual blood drive but we had no donors. The Juke is a local area in which clubs advertise and students mingle. The Juke was dead and today was the last day of the blood drive. Even the clouds cast shadows on this dreary day. Allen Michael brought a little light to the place.

"Hey kitty Cat."

"Hey stop calling me that, remember no extra credit."

We both shared a laugh.

"Why is there a pout on those pretty lips."

"Our drive is dying a slow death. We'll need a miracle to make our quota."

"Just call me Saint AM, Allen Michael is on the job."

He took off in a sprint. Whatever he had planned couldn't save my drought of donors. Who knows Allen Michael might surprise me.

I was about to pack up our pamphlets when I heard an ooh ski. Oh no he didn't I thought. At the top of the platform, there stood Allen Michael. He yelled, "hit it."

Out of nowhere, conga music echoed throughout the platform. There he was, Allen Michael leading the biggest conga line. Some of my younger sorors got all hyped up in the hoopla, I had to remind them pass out the waivers. In ten minutes, the blood drive went from five donors to one hundred. We ran out of waivers and the blood van was overflowing. It was a beautiful sight. With a job well done, I said what the hell with this, and joined in the fun. I jumped in back of Allen Michael.

He tooted me a side. Alone in cut, hearts racing, I wrapped my arms on his neck. "Thank you, that was the most sweetest thing ever. "

"All I did was make a conga line."

"Well...your conga line save the day. My hero, thanks."

"Can the hero get a thank you kiss?"

"Remember no extra credit, sir."

"A small peck, please Ms. Daniels."

"Okay."

I kissed his and he deepened my peck. One little peck morphed into a five minute make-out session. I didn't pull away nor did he. We enjoyed each other mouths, lips, and tongues. Although he was six years younger than me, the man had skill. His tongue gently pried my lips open and seductively massaged my mouth. But I can't make out with my student, so I pulled away.

"What's wrong, kitty Cat?"

"You're my student."

"Ok let's go back."

The Juke erupted into a full blown dance. The other sorors clapped hands and started packing up.

"Oh there you are" one soror said.

"Someone needs to take the waivers to the hospital," another said.

Allen Michael burst in. He said, "Cat and I will do it."

"Yeah whatever, but my car is way on the other side of campus."

"I got my scooter, kitty Cat, hold up."

"Okay see you'll later, Cat."

We let out a si eee and the girls left. Allen Michael grabbed my hand and said, "Ms. Daniels, your chariot awaits."